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She started to undress, pulling off her top first and then reaching for her pants. “I bet you’ll fuck me though, right?”
I wasn’t sure where this was coming from. We hadn’t had sex in weeks. “Evie, stop.”
She didn’t listen. She reached around and unclasped her bra. “Oh, come on. Let’s just do it. It’s the only reason you keep me around and you know it.” Half dressed, she walked over and threw her arms around my neck, pushed up on her toes, and pressed her lips to my chin. “Come on. Touch me.”
“Please stop.”
She grabbed my hand and brought it around to her ass, forcing it on me. “Grab it. It’ll make everything better.”
I shook her off and took a step back. “No, it won’t, Evie.”
“Fucking touch me!”
I swiped my car keys from the hook and headed for the door. Evie continued to scream at the top of her lungs as I walked out. She followed with barely any clothes on as I marched to the car.
“Go in the goddamn house, Evie!”
“No! Come in here and fuck me!”
I shook my head and got in. As I pulled out of the driveway, I saw Mrs. Craddox across the street peeking through her blinds.Great.
I rolled down the window and screamed from the car. “Get in the goddamn house, Evie!”
She flipped me the bird, but turned around and stomped back inside at least.
I didn’t know where the hell to go, so I went to the place where my head was always the clearest: the rink.
Ten hours later, I was lying on my back on the bench in the penalty box. I’d sat in the office most of the day, then once the arena closed, I’d laced up and skated some aggression out. Now I was tired and wanted to go back home, but the thought of sleeping on a twelve-inch-wide wooden plank in the penalty box was actually more appealing.Maybe I’ll go to my mom’s.
I hated to drag people into my business, but I didn’t have the energy for more Evie tonight. I pulled out my phone to call my mom, but then Evie’s name started to flash on the screen.
I sighed and debated answering. By the fourth ring, I decided if I didn’t, she’d only keep calling back. So I swiped.
“Hello?”
She cried into the phone. “You…you’re kicking me out?”
I sat up. “What are you talking about?”
I could barely make out what she was saying, her words so slow and slurred. “The real estate lady… She came by.”
Oh fuck.“Evie, let’s talk tomorrow when you’re sober.”
“We can’t,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow.”
“Don’t say that, Evie.”
“But it’s true.”
I stood. “Evie, just sit tight. I’m coming home.”
She sobbed harder.
“Evie, talk to me.”
She steadied herself with a big breath and whispered into the phone. “I gotta go. I’m sorry, Fox.”
Something about the way she said it sent chills up my arms. She sounded so desolate.
