My head darts back and forth between the two of them—demanding an answer. When neither of them cooperates, my frustration drives me, yanking his hand towards me, opening it up to find a white pill inside his hand.
“What is this?”
“Just leave him alone,” Flynn shrugs off. “It’s nothing bad.”
I seethe, gritting my teeth. “Then tell me what it is?”
“Just takes the edge off.”
“Takes the edge off…You gave my brother drugs? I can’t believe you would do this!” I yell through the noise, pointing my finger directly into Wesley’s face.
“I give you everything of me…everything and this is what you do?” I question, ignoring the people that have stopped around us, watching with annoying curiosity.
“YOU GAVE ME NOTHING!” he shouts back. “I begged you to fix me. Begged for you to make it all go away. Everything I fucking did or do is for you. And all I asked in return was for you to fucking fix me.”
“How can I fix you when I had my own issues? You think I like seeing you hurt, do you think I like living in pain? The world doesn’t revolve around Wesley Rich.”
His wicked laugh escapes his sardonic grin. Behind this beautiful man lay a corrupted soul. He wanted me to fix him, yet he continued to play these heinous games and drag me along like I was a pawn.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby, the world does revolve around me. And the second you realize that, the happier our lives will be.”
I look at him with disgust, ignoring the hurt that stems from his selfish words.
“Of course it does. You don’t care that I’m hurting every day being away from my mother. You don’t care that I’ve been suffering panic attacks that almost cost me my life. And for the record, tonight, Carson tried to rape me. So excuse me, while I forget the world revolves around you.”
I could see the anger morphing, his teeth gritting and thirst to punch the hell out of something. “You said what?”
“Apparently, I’m another one of your little sluts that he likes to fuck. This is not who I am. I will not be called a slut. I can’t do this anymore. And this time—I mean it.”
“So what are you going to do?” he shouts, with vengeance. “You fucking tell me you love me and what, walk?”
“Yes,” I say out loud, with my posture straight, clarity in my expression. “I walk. Back to my family, back to the people who love me for me. Back to a world that brought happiness, not fear.”
“You mean back to him.”
I lower my head, ignoring his insecure remarks. “Goodbye Wesley. I do love you, but I guess it’s true, sometimes love is not enough.”
“You can’t just fucking leave me,” he pleads, pulling on my arm with desperation.
I allow it to linger; his touch—just for a moment.
“I can. I will. I need to move on.” Releasing my arm from his grip, I gaze into his eyes one more time, as if the door to this life is just about to close. “The worst thing I could have ever done would be to commit myself to you for life. Liam was right all along, maybe it was him I was destined to be with. At least—I would be safe.”
Staring back, is a man hurt. His complexion completely ashen; the ache inside crippling his movement while he continues to stare vacantly into my eyes. I had never seen him so vulnerable; completely silent with a pained poise.
And though my words were intended to push him away, the remorse began to seep its way in. I never wanted to end it this way.
I never wanted it to end.
But I knew where my heart belonged. It wasn’t here, in Los Angeles, a place that became my living nightmare.
It was my hometown in Alaska; a place that held my best memories.
And my heart spoke the words, guided me in the right direction.
I needed to go back home.
To Mom.