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-Devon-
“Areyoufuckingshittingme?” I snapped at Maddox, pissed off, but also trying not to laugh at his ridiculousness.
“No, I’m not shitting you, Devon,” he groaned, sprawled out on the lawn like a twat. “I can’t move.”
Jesus. One day of farm labour and this asshole was man-down? “Get up.” I kicked him with the toe of my flip-flop.
“Carry me,” he whined.
We were trying, but failing, to get to the beach. Maddox wanted a swim to ease his sore muscles and stretch him out, but he hadn’t made it past the lawn yet.
“Just throw me in a wheelbarrow because I’m fucking dead.” He tried to roll over but winced before getting very far. “That old bastard is trying to kill me.” Not usually one for dramatics, I hid my grin as he moaned and groaned on the lawn, jostling around like he was stuck there.
Good grief. I grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet. “It’s been one day, Madd. You better shape up.”
He complained as I got him to his feet, and I’m pretty sure he over-exaggerated his unstable legs because he kept leaning on me, and accidentally grabbing my ass every few seconds.
“Just leave me behind, Devon. Save yourself.”
What a dipshit. I turned my back to him and dragged his arms over my shoulders. “Get on.” He did, laughing the whole time he struggled to get into the piggyback position. “If you drown out there, it ain’t my fault.” I heaved his heavy ass up and hooked my arms under his legs.
As I carried this prick to the beach, tripping over my sandals, I thought about how our relationship had come full circle in a sense. I spent so much time neglecting Maddox when we first got the shop. So much so that he was pissed at me all the time, hiding his hurt feelings. I lost myself in some goal to be better than my dad, and in the process, I fucked over my boyfriend, made him feel invisible, and hurt him real bad. Once I lost him, I smartened the fuck up, but now we were back to having the same issue.
Maddox got a job that had long, gruelling, shitty hours that obviously left him exhausted and sore. But unlike how I handled it, here he was, making the world’s biggest effort to take me to the beach just to spend time with me. He was here, dead tired, hurting like a bitch, and physically drained, but making such an effort to do something with me. I loved him so much for it. So much that I carried his lazy ass down the path through the forest.
We tried not to look at all the spots that had upturned soil from the police.
“Stop walking so bumpy,” he bitched at me.
“You smell like shit,” I retorted.
“I shovelled it all day,” he laughed. “Horses shit a lot.”
“You need separate work clothes. Just leave them there and don’t bring that shit back home.” I hiked him up because he was slipping, and he groaned in pain. His dick got hard, too.
“Let’s break into Lot 62 and steal our shit back.” He tightened his hold around my neck, pretty much choking me. “I bought you motocross gloves a long time ago and hid them in the kitchen pantry where you’d never look. They’re purple.”
Not that I had much use for them now, but I loved that he did it.
That was a good idea. The place was still blocked off, but I was pretty sure that was mostly because we hadn’t been fighting for access back. Everything we owned remained locked away there like a tomb of our past. I didn’t wanna go back there, but it was hard living without all that shit. I’d never take a supply of underwear for granted again.
“Deal. Tomorrow night?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he laughed, in a really giggly mood tonight. Probably from exhaustion. “You can carry me in there just like this, steal all our shit back, and carry me out. My legs will be fully busted by tomorrow.”
He’d get used to the labour of the job eventually. His body would adapt, grow, adjust and strengthen so that he wasn’t a complaining piece of shit forever.
“I think my mom is going to move in with my dad when he gets the new trailer,” Maddox said. “What do you think of that?”
That was his way of asking if I wanted to stay in his mom’s trailer and make it ours. While it was a good temporary place, it wasn’t what I wanted long-term. Our whole fucked up relationship started at the front door of that trailer the night I showed up half-dead. We had great memories in his tiny bedroom, even the bathroom and the kitchen, and we had so many firsts there. But it was also the place I overdosed, the place Maddox went to when he left me that night, and the place I stayed with so much agony and heartbreak while he was in prison.
“I don’t want to live in Garron Park,” I blurted out.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he breathed against the side of my neck. “I think I’d rather live in tent city than Garron Park.”
I smiled as we got to the beach. I dropped this bitch to the sand and sat down with him. “Let’s live on a houseboat.”
