Word on the street is that both #NewGirl’s and #TheBenchwarmer’s vehicles were seen parked outside the center tonight, so I’m just going to ask…
What the hell happened in there?
We may never get the full story, but these images and videos seem like enough to draw a clear conclusion on our own.
I’ll keep you posted as things unfold, but I do have to share another gem that just popped into my inbox as we speak. It’s a lovely mugshot to commemorate quite the eventful evening.
Smile, #KingMidas… everyone’s watching.
Later, peeps :)
—P
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blue
It was only a few hours, but it’s been so long since I’ve slept in his arms, I woke up feeling like I’d gotten a full night’s rest. Now, I’m starting my day in my own home, which feels strange after being away for so long.
The shower pressure here puts Hunter’s to shame, and it was nice getting dressed without having to dig through a duffle bag for what I need. Some of what I use for my hair and makeup are still at his place, but I scrounged up enough product from my vanity drawer and purse to make it work.
I dab on concealer, noticing that my eyes are still puffy from sobbing for the hours West was gone. Yes, I was angry with him, but the not knowing was killing me. Not knowing if he’d be arrested, if he was hurt, if he’d hurt Seth bad enough to land himself inrealtrouble. What it boils down to is that I just… wanted my husband to be okay.
That’s all I ever want.
I had a lot of time to think over the part I played in all this. I’ve questioned whether I did the right thing coming over last night to tell West what happened. But in every way I’ve spun the possibilities, telling him right away was for the best.
Even if things went bad shortly thereafter.
At the thought of the lies Seth told, my stomach turns. I can’t imagine what must’ve gone through West’s mind hearingthem. At first, I was livid he even let Seth get in his head, but now that the haze of anger has cleared, I can’t help but sympathize. Should his response have been to beat Seth half to death? No. But when I put myself in West’s shoes, do I understand why he lost his cool?
Yeah… I kind of do.
As I’m thinking of him, West walks into the bathroom. I peer up through the mirror’s reflection while I swipe on eyeliner, catching his gaze. I flash an awkward smile, and he smirks, which instantly has my heart racing.
“Morning,” he yawns, running a hand behind his neck as he stretches. My eyes are everywhere, not feeling an ounce of disappointment as I scan him from head to toe.
I realize a few seconds have passed, and I haven’t responded yet. “Morning.”
I give another awkward smile and clear my throat. I’m not sure what to expect as we navigate sharing one another’s space this morning. He heard me out last night, then bared his own heart. I just wish I knew what it all meant.
Wish I knew where we stood.
“Mind if I shower?”
I snap out of my thoughts and meet his gaze briefly. “No, go right ahead. I’m finishing up anyway.”
“Thanks.” He yawns again, then pulls his shirt over his head the next second. “You’re heading out already?”
His question reminds me of something he said last night. That I could leave first thing this morning if I wanted to.And while leaving before things can get too uncomfortable is probably for the best, that’s not why I’m rushing out.
“I made plans with Scar. I have to rein things in at the center now that…”
My voice trails off, and I can’t even say Seth’s name.
“Now that I’m… handling it alone. Scar volunteered to tag along for moral support.”
West nods, then slips out of his pants and boxers without a second thought. I pretend not to notice, quickly averting my eyes.
