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I’m sure the tabloids were all over this. The news would live on forever.
And sitting here in the hospital, with an IV in my arm, I had to face the truth: I wasn’t meant for white picket fences, or partners, or kids. As much as I loved Dawson, and he loved me, it wasn’t enough.
I was fuckboy rockstar.
I lived hard. I played hard. I didn’t have a normal life.
If this incident didn’t prove how unfit I was to be in Dawson’s life, I didn’t know what would.
I closed my eyes and let the hot tears fall down my face.
I felt Dawson gently kiss my hand. And I listened to his footsteps as he left the room.
Alone again. Which was good. Fine. As it should be.
I had my music and my friends. I didn’t need a boyfriend.
“Iain?”
I opened my eyes to find Brodie, Van, Faise, and Ronin entering the room. They all looked like they’d aged a decade.
“Fuck, am I glad to see you guys,” I croaked as I wiped my eyes.
They all crowded around me, hugging tightly.
“Dawson just told us to stay with you. When’s he coming back?” Brodie asked.
“He isn’t. I told him to leave. For good.”
“Iain—” Brodie started.
“Don’t, Dee,” I interrupted. “Just don’t. Look at where I am, at what just happened. Frankie tried to kill me, and he nearly killed Quinn! This is a whole other level of crazy that Dawson does not need. I can’t even imagine what’s going on with the news and?—”
Brodie sighed. “Zoe is handling it, but yeah, there’s a lot. But you know as well as I do that these things will eventually pass.”
“It doesn’t feel that way right now. I can’t even imagine Dawson would want to be around me. Or want his son around me.”
“Don’t you think you should let Dawson decide what’s best for him?” Faise asked.
“No. I’m not cut out for a relationship.”
Ronin patted me on the shoulder. “Maybe you just need time to process. I’m sure once you calm down?—”
“I am calm!” I yelled, obliterating my statement.
I took a deep breath, and the tears welled up again. “I made the right decision. I’m fine. It’s better this way.”
My heart was aching like a motherfucker.
“Close your eyes and rest,” Brodie insisted. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
I leaned back and did as Brodie suggested, but I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop my mind from spinning.
Minutes or hours later, I heard another set of footsteps entering the room, and a familiar scent wafted over me.
“You’re back,” Ronin announced.
My eyes snapped open.
