The thought is fucking depressing. But you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.
I’ve begged her so many times to leave, that we’d be okay just the two of us, that I’d take care of her, I’d protect her. But it wasn't enough. I wasn’t enough to make her leave.
So, I left. I was strong enough to get myself out of the situation, and I wish my mother could have been as well.
As for my dad, he hasn’t reached out. Good. I’d have told him to get fucked otherwise.
The last time I talked to him was when he was drunk off his ass, and I refused to give him two hundred dollars that I didn’thave, so he could smoke or drink it away. He told me to get the fuck out of his house.
It was a good thing I was already packing up and leaving to move into my dorm room. I took every single thing I owned and left.
Only to lose it all in a fire a few years later.
Knowing the good memories I had from the past are now gone fucking kills me.
But now, I can make new ones. With Bennett.
I can’t help but smile like a dumbass as I remember the way he looked at me when we woke up this morning, the way he kissed me, told me he loved me, and then gave me the best morning blow job ever.
“Someone looks happy.” Taylor surprises me. I look up to see her walking towards me.
“Hey.” I get up from where I was sitting on the front step of the hockey house. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.
“Wanna go for a walk?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“So...” she says, sounding awkward.
I look down at her with worry. Is she okay? Things are never, and I mean never, awkward with us.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I’m breaking up with you!” she blurts, shocking the hell out of me and causing me to stumble to a halt.
“Wait, what?” I gape at her.
“I’m sorry!” She looks up at me with wide eyes, hands over her mouth. “Please don’t hate me.”
“No.” I shake my head. “No. You’re not breaking up with me.”
“Easton.”
“Because I’m breaking up with you first.” I narrow my eyes.
She gapes at me.
“No, you’re not. I already did it.” She puts her hands on her hips.
“But I was just about to. You can’t beat me to it.”
“But I already did,” she points out. “You can’t break up with me, because I already broke up with you.”
“That’s not fair. Who just blurts out shit like that? You couldn’t have eased me into it or something?” I throw my hands in the air.
“And what? Give you the chance to do it first?”
I blink at her, taking in this whole damn conversation before bursting out laughing. “You do realize we’re arguing about who gets to break up with who?”
