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“What are you doing here, Eric?” I gripe. “This isn't exactly your scene, now is it?”
He licks his lips, looking off behind me before his deep brown eyes find mine again.
I can't believe I used to have sex with him, thinking we were making love. I shudder at the thought of his hands on me.
“I thought I might see you here,” he comments, shrugging.
“Why? Because my brother's retarded?” I stand taller, head cocking to the side as I glare through him. “Isn't that the word you used?”
He shakes his head. “I never said that.”
“The old me might've believed you had I not heard it drop from your fucking mouth.”
“Dyl, c'mon. Let's not do this,” he whispers, taking a step closer. “I'm here to make amends.”
My eyes travel down to where he's stepping closer to me, and I quickly take a step back, keeping the distance between us.
He sees what I'm doing, and it makes him sigh in frustration. Guess I'm supposed to just forgive him for tricking Colin into checking himself into a facility while I was at work. Not happening. Ever.
“Whatever it is you feel you have to say to me, Eric, just don't.”
“Please, Dyl.” He takes another step forward. “Just let me talk.”
“I don't need to hear you talk.” I take a step back. “You broke whatever trust I had, then dumped me with a text message.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Words don't matter anymore. Your actions spoke volumes.”
He runs a hand through his blonde hair, licking those lips again. I know he's frustrated because he's not getting his way, but I don't care. It's not my problem. He should just go back to the country club and find his mother's tit. Guarantee, he's still breastfeeding, and she's on the brink of leaking.
“I-I miss...us—”
“I'm going to stop you before you say something stupid,” I interrupt him. “There is no us. There will never be an us again. I mean it, Eric. Whatever this is...you need to get over it, because it’s so far from the realm of ever happening.”
His face falls as he searches my eyes for something I'm not giving him.
“Now, if you'll excuse me,” I continue, raising my brows as if to tell him to get the fuck out of my way.
I attempt to skirt around him when he steps in front of me again, grabbing my upper arms to stop my movements.
“Dylan, stop. Please.”
“Eric. Get your hands off of me.” I seethe through gritted teeth, looking down at the food in my hands.
“I did what I needed to do. And whether you want to admit it or not, you needed it too. You can't care for him forever like this. You're selfless, and I get that, but it's affecting your personal life too much. It affected us,” he says, his hands now wrapped around my upper arms.
I'm heaving now, my chest billowing between us as I still refuse to look him in the eyes.
“Stop. Touching. Me.” I growl, my hard gaze finally trailing up to look at him.
I quickly peer behind him, seeing Colin and Samson in the stands, looking back at me now with confused expressions. If Colin sees Eric, he'll freak out, causing an epic meltdown.
Colin was shaking, practically convulsing in fear when I picked him up from the facility he unknowingly checked himself into. It took weeks to convince him we'd never separate again. Weeks of me sleeping on the floor in his room, just to ensure I wasn't leaving him for that scary place again.
My heart races as anger, panic, and anxiety swirl through me like a wild tsunami.
“Stop walking away from me then,” Eric snaps, tightening his grip.
I see Colin in the stands again. Samson is bouncing up and down next to him, clapping his hands before pointing at me. Colin's smile stretches across his face in excitement now, and I'm thoroughly confused about why they seem thrilled at the sight of this.
“Eric—”
