Rounding the bed, I get in from behind her, hesitating for a moment before wrapping an arm around her waist and deciding against it.
I don’t know if she’s in any pain or discomfort, so I opt out of touching her there and scoot closer.
“What are you doing, McQueen?” I mutter lightly. “You’re scaring everyone.”
She doesn’t respond right away, could be sleeping, but I canfeel she’sawake. I know she knows I’m here.
“Go away,” she grumbles flatly, not bothering to welcome me closer or into her space. “You don’t need to be here.”
“Apparently, I do. Cairo summoned me.”
I get no response, and I silently blow out more air from my lungs. I don’t know what to do. She lost the baby, the one I always wanted to put in her, and now it’s lost.
Like us.
I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it because I wasn’t around when she found out. She didn’t call me to come over and talk about it.
We are broken and fucked up and everywhere.
It almost doesn’t feel real.
My body wants to be closer, but my head denies the request. We’re notwell.We’re not doing okay.
Bay and I are as dead as my hopes and dreams.
“What’s your deal?” I press onward. “Things like this happen. This should be a blessing for you. You didn’t want the kid.”
The stillness of the room answers me back with afuck youandget the hell out.
Bay’s not being triggered. She’s not fighting back.
She’s not anything.
So, I push harder. “Do what you’ve got to do, and get over it. You’ve got sisters in the other room right now, and they’re not doing well. This place is a shithole of emotions and death.”
My words are harsh and unforgivable.
However, I needsomethingout of her right now to show me she’s fine.
So I can report back to Cairo and say she’s back on the up, and I don’t need to be summoned again. What the hell he thinks I can do right now is beyond me.
“McQueen—”
“Leave.”
The word feels like they did before.
That day at the garage when I found her underneath her dad’s Nova. I remember going in with every intention of making her mine. To solve the issues at hand with her sisters when Torin had them ripped away and fucking Wallace in jail on bogus drug charges…I don’t know what I’m doing here.
She’s right, I shouldn’t be here.
There’s nothing here for me. She lost the baby. We have nothing else tying us together anymore.
“I’m not sure why you’re so upset,” I continue, like a prick. “You didn’t want the kid. You got your wish. It’s fucking dead and?—”
Bay begins to slide off the bed, retreating away from me, when I mindlessly grip the back of her T-shirt and yank her back.
She lands on her spine with a bounce before her palm slams against my cheek so hard it makes my teeth grind against each other.
