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Fuck it all, you know?
It was handled.
I’m beginning to think now that I’d done too good a job shoving those memories aside and locking them up tight. Because once the corner of that box was lifted, it exploded out, the memories of those weekends and of Emily somehow connected and mixed together.
I was perfectly fine.
I was balanced and in control of my head.
At least until I saw her on the grand staircase heading up to where Ezra stood at the top.
It was at the moment she turned to look at me standing at the base of the stairs that I lost control completely.
It’s been a spiral into the deepest parts of hell ever since.
I’m not going to bore you with the details because you know how a spiral goes.
One event occurs leads to another and another and another.
You find yourself fucking miserable while smiling to pretend that nothing is wrong.
Except everything is wrong
Next thing you know, you’re in a fucked up situation with no ending in sight.
So yeah, Ezra and I saw Emily again for the first time in years. We both fucked her. I made an ass out of myself by thinking it meant something. I went to her house with some delusional ideas.
Maybe I’m not homeless anymore.
Maybe she’s returned.
Maybe she’s sorry for the way she ghosted us when we left for Yale.
Turns out all those maybes were definite no’s….at least for me they were.
While I was sent away with excuses and tears, Ezra convinced her to go hang out as friends. We have one date a week and just finished the first one.
Emily went home, Ezra and I rode to our house, and then my twin brother was gone again.
Do you think I don’t know where he’s going?
I couldn’t sit in this empty fucking house and do nothing. Especially while knowing Ezra is with Red.
And since I’m not invited over there, I’ll hit up another place where nobody wants me.
Stepping away from my bike, I approach Myth as sure-footed as possible. It’s the first time I’ve been since Shane and I were arrested.
Two against seven seemed like unfair odds in that fight, but I still left the club laughing. Turns out a little bit of anger is enough to cause serious damage, but thankfully nobody was killed.
The storm in me was mild, though, because it was just the beginning. But that was before over a week of my phone ringing and my dumbass hoping it was Red on the line when it wasn’t.
It was my father.
He won’t stop calling.
Even now as I’m about to reach the front door, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I stop in place despite the light drizzle of rain falling down on me and yank the phone from my pocket.
William’s name flashes on the screen and I don’t have to wonder what the old fuck wants.
