Some would say that I am jumping to conclusions and I should wait for him to talk to me, but I cannot let him rip my heart out right to my face. I would rather be a chicken and get a ‘dumped’ text.
A taxi is waiting for me, thanks to arranging one earlier today, once my redeye was booked.
The nice man puts my luggage into the trunk, as I slip into the back seat. Looking out of the window at the hotel, my nose burns, and tears fill my eyes.
I knew it would come to this. Deep down, I knew I would get hurt, but I needed something more, something that was for me.
“Are you okay, miss?”
I look at the man and force a smile. “I will be.”
He regards me for a few more seconds, before he nods and faces forward, slowly pulling away from the hotel.
The drive is silent and I need that to work through what I am going to tell my parents. They believed that I was taking a mini vacation after getting a discount on flights.
In the blink of an eye, we arrive at the airport, so I climb out, the driver removing my luggage from the car, and then he smiles at me.
“Whatever happened here on the island will have more meaning to you when you have time to repair the hurt that you are feeling now.”
“Thank you.” I give him a watery smile.
I bet he thinks I am some crazy chick who got hurt by her boyfriend and is running.
I guess he would be correct; well, maybe not the crazy part. Then again, Simone says that I am crazy at times.
Checking in, I check my luggage, except for my oversized purse that has my Kindle and my Loops in it, which are a godsend when I need to be in a quieter environment.
I need to block out everything for a few hours before heading home and getting the third degree from Simone and my folks.
Goodbye, Hawaii, it has been a fucking blast. A time that I will never forget, for many different reasons.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Romeo
Sunlight hits my face as I turn over in bed, and I wince with how bright the sun is.
Reaching for Nell, I find her side of the bed cold and empty.
Sitting up, I look around the room, feeling that something is off. Scanning the room, I see nothing of hers. Her purse is gone from the chair; her shoes that have been left in the same place all week are no longer there.
“Nell,” I call out, but silence echoes back at me.
Pushing the covers back, I go and check the bathroom, but my gut is telling me what I already know. I look in the closet and all of her side is empty.
My stomach sinks.
She is gone.
I fucking knew something was wrong. I run my hands through my hair in frustration for not doing more to push and see what was wrong.
Picking up my cell phone from the bedside table, I call her, but she never picks up. Fuck, when did she leave?
Rushing to my clothes, I pull on a pair of shorts and sneakers.
Making sure I have my room key, I stop seeing the card next to a note.
My eyes scan over every word she has written, my heart pounding in my chest as I read what she thought had happened. She thought the deal was all part of a game I was playing with her.
