Chapter 20
Andy
CJ: For fuck’s sake, text her.
Me: Leave it
CJ: You got shit for brains.
Me: She doesn’t want me
CJ: Check Facebook. You’re Welcome.
I’d turn off my phone except for this tiny thread of hope Sienna will try to get in touch. I miss her snarky remarks. Hell, I’d even love to get fired. However, because she didn’t, I file a lawsuit in her behalf. She deserves something for what Olafson put her through. He was a scheming, conniving bastard but a rich one.
And Sienna married him. What does that tell you, Quinn?
Sighing, I glance at my phone after hours of tossing and turning. I haven’t slept since leaving North Carolina.
Two AM. I groan with my head in my hands and take some ibuprofen. No matter how hard I try, I see her beautiful smile, feel her warm body as she cums. I remember taking her against my truck near Tanner’s barn.
How long does it take to shut this kind of shit down? I don’t know how much more I can take. I was so sure she would move in with me or at least live close by.
I open Facebook, the same thing I’ve done every night since leaving her in the south. I’m addicted to her face and the only fix is her band’s postings. When her status changes from single to seeing someone, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Someone posted a video of her singing that damn song she wrote. While she croons, tears run down her cheeks. She stares into the camera and a stab goes straight through my heart.
Oh fuck. She wrote a new verse about loving a man so bad, she can’t go on. How that man took a bullet for her only to leave her alone and broken. I pick up my cell phone and text:
Me: Hey
It takes her so long to answer I have time to book a flight.
Sienna: Hey
Me: I’m so damn sorry
Sienna: Me 2
Me: Coming to U
Sienna: ?
Me: Call me?
My phone rings just as I finish booking an Uber to the airport.
“Hi.” I hate how her tone has lost its warmth but I’ll fix that real soon.
“I saw your video.”
“What video?”
“On Facebook.”
“I didn’t post anything… Give me a second.”
There’s a pause while her keyboard clicks so I throw a few things into an overnight bag. My flight is at five AM. I’ll just make it.
