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“He loved me? He was a monster, and I am only here because of a manipulation.” I spat, needing space.
Beau stood too and I glared at him.
“No. Leave me alone. I need space. I need time to think. Stay away from me.” I said as I stormed out of the house into the night.
I was shaking, so many emotions pulling at me as it dawned on me that I had hated my mother for the past two years, blamed her, and missed Austin’s last days out of spite for experiencing something similar to what I had.
I ran my hands through my hair as I walked with no purpose, just needing to move. Damien had known too. It was his comment that made Beau confess.
Did that mean he was involved as well? I thought I had been running away from the drama and chaos only to walk right into another version of it.
I stumbled as my foot caught on a rock, swearing under my breath when a hand grabbed my arm firmly to steady me.
“Careful, Darlin. Lots of rocks out this way that can’t be seen in the dark.” Wyatt said and I sighed as he let me go.
I could barely make out his features in the darkness, the flash of his white teeth hinting at the smile.
“You look like you could use a drink.” He said.
“Yeah. You could say that.” I muttered.
“Come on. I have a spot I like to go when I need to clear my head.” He waited for me, gesturing towards the stable.
I walked past him and felt his hand hover over my lower back, not quite touching it. How gentlemanly of him I mused.
He opened the stable door, switching the light on and the horses nickered softly, a few poking their heads over the stalls to see who was disturbing them.
“Up here.” He gestured to the loft, and I raised an eyebrow at him but went up the ladder.
When I got up there, I noticed the small table and chairs and a rug that was laid out near the window with a few bales of hay acting as back supports.
A bottle of scotch sat on the table, and I turned to Wyatt with a grin.
“You come here often?” I said and she shrugged, grabbing the bottle.
“Often enough. But I don't always drink. I think Beau has been coming here too. All the men know this is a spot you can come to if you want to be alone with your thoughts. The only rule is, if you finish the bottle, you have to replace it.” He gestured to the rug, and I sat down, looking out over the paddocks I understood why they came here. You could see the mountain outline in the distance and the night sky lit up with stars.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered as he sat next to me and handed me the scotch.
“Want to talk? Sometimes it helps just to say the things out loud.” He said softly and I took a swig, gasping as it burnt the back of my throat before the warmth flooded my body.
“Or we could sit in silence. I can leave if you want.” He said, moving to get up and I grabbed his arm.
“No. Please stay. I… I don’t know what to think or do.” I said, frustrated with myself.
He settled down next to me, taking the bottle and taking a sip himself.
“Well, I sure as hell ain’t no therapist, but I can listen without judgment if that helps.” He said and I let out a long breath, considering.
There was something about Wyatt that made me feel calmer, and secure in his presence. He was like a steady fire, warm and comforting.
I swallowed another sip, then began my tale of frustration.
Thirteen
Wyatt
IlistenedasAnyacontinued to talk, the pain and sadness in her voice made me want to hold her and tell her it was going to be okay while vowing to hurt everyone who hurt her, even Beau.
