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I turn my head to look at her and motion for her to come in. She climbs out of the car and walks up when I hand her the photos before unlocking the door. I usher her inside, carrying the box with the rest of the photos inside.
“These were at a hotel I was staying at,” she whispers before passing the pictures back to me. I take them and stuff them into the box before walking to the living room and tossing them in the fireplace before lighting them on fire.
“Thought we needed those for the police?”
“I’m done with the police. They don’t do shit anyway.”
“So now what? And how would he have taken those?”
“He had to have been inside your room,” I tell her. I watch her shiver, the thought scaring her.
“He won’t get in here,” I tell her as I look her in the eyes.
“How can you be so sure? He’s gotten into the hotel, and that was supposed to be secure,” she argues.
“I wanna talk to your security when you go back,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“Because, Olson, clearly they aren’t doin’ their jobs!” I roar at her. “You aren’t safe with them. Isn’t that clear enough with those pictures?”
“I’m really sick of your attitude, Ridge. I don’t know what your problem is, but fuck you!” With that she turns and storms down the hall and up the stairs as I stand here shaking my head. What the hell am I going to do with her? Letting her go seems too hard, but keeping her is worse.
16
Olson
Idon’t know what I did to him. I don’t know why he’s so angry right now. I sat in my room trying to figure it out all night until he came in and went straight to bed. He didn’t try to sleep in bed with me. He just climbed into the pull-out bed and fell asleep.
It hurt knowing he was angry at me for some unknown reason. I hate he feels that way, and I hate it even more that my family is coming, and now I don’t even have Ridge on my side. I’m alone again.
I look at myself in the mirror as I get ready for them to arrive and think to myself. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I let them use me the way they do? I should stand up for myself, but I don’t. Not in front of him. Shaking my head with a sigh, I walk back out of my bathroom to see Ridge pulling his cut back on.
“Do you always wear that?”
“Unless the circumstances require me not to, yeah.”
“What kind of circumstances would that be?” I ask.
“The ones we’re not gonna talk about.” I nod my head, knowing that he doesn’t share much about himself, and that’s fine. He doesn’t have to.
“Just so you know, I sleep with my door locked while they’re here,” I tell him, just so he’s aware. Something sparks in his eyes as he looks at me now.
“Why is that?”
“Personal space.”
“Oh, come on, Olson. Do you think I’m that stupid? I’m gonna find out why you don’t like him.” What? What does he know? He couldn’t know anything. I never said a word.
“Don’t like who?”
“Don’t play games with me, of all people. You don’t like your uncle bein’ here, and frankly, I don’t either.”
“Why don’t you like him being here?”
“He gives off bad vibes, Olson, and you know it. There’s somethin’ off with him, and you’re just not tellin’ me.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” I tell him, keeping my secrets close. Ridge isn’t going to be around forever, so why should I tell him anything?
