"Don't do that. It's not her fault."
"Okay…I'm sorry."
"I think I'm going to go home. I can't just sit here."
"That's the worst thing you could do while you're in this headspace, and I think you know that. Anyway, she'll be back, and you want to see her, don't you?" Dax asks him.
I know I'm not fucking going anywhere. She ruined my Friday night plans. Although if I'm being honest, my liver could probably use a break, anyway.
"Yeah, I do."
"And just in case you didn't know this already, you don't owe her any explanation that you're uncomfortable giving, all right?"
"Yeah, I know." Nolan sighs. "I think I'm going to go for another run."
"Don't do that," Dax says. "Let's go to the pub. We can have a few drinks; it'll be loud and dark. It'll help pass the time. Then we'll bring Saige home, okay?"
"All right, fine."
"Let me just go change." Dax looks at me as he heads for the stairs. "You want to come?"
"No, I'll find something else to do."
"You mean someone else?"
I smile a little, giving him a noncommittal shrug. "We'll see."
But I know damn well that won't be happening. I don't even want to try anymore—not after what happened at the concert.
After the two of them leave, I park my ass on the couch and find something to watch, refreshing Kira's Instagram to check for new stories about every fifteen minutes.
Hours later, she finally posts a new one, showing the two of them at a house party.
Fucking great. She's with her friend, sure, but the last time she went to a house party with said friend, she tried to go home with fucking Miles, the wife killer. Surely, she wouldn't do something like that; I mean, she's getting fucked senseless here every night and some mornings, too. And I would know—I listen through the wall with my fist wrappedaround my dick.
I think I'll go sit in front of their residence hall. If Kira comes back alone, I'm going to fucking lose it. If she doesn't, I'll toss Saige over my shoulder and drag her ass back here.
I picture how she'd react; that'd surely garner unwanted attention. I find myself wondering if I can get chloroform online and then immediately shut it down.
I don't hurt women. I haven't even wanted to look at a girl more than once in years. Why the fuck am I like this when it comes to Saige?
Whydon'tI just let her go?
I flip off the television, thinking I'll go for a walk; maybe I can even find the house. Before I get up, Dax walks through the front door, helping a very drunk Nolan stumble inside with him. "I'm going to need some help getting him up the stairs," Dax says.
"Nolan, is it okay if I put your arm over my shoulder to help you upstairs?" I ask as I approach them.
He slurs something incomprehensible. "Nolan?"
"That means yes," Dax says. "You're good."
I throw his other arm over my shoulder, pausing for just a few seconds in case he decides he wants to throw me off, and when he doesn't, I help Dax get him upstairs and in bed.
Once he's lying face-down on top of the covers, Dax sits at the foot of the bed and removes his shoes.
"Thanks," Dax says, out of breath.
"He's fucking heavier than he looks."
