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“No buts. You can’t. You wanted this. I did what you asked of me. Now you have to let me go.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t.”
The door opens, interrupting our conversation and turning Prescott’s attention to Spencer. I use that moment to get out of the car. Somehow Spencer manages to pull him out of the car and on his feet, most of Prescott’s weight on him.
“Where’s your key?”
“You don’t have to do this.”
I just extend my hand. “Keys.”
With a sigh, Spencer hands me his car keys, and hanging from the chain are a couple more keys. I walk up the stairs and unlock the front door, holding it open as he leads Prescott’s limp body up the stairs. Sliding under Prescott’s other arm, I help carry him into the elevator and to his apartment.
Prescott lets out a groan as we drop him onto his bed face first. We take off his shoes but don’t even attempt to get his limp body out of his clothes.
“I’m going to grab some water and Advil,” Spencer says before slipping out of the room and leaving me alone with Prescott.
I stand there for a moment, watching him sleep. Even in his dreams, it seems that he can’t find peace.
Moving closer, I notice the blanket at the bottom of the bed, so I pull it over him. I’m about to take a step back when his hand grabs mine, eyes flying open.
My heart is in overdrive, the fast beat echoing in my eardrums as we stare at one another. His eyes are heavy with a mix of sleep and drunkenness, but he doesn’t give in to it.
“I hate you,” he whispers. His hand brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear, his gentle touch a complete contrast to his harsh words. “For making me fall in love with you.”
I suck in a breath as his words ring in my head. Unsure if I heard it correctly, but I don’t get to process it before Spencer returns to the room.
“I found it!” Spencer says, making me jump back. “The damn thing was hidden at the back of the cabinet.”
His eyes narrow as he looks between Prescott and me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I wrap my arms around myself to stop them from shaking. “I think I’ll go home.” I force a smile out as I start for the door. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Jade, wait!” Spencer runs after me. “I’ll walk you home.”
I look back toward Prescott’s room. “You should stay with him.”
Before I even get to finish, Spencer is already shaking his head. “He’ll kill me if he finds out that I let you walk home alone.”
“It’s just next door. Besides, he needs you more. What if he starts throwing up?”
“Then it’s his damn problem for drinking the whole fucking bottle of Jack, isn’t it?” Spencer throws his hand around my shoulder as we walk back outside. “He loves you. You know that, right?”
Love was never the issue with Prescott and me.
Some days I thought we felt too much.
It was all the other things that were messed up.
“I wish it was enough.” Turning to face Spencer, I give him a sad smile. “Take care of him?”
He nods in understanding. “As much as he’ll let me.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
JADE
“Can I get you anything?” Nixon asks as he helps me inside my room and to my bed. It feels like every bone and muscle in my body are protesting the movement, and it takes extreme effort to put one leg in front of the other.
