AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“There is somethin’ to tell; you just won’t say it, but trust me, when I wanna know somethin’, I’ll find out.”
“Don’t go opening a door I can’t close, Ridge.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means no one believes me anyway! It means my family knows, and no one cares, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get involved.”
“He hurt you. Son of a fuckin’ bitch!” He roars, his fists balled at his sides. I watch him stalk through the room, unsure what to do with himself. I can’t help him there either. I don’t know.
“Will you stop, please?” I ask him. He stops pacing and turns to face me, anger written all over his face.
“Stop? He fuckin’ hurt you, and you want me to stop?” he asks, his tone calm. Too calm.
“Yes. I want you to stop pacing the room and stop worrying about it. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine! Tell me what he did, Olson. Tell me or so fuckin’ help me. I will spank your ass raw until you do.” I can see the fire in his eyes, and it’s almost intriguing.
“I’m not telling you anything. Nothing happened.”
“That’s what they tell you. Nothin’ happened to you. They make you fuckin’ believe that shit, and we both know somethin’ did happen. Tell me, Olson.” When I don’t answer this time, he walks over and stands in front of me, his hands cupping my cheeks a little rougher than usual.
“Tell me what happened,” he says once more, his tone calmer than it was.
“I can’t.”
“You can. I can help you, Princess. I think you know that by now,” he says softly.
“What happened to hating me?”
“Hatin’ you? I don’t hate you, Olson. I’m fucked up here. I want to push you away so when you leave, I don’t have to feel a goddamn thing. I want to fuckin’ keep you. I want so many fuckin’ things, I can’t think straight with you, Olson.”
“You want me?”
“More than I should. More than I want to.”
“Then why can’t we try this?”
“You’re gonna leave. We’re gonna be states apart. It’s stupid, Olson. I can’t live like that. It would never work for me.” I nod my head, finally understanding what he’s saying and why he’s been acting the way he was. It all makes sense now.
“I get it.”
“No, you don’t. You don’t get it because I don’t even get it,” he tells me, but I do get it. He’s afraid of having a long-distancerelationship, and frankly, so am I. I don’t have that much strength in me. I don’t think I could trust someone enough to do that, even if I loved them.
“I wish I could tell you.”
“You can tell me. You just won’t.”
“You’ll never look at me the same, Ridge, and I don’t think I could handle that.”
“You hardly know me, Olson. You don’t know how I’d look at you,” he says.
“But I do. Because my family looks at me the same way,” I tell him softly. Ridge sighs before he pulls away and runs his hand over his face. I know this must be a lot on him, but it’s a lot on me too. I can’t tell him that secret. I just can’t.
“When do they get here?”
“In two days,” I tell him. He nods his head and sighs.
“Then fuck it. Let’s drink tonight.” I shrug, thinking that can’t be such a bad idea. Why not?
