“I know, but he was hurting and held a lot of guilt,” I say, “It’s something he feels, and before he can confront those feelings, he’s trying to forgive himself.”
She lets out a sob, then pleads, “I want my brother home. Can you convince him?”
I flinch before I deny, “No, I’m sorry, but I can’t and I won’t.”
“Because you don’t want to move?” she asks curtly despite the tears lacing her voice, and I flinch again.
I understand she’s upset, but I’m not keeping her brother from her. He can decide what he wants without my input because I won’t have him resent me for forcing him to return to his club, his home.
“Whitney, I’ll go wherever he goes, always, whether he decides to stay here or if he decides to move home. Heck, I would follow him across the globe. I will be by his side because I love him, he’s my person, but it has to be his decision to return,” I state firmly.
Whitney is quiet for a moment before she chokes, “I like you.”
Huh, here I thought she’d snap at me but then again, my only interaction with a sister is my own so…
"I like you too, Whitney,” I say softly, “Bellamy has said nothing but nice things about you and I cannot wait to meet you in person," The bell above my door dings, "I have someone here, so I have to go, but you can save my number. Maybe we can become friends, and in the meantime, I’ll try to convince Bellamy to answer your calls."
“Thank you, Drew,” She chokes then hangs up and I sigh, turning to see whose here but I roll my eyes at Drake's angry glare, though I snort at his cut lip.
Dad clearly has a good right hook – again, sad I missed it…
"You can turn around and get out before I add to your injuries," I threaten with a chuckle, his lip looks hilarious.
In hindsight, probably the wrong thing to say and do.
He growls like a damn dog before storming my way. Instead of moving away, not believing he would physically hurt me, I stand my ground.
I didn’t expect the dick to backhand me. He hits me hard and my face snaps to the right, and I blink in shock at the pain that spears through me.
Crap, that hurt…
I blink several times, trying to remove the tears and he grabs my face hard, forcing me to look at him as he sneers, “This is all your fault, everything that has happened in my life, is down to you!” he flares his nostrils at me, “My career, my prison time, your dad hitting me, it’s all your fucking fault!”
And the award for the most delusional goes too…
“We were dating for a fricking month when we were fifteen, Drake! How are all the decisions you have made since then my fault?” I snap, trying to ignore the stinging in my face as I shove his hand off me, “I saw you more as a friend, that was it, we were children. Every single decision you have made since then is on you, not me, so grow the hell up, you immature little boy!”
His cheeks redden and I curl my lip at him, then turn to walk away to avoid kneeing him but again, not very smart on my end. The phrase ‘don’t turn your back on a rabid dog’, yeah, I should have taken that seriously.
The slimeball takes the chance to lash out again.
He grabs my arm, twists it behind my back, spins me around, and then backhands me again. I choke back a gasp as my lip instantly stings and I know he’s cut me.
Son of a…
I yank my arm out of his grip and as the door dings causing him to turn his head, instantly being distracted, I take my chance for revenge and lift my knee. I ram it into his groin as hard as I can. He gasps out a grunted scream and falls to the floor holding between his legs.
I smirk as I hear, “What the fuck?” growled from across the room, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Hey, darling, fancy taking out the trash for me?” I sass, hoping to distract the love of my life so he doesn’t shoot Drake in front of me.
Now, if he wants to do it when I’m not around…
“Little bird, this isn’t the time to be cute,” Bellamy growls while glaring at a pained Drake who is still on the floor holding his junk, moaning and crying like a baby.
Serves him right though.
“Kind of is because I don’t want you to shoot him in front of me,” I joke back, and Drake looks at me sharply, fear lacing in his teary eyes as he gasps in pain. I kinda like that.
