AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I am not the one you should be apologizing to.”
“I felt like it was the best for me to start with you. I didn’t wrong you much.” I lift an eyebrow at her words. “The hair suits you.”
I nod my head as I walk over to her and sit in the chair right across.
“Could you get me a drink, please. This is kind of hard for me.”
I get up and walk over to my alcohol chest. We will need it. I pour a glass of bourbon for both of us, before adding a few ice cubes in. The glasses clink as I carry them to the desk.
“Speak,” I say, trying to sound as calm as possible. Her being here only worsens the way I already feel.
“I have wronged your father so much. And your brother too. I was rude and angry, and I took it out on them when I was supposed to deal with it all on my own.”
“What about your daughter?”
“Aah, of course you would say that. So I was right, you had the hots for her?” The bitch snickers, her mask cracking. “Oh…wait! Is she the reason you cut your hair? She must be! Where is she now?”
“That’s none of your business, now. Is it?”
“Noah, my sweet Noah… I only wished you the best. She is probably already over you, running into the arms of another man. She is a feisty one, just like her momma.”
“Christine, is that your apology? Because if it is, I am going to need you to leave,” I ask, biting down on my cheek so hard I feel the blood coat my tongue.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” she rolls her eyes. “What I meant to say was that I am sorry for anything and everything I might have done to upset you and your family… The night I went into Jensen’s room…”
She lifts up her glass and drains it in two big gulps. I watch her as beads of sweat roll down her forehead.
“I wasn’t thinking right,” she breathes, closing her eyes as if to keep the memory away. “Could you get me another one, please?”
I get up once again and fill her cup a little more than the first time. Turning around I see her wiping her palm on her skirt. She seems so worked up.
I sit down and lift my eyebrow at her, handing her the glass.
“Thank you!” she says. “I know I have made some big mistakes in my past, but I want to right my wrongs.”
“You threatened Jensen,” I say, taking a sip of my drink, the bitter taste of it gliding down my tongue.
There go my few days of being sober.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted for all of you to know how hurt I was.”
“You touched Jensen!” I say, raising my voice at her and downing my drink.
Why is it so bitter?
“I mean, who wouldn’t?”What? “He looks soooo delicious.”
“What the fuck!? He was underage!” I say, my tongue tripping over my teeth.
“A year here and there, like it matters.” She smiles, tilting her head. “Are you okay, Noah?”
I want to respond but my head swims with fog. I feel trembles all over my body. I try to lift my hands, but they won’t move.
What’s going on?
“Whaa…t is happen…ing to me?” I manage to squeeze out, before slipping down to the floor.
The bitch smiles as she sits up from her spot, bending down to caress my face. I feel bile rise up at the same time some forced, wicked need for sleep takes over my body. My lungs hurt, stretch and burn every time I take a breath.
