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“I don’t care about the reasons Riggs, so much has happened since then. Prom night was years ago and really, it’s not even a big deal.”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“If it wasn’t a big deal, why are you throwing it in my face at every given chance?”
His words whip against my skin, marking me in an instant and my eyes widen at the truths he has just coated me in.
“Because you hurt me! The whispered promises and the future that I had painted for us was destroyed within minutes. You did that Riggs. You ruined any chance of a me and you.” I choke on held in sobs. My chest tightens as my heart weeps inside my chest.
“And you hurt me!” His voice is tight, his eyes volleying back and forth between mine and I feel my heart sink into the crevices of my aching chest, my lungs burning as the air is snatched from them so cruelly.
“Well then, we both hurt each other,” I spit, wiping a stray, angry tear from my cheek and that gets him stepping back, his large hand rubbing over his beard, and I can see the hurt masking his handsome face as our words replay in his head on a constant loop.
The room that was once filled with heated pants and sexual tension is slowly fizzling into nothingness. And I don’t know why. But it hurts deep down in my core.
His green eyes seek mine out, no words are said as we both stare at each other.
The tension slowly builds once more and I know with the one little sentence about to roll off my tongue, I am going to destroy Riggs Rivera once and for all.
“I’m still going out with Conrad on Friday; I’m uptight and I could really do with releasing some… tension…” I trail off and that’s all it took for Riggs to fucking lose it.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
RIGGS
“And you hurt me!” I hurl across at her, my chest heaving, my heart breaking and my whole-body aches at my admission. I hadn’t told anybody before about just how broken I was. I’m not talking about prom, or anything before or between.
I’m talking about the night after prom.
What her and Pacey did.
Memories floor me, bitterness coating my tongue at his admission. The pain that has become so natural to me sears through me causing me to suck in a deep, sharp intake of breath.
I watchedas her and Tripp walked away, his arm looped around her shoulder and fury bubbled inside of me. I was angry, my eyes pinned to Pacey as I charged for him. He didn’t stand a chance. He fell to the floor and I took my frustration out on him. If Austin hadn’t stopped me… I don’t know how far I would have gone.
The morning after, we walked downstairs and I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him. His face was swollen, his eyes bruised and his nose bloody. I was disgusted with myself but it still didn’t simmer down the rage that was burning through my veins.
A week after, my dad came home from his business trip. My mom filled him in, leaving out the gritty details but my dad’s expression was thunderous.
“Hit him,” my dad orders Pacey and I look at him dumbfounded. “I’m not having you getting one up on your brother Riggs,” he shakes his head. “Hit him Pacey, fight it out and once you’re finished, get your fucking shit together. I will not tolerate my two sons fighting over a goddamn girl!” he roars and me and my brother both cower. He storms towards the front door, swinging it open and urging us to go outside.
“I told you she was trouble Riggs but you never listen, do you?” I drop my head, shame burning me. “Now fuck off outside and fight it out.”
We both turn our faces to look at each other, and on a silent nod, we step outside.
Pacey did hit me, twice.
He told me he didn’t want to hit me again. We walked down to the creek and we sat there for most of the day and hashed it out.
I was still mad, and I’m sure as shit he was mad too.
But we got over it. Eventually. Even though my constant pain and heartache stay with me every day, I still get a new kind of pain that splinters through me every now and then when the memories become a little too raw.
It’s normal right? They both broke my heart.
They destroyedme in a way that I never thought was possible. The only girl I have ever loved and my brother.
“Well then,” she swipes at her cheek angrily, “we both hurt each other.” I step back, my hand moving to my face as I rub my chin, my beard scratching against the palm of my hand and I inhale heavily, my heart heavier.
