They promised one thing and then you ended up grieving. It didn’t matter if the person died or not, you could very well grieve living people too. I leaned up as Goo lay next to me fast asleep.
His arms were around me, holding me tightly. I removed myself and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
I shouldn’t have done that.
Shouldn’t have had sex with him and possibly made a child together. He didn’t know me. Didn’t understand me, and who says that he would. He saw the Zoya he had been chasing, not the depressed Zoya that took antidepressants.
The Zoya that self-sabotaged everything in her life. Goo didn’t know that woman, and it was best that he didn’t know me.
“Zoya, you good? Where do you need me?” I heard Don’s sleepy voice on the other end of the line.
“Can you get me a helicopter back to the city?”
I could hear his bed rustle in the background. “What happened? Where are you?”
“Ashbourne.”
“Why?”
“Gerald took me here for the weekend.”
The line grew quiet. “I don’t even like that I’m about to ask this, but did he hurt you, Zoy?”
“No, nothing like that… Don, he told me he loves me.”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“There’s everything wrong with that.”
The stupid line went quiet again. I hated that both he and Menace did the same thing. They both took moments to pause, leaving you to wonder if they ended the call on you.
“The only reason there’s something wrong with it, is because you feel the same way.” He called me out.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It does fucking matter… you about to leave the man in the early hours of the morning because you too fucking scared. I dare you to stay.”
I had quietly climbed the steps to the room I was staying in. While Landon was trying to dare me to stay, I had slipped on a pair of leggings while putting all my toiletries into my bag.
“You gonna get me a ride and helicopter or not.”
“Was already fucking working on it. I’ll meet you when you touch down in the city. He’s a good nigga, Zoy. You really willing to allow fear to keep you from having that?”
“Thanks, Don.” I ended the call, not wanting to hear his speech about having love. He thought because he was getting married that it was easy for everyone.
Landon was damn near perfect.
He wasn’t as fucked up as the rest of us. I wasn’t taking away from the trauma he did have being the youngest, but he was the least fucked up out of us all. He didn’t understand.
I quickly packed my things and received the text from Landon that my ride was outside. Carrying my bag down the steps, I put it by the door and went to look for the security pad.
“Damn, you wasn’t going to say bye?” The light clicked on, and Goo was sitting in the same chair he was in earlier.
“Work emergency.”
“We lying now… heard you.”
I sighed. “This is too much.”
