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My anger rises.
Don't get me wrong, I feel bad for Dagger; my heart bleeds for him. No child should be put through hell like that; they should be loved and cherished, and his mother deserves to be put down, but he had no right to treat me the way he did. For months, he treated me like a bed buddy.
I shake my head as tears fill my eyes, and Leah swallows hard, realizing our friendship will never be able to return from this, from her always looking out for me because of my set ways.
How can I trust her again when she's set me up?
There is no excuse for how he treated me. I know if I wasn't so angry right now, I'd realize she's trying to help me, knowing confronting my feelings head-on and my anger head-on with Ink would set me free a little. Still, my anger is overriding me, and at this moment, I end up pushing my friendship with someone I've known since diapers away, and I'd struggle to get it back even in my worst moments when she's always there for me; she'll keep me at a distance.
I take a deep breath and make sure my eyes turn to stone, making her take a step toward me with panic etching her features. Still, I just turned around, looking at the man I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with when all he thought I was good enough for was a bed buddy and a whore. I look him in the eye, and he furrows his brows before I ram my knee between his legs hard, causing him to gasp and then grunt, leaning forward.
I vaguely hear Gunner mutter "fucking hell" behind me as Leah chokes on a chuckle, but I ignore them and lean down so Ink can look me in the eyes, and I say as coldly as I can, "How's that me knowing where you were coming from. Why don't you go back to your sweet butts, Ink, because you and I were done the day you thought treating me as a bed buddy was better than treating me like your heart? I was just stupid enough to stay until you decided to humiliate me and call me a whore with one of your brothers, who I thought was my friend. Stay away from me!"
I shove past him, ignoring Leah, who's shouting my name, heading back to my car so I can quickly get home and pack a bag. I'm not staying at home for a while. How could she blindside me like this? If this were the other way around, she'd call off our friendship!
Right?
I shove the rational thoughts away and run outside.
I manage to just get to my Jeep when my hand is grabbed, and Ink twists me around, boxing me in between him and the car. I shove him, but he doesn't move. My tears start to build up, and I push him again and again, all while he holds me tightly to him, whispering how sorry he is for the hurt he's caused me.
I start to hit his chest, wanting him to let me go so I can fall apart with my Momma, but he doesn't; he just holds me tighter until I fall. I sob in his chest at the hurt he's caused me, the deceit from my friend going behind my back, the worry I've most likely destroyed our friendship in anger when I know she was just trying to help me, and the concern about my Momma all proving too much for me to handle.
Everything comes crashing down, and my walls fall as my pain bleeds.
"I'm so sorry, baby, so sorry."
I just shake my head as my tears fall.
"It-It's not enough."
I feel him nod against my head.
"I know, believe me, I do, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, but baby, you need to know that day when you saw me outside of my shop, Clitter, a sweet butt, surprised me when she kissed me. One moment, she was asking about a tattoo, and then the next, her lips were on mine. I shoved her away, baby. I'd never let anyone touch me, even when I thought we were done. I haven't let anyone touch me but you since I met you at the bar. I know I never let you explain shit, but in my head, these past few months, though not an excuse, I haven't been in the best space after finding out what my big brother had been put through by my own mother. It was fucking me up, and you became my punching bag, and I'm so fucking sorry for that. I really am."
I sniffle as a little sob comes out, making him hold me tighter. "I love you, Sophie, so fucking much. You became my everything. The day I first met you was when I never looked at another woman again. I felt the connection with you instantly, and the more I got to know you—knowing your kindness and bubbly nature—the more I knew you were my forever, and I will prove it to you."
He pulls me back slightly before cupping my cheeks, "When I called you a whore, I was right." I tense up and try to pull away, but he grips me tighter. "You're a whore, but only for me." My eyes widen, and my cheeks flush, making him smirk. "You're all mine, just like I'm all yours." I let out a sniffle, and he goes to say something else, but his phone goes off, making him furrow his brows before cursing. He checks it, and his body gets ridged. "Shit, it's 911 from Dagger. I have to go, Pixie, but know this: our conversation isn't over, and neither are we. I'll win you back, and when I do, I'll never fucking let you leave again."
I just shake my head; it's all words.
How can I forgive him after everything?
I'd already tried when he treated me like a bed buddy while I felt like a fool. I don't have it to fight for this when he never trusted me. The way he spoke to me, if my dad were alive, then Ink wouldn't be breathing right now.
Ink leans forward before kissing my forehead. "We will get through this. I promise, and don't go too hard on Leah; she hates seeing the pain in your eyes." He pulls back and walks backward, his eyes intently on me, but I just look down, making him sigh.
As soon as I hear his bike roar off, I quickly climb into my Jeep, ignoring Leah by the door where Gunner has shoved her aside to rush to his bike and head to my Momma's, screw going back to the apartment. I have clothes at Momma's.
It doesn't take long before I get to hers, and she comes outside with a frown. As soon as I get out and she sees my tear-stained cheeks, she quickly rushes over to me, holding me tightly as I sob, explaining to her what had happened out on her driveway. Once I'd calmed down, she guided me inside and cuddled up with me on her brown leather couch, my head resting on her shoulder,
"I'm sorry, baby."
I nod.
"I feel like my friend lied and manipulated me, but in the morning, I'll know she was trying to help me, which means she'll never see me as she did, while the man I love thinks I'm easy enough to just let him back into my life after he hurt me."
Momma holds me tighter as I sniffle when her phone rings, and she sighs, seeing who it is before answering it.
