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I swipe a stray tear away from my cheek angrily.
“You need to leave,” his icy tone is back and it makes me shiver. How can he be so cruel and callous.
“Sorry?” I mumble, blinking as I allow myself to look at him, my heart pounding so hard in my chest that my breaths stutter.
“I want you to leave.” He drops his hand from my cheek and turns on his heel. My fingers dance where his hand once was and somehow, I can feel a sting. Maybe it’s the sting of betrayal that he marked my skin with, seeping deep beyond my layers and laying heavy on my heart for the rest of my life.
“Where am I going to go?” my bottom lip trembles as I look up at him standing tall over me, his hands tucked deep in his suit pants and there is nothing behind those beautiful blue eyes for me anymore.
“That’s not my problem. You can take your car, but you need to leave…” his tone was flat and monotone.
I choke on my intake of breath, and I cannot believe the words that have left his lips.
Turning my wrist to face me, I look at my watch, it’s seven thirty.
“Don’t kick me out Luke, just give me a couple of days to sort myself out,” my voice comes out on a whimper.
He shakes his head from side to side and he can’t even look at me.
“It’s because of her, isn’t it?!” I snap, bile rising in my throat as I stand from the table. “Are you moving her intoourhome?”
“My home,” he corrects me.
“What the fuck,” I whisper as hysteria consumes me. “What the fuck is happening?” I drop my head and let out a deep breath as I count to five.
One.
Two.
Three.
Rage consumes me on my third deep intake of breath and the fire that was softly simmering in my stomach is back to raging with full force. Luke was the gasoline it needed to spark back into a raging, burning, ember.
“I’ve just agreed tohelpyou, yet you can’t help me. After six years together you can’t even let me stay here until I am back on my feet.” My eyes are wide and I am furious.
He says nothing, just rolls his lips and looks at his watch as if I am an inconvenience.
“You’re an asshole,” I scream, stepping towards him and slap his face, hard. I hear him suck in an intake of breath but I am already walking out the room.
My heels click quickly over to the kitchen and I grab a sharp knife from the drawer before reaching for my car keys to my McLaren P1. Stopping at the side unit in my office, I grab my laptop and move for the door.
“Aspen,” Luke’s panicked voice follows me but I ignore him. I rush for the front door and welcome the cool night air that fills my lungs as I swallow in a deep breath. Walking out onto the large driveway, I see Luke’sPorsche 911sitting at the foot of the drive. I smirk, a wicked glint in my eye as my eyes focus onher.
Storming forward, the winter air nips at my skin. Tears stream down my face and I see Tammy’s eyes widen at what I must look like hurling towards her with hysteria covering my face and my hand wielding a knife. I stop at the front of the car, the panic evident in her eyes but I don’t care. I want her to feel like shit. I want her to panic and feel fear as it slowly seeps into her. I hold her gaze for a moment before I lift my hand high which is gripping the knife, my knuckles already turning white. A small smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth before I kneel down and stab Luke’s front tire. Satisfaction blooms in my chest as I stand tall and move towards the back of the car and slice the rear.
Fuck, that felt good.
Turning, I throw the knife to the side and it lands on the front lawn. I turn back and see Butch running up behind me. I sweep him up into my arms and I ignore the way Luke is shouting at me.
He is more upset about his car than he is about breaking my heart.
Unlocking my graphite gray car, I open the butterfly winged doors and drop Butch into the passenger seat as I slide in and place my laptop next to him. I am fully aware what this must look like to the neighbors but I give no fucks.
He will deny all and want me to keep his dirty little secret.
Pulling the door down, I start my car and the engine roars, my small frame vibrating in the seat as the engine purrs.
“This is fine,” I say to myself, over and over.
