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“I’m going to watch some Netflix. Are you joining me?” She piles her long wet locks up on the top of her head, making it look like a wild nest.
My confusion is beginning to fucking annoy me as is Violet.
This is a fucking ambush.
I run my hands through my hair and pull it. “Sorry. Let me get this straight. You are in my house, using my shower, making yourself at home in my home, and you are asking me if I am joining you to watch Netflix? Using my login details and my password?” I’m feeling something other than confusion. It’s more like mild irritation mixed with uneasiness. “Sorry. But what the fuck is going on?”
“Oh, I moved to Scotland and moved in with you,” she says matter-of-factly.
No shit, Sherlock. She moves out of the bedroom and skips back down the stairs.
It’s then I notice, styled neatly in some sort of weird display, several decorative cushions now decorate my bed.
Unbelievable.
I run down after her and she’s already got her ass parked on my black leather sofa, her feet up on my glass coffee table, and she’s pointing the remote control at the television as she flicks through the menu.
“Are you joining me?” She pats the cushion beside her but doesn’t look my way. “There is supposed to be a new series of Vikings started. I know how much you love it.”
Right, that’s it. I’m done pussy-footing about. I storm across to the television and unplug it.
With my hands on my hips, I stand in front of the giant screen.
“Everything okay?” A soft smirk of mischief softens her owlish eyes.
“What!” I bellow. “Is everything okay? I haven’t seen you in almost a month…”
“Because you left me,” she interrupts me.
“Because I left you,” I parrot. Christ, no. I correct myself. “Nope. That's not what happened.” I draw a line through the air. “Because I didn’t know how to say goodbye and tell you it was a terrible idea for us to have a long-distance relationship. It was easier to make a clean break.”
“Oh, did I miss the memo? Did we break up? You never officially broke it off. Nice touch trying to lay that burden on your dad, by the way.” She winks.
Fucking winks at me like she’s fucking high-fiving the worst decision I ever made, but I see the pain in her eyes.
She keeps assaulting me with her words. “I get it. Your long-lost emotionally detached and messed-up mother broke your heart, and it was a huge shock for you meeting her the way you did, and then you didn’t get the outcome you wanted. That night turned into possibly one of the shittiest days of your life, and instead of seeing the beautiful parts of your life you already had, you decided to mess all those other great parts up. You left because you felt like that was the right thing to do. For us. And I get it; having a long-distance relationship sounded horrible. I didn’t want to do it either. But I was willing to give it a try and do it for us to see how it went. Because what we have is unique and special and so beautiful. But you didn’t even let us test it out to see. So you left the girl you supposedly love. The only girl you’ve ever loved because you thought she would be better off without your fucked-up, rejected heart. When, in fact, she was the one who could heal it and make it better. But how would you know because you didn’t stick around to find out.”
I feel a stab of remorse as she assaults me with truth bombs I wasn’t ready to face.
She keeps going. “And since then, you’ve been moping around. Feeling like shit. Dragging your body around like a zombie. And now you feel worse. But if you had chosen to speak to me before you left, you wouldn’t feel this pain.”
She’s been speaking to my grandmother.
She sighs. “And now you feel blue. Pathetic. Lonely. Have a painful heart and the worst case of sadness you’ve ever felt, but you’ve been too stubborn to call or text me. Fearful I would reject you. Because everyone rejects you. You pigeonholed me into the same category as your mother. But news flash, asshole, we aren't all the same.”
She’s pissed and has every right to be, but she’s got me pegged and she’s here.Even with me fucking up as I did, she still showed up for me.
“But I’m here for you now.” She folds her arms across her body.
“You’re staying?” After all the shit she’s just said about me being an asshole.
“Oh, I’m staying.” She’s defiant.
“Here?”
“Yes. Here.”
“In my house? With me?”
