As Carter and I let go, I walk backward with my eyes fixed on them. I can see sadness in Rage’s eyes and uneasiness in Carter’s.
“We’ll talk in roughly eighteen hours. Please don’t fight with each other while Mommy is away, okay?” I say with a smirk.
“Just go already!” Rage yells, obviously trying to make this easier for everyone.
I nod and take in a final image of those two giants. Who knows, this might be the last time I see them? That thought makes me so fucking sad.
They are not waving goodbye like regular people would when someone is about to travel. They are not throwing kisses my way or taking selfies with me, and I know exactly why. My trip is not going to be a happy one. We all know this.
Who would have thought? After all this time, after all the wait, I will finally search for Bruno and not do so alone. I’ll have help from those two.
I sigh.
Why Am I nervous?Oh, Right.
I’m going to Saudi Fucking Arabia, that’s why.
Chapter Seventeen
RAGE
“Fuck, that was rough,” pretty boy utters.
“It was.”Why do I feel so fucking sad?For a second there I thought she was about to belt out. I was so fucking sure, I could almost picture us in my bed this very same night, but she got away from me,again.
Carter and I walk through the airport in complete silence. I guess we both know dark days are coming. Out in the parking lot he looks at me with a disgusted expression and says, “All right, catch you later, biker.”
“Where are you going?” We’re in the middle of nowhere.
“None of your concern,” he replies quickly.
“None of my concern? Are you always this uptight?”
“Only with huge assholes.”
This guy is testing me. I’m about to head out when Sarah’s voice comes to my head.
“Please don’t fight with each other while Mommy is away, okay?”
Fuck, it has been five minutes after her departure, and we are already fighting.
I sigh. “Me too.”
“Please don’t agree with me, it’s weird.” He looks confused.
“Weird how? You don’t like people agreeing with you?”
“No. I don’t likeyouagreeing with me. What if people see us agreeing?”
“Jesus, you are an idiot.” I look for my keys. I want to be out of here as soon as possible. I need a glass of something strong to knock me out until Sarah lands in Madrid.
“Takes one to know one. Wait, no, that would really make me an idiot, scratch that last one.”
I chuckle. “Anyway, I don’t give a fuck where you are going. Let me give you a ride out of this place.”
“All right,” he says.
I keep thinking about Sarah. That was the worst goodbye I’ve had the displeasure to live through in my entire existence. It was depressing as fuck. I even hugged Sarah like a needy, fucking excuse of a man, and in front of this asshole, nonetheless. He’s not going to let that go away anytime soon, I am sure.
