I love you.Doesn’t that mean anything?
Don’t throw everything away because of a mistake.
You’re being cruel.
I’m not the enemy.
You left me.
You don’t get to disappear.
You’re being dramatic.Come home.
Answer me.
Don’t make me come find you.
I clench my jaw.That last one chafes my ass.
Don’t make me come find you?
Like I’m the problem.Like I’m the one who broke him.
I scroll past the rest without reading, knowing the rhythm.The shift from apology to guilt-tripping to threats.
Classic Gavin.
Petulant man-child.
Expelling a breath, I block his number and switch to the messages from Jag.
My scalp chills before I open them.Just seeing his name on the screen feels like a death threat, like he’s staring into my soul and watching me squirm.
Ridiculous.I trade out my phones regularly in case he installs sneaky tracker shit.
Same number.New phone.Location data off.
He can’t see me.
I open the chat.
Jag:
You think you can run?With him?
He can’t protect you.
I fucking raised you.You owe me.Every breath in your lungs is mine.
You don’t get to disappear.Not from me.
Does he know what kind of dirty little stray he dragged onto his yacht?
Get back here.Now.
You’re not thinking straight.
You’re acting like a cheap whore with a new leash.
