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“I promise, I’ll come back,” he said gruffly.
“Okay,” was all I could think to say.
“Don’t give up on me,” he demanded as he took a hold of my face.
I blinked slowly, and then nodded. “I’ll try.”
“You will.”
“I will,” I lied.
Sadly, after that night, I didn’t see much more of Loki other than the random night here and there. Which only goes to show that I shouldn’t trust a cop...right?
Chapter 6
Beards. Good for more than just decoration.
-T-shirt
Channing
Present time
“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look so good.” Brittany asked me.
I shrugged, unwilling to admit that I’d been fighting a losing battle for the past three months. Especially not to her since she was so goddamned worried about me.
In fact, it’d gotten so bad that I rarely got more than three hours of sleep at night.
I don’t know what the big deal was. I didn’t even know Loki all that well.
OfficerBryce “Loki” Rector wasn’t even a part of my life before he was back out of it again. However, I couldn’t seem to let go. I couldn’t think about anything else. I couldn’t sleep because of my worsening nightmares, and I could barely afford my rent payment.
All of those things were starting to compound, and I really just didn’t want to deal with it anymore.
And I really didn’t want to talk about it.
I knew she was worried about me, but I had to watch out for myself first, and breaking down in public wasn’t a good thing. At least not from my perspective. She wouldn’t wait much longer, either. She’d been more and more persistent lately, and I knew it was a matter of time before she finally got me drunk enough to talk.
“It was him, wasn’t it?” She asked softly. “He’s the one that made you like this. Did he hurt you, Chan? Did he do something...bad to you?”
My back straightened and I stared at her wide-eyed. “What are you talking about? The man never laid a finger on me! What would make you think that?”
“Oh, thank God. I’ve been working up the courage to ask you that for weeks now.” She sighed. “What are you getting for lunch?”
I shook my head and looked at the menu.
We were eating lunch at Applebee’s to celebrate Brittany’s twelfth 40thbirthday. Amazing how she’s managed to stay 40 for all these years.
“I think I’ll have the...” she stopped when her phone started vibrating on the table in front of us. Reaching forward, she answered it and put it to her ear while I continued to peruse my menu.
I decided on honey-grilled chicken when the alarm in Brittany’s voice made me look up and study her face.
The lines around her face had hardened into a thin line, and she was scowling at the tabletop like it’d done her a horrible injustice.
“No, honey. I’ll be there in a couple of hours. Try to calm down. I know baby.” She sighed. “Daddy won’t care that you wrecked your car. All he’ll care about is that you’re alive to bitch about it. Yes, baby. I’ll meet you at the college. I love you.”
When she hung up, I stared at her in expectation. “What happened?”
