One thingI’ve always loved about my job has been the hours. I prefer waking up early so I can be done before the day is over. Call me crazy but it’s my preference. However, I don’t like it when I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night. Especially by Wes’s damn sports car roaring to life, then tearing out of here to wherever the fuck he goes at all hours.
I can only imagine it’s some woman’s house or something. He never has anyone over to his place, and other than annoying me, he hasn’t attempted to get me into bed again. Though, he doesn’t seem like the commitment type, so I’m sure whoever the poor girl is will get her heart broken. Or girls, I’m sure there’s multiple when it comes to him.
No judging here, he can do whatever he wants and break all the hearts he wants.
It just will never be mine.
I am, however, tempted to break something of his when I’m awoken for the second time tonight.Yet again,I look at the clock and see it’s a little after two in the morning. Everything is silent so I can hear when he shuts the car door, and I debate storming over there to yell at him.
I hang on to my composure, but just barely. Though, when I’m unable to fall asleep after several minutes, I grab my phone again and type an angry text I may not even send.
Fuck it.
Bailey: I don’t know what or who you’re out doing all the time but either stay out or get a quieter fucking car.
Wes: You sound jealous.
I scowl at the screen even though he can’t see me.
Bailey: What’s there to be jealous of? Two seconds of mediocre dicking? I’m good.
I swear our street is so quiet I can hear his bark of laughterfrom next door. But there’s also a high probability that I’m just hallucinating because I’m half asleep and pissed off.
Wes: You and I both know I last a lot longer than that, and that it’s anything but mediocre. Go to bed.
Bailey: You don’t tell me what to do.
Wes: Watch me.
I toss my phone down and stare at the ceiling.
It’s times like this I can’t but think about the night we had together. Does he remember? Has he remembered this entire time? I feel like I’m going crazy and any chance I had of going to sleep tonight is now completely obliterated because he’s fucking with my head.
And the worst part is, I think that’s exactly what he’s wanting to do.
CHAPTER 4
Bailey
Although Jamesonand Sutton didn’t plan many events for their wedding, they are throwing a small engagement party. It’s been about two weeks since Sutton moved in, and it feels like the wedding quickly approaching. They didn’t want a long engagement, but they still wanted to take time to celebrate.
Or maybe it was his mom that still wanted to celebrate. She’s recently gone into remission from the cancer that brought Jameson back to Amity. With that and losing her husband a little over a year ago, Sutton said she’d been waiting to see Jameson get married for so long, that now she wants to celebrate every little moment.
However, Sutton has drawn the line at a bachelorette party. Lily tried to convince her that we should all go to Vegas and go crazy. That was shot down very quickly by both Sutton and I. Nothing sounds worse to me than Las Vegas with a slightly insane twenty-one year old.
I normally don’t dress up beyond jeans and a nice shirt, but for this event, I put on one of the few dresses that I own. And forthat, my friend should be thankful. I even curled the ends of my long hair, and put on a little bit of makeup.
When I look in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize myself. For some reason seeing myself like this reminds me of my younger sister, Brynn. She’s always been the one that enjoyed wearing nice clothes and makeup. She’s always been known as the “prettiest.” It’s not like I was ever called ugly. The bullies had plenty of other things to pick on without needing to attack my looks.
But right now I can see the resemblance between us, and it causes a pang in my chest because I haven’t spoken to her in a long time. She tries, but I don’t respond. Both her and my oldest brother, Brent, try to reach out, and sometimes I give them a short response.
But most times, I leave them on read.
I never know what to say without spiraling into memories of our childhood and the trauma it left behind. So instead, I chose to run away. To distance myself from that place and the people—my family—and start over fresh.
Even if it hurts.
But there are times like these when I find myself missing them. Texts I almost send. Calls I almost make.
