Wesley appears surprised to see me, his mouth falling open and more notably, his eyes are that familiar bloodshot red.
“Nothing, it’s none of your business, anyway.”
“Tell… me… what the fuck you gave him!” I’m reeling with anger, unable to disguise my raging tone.
My head darts back and forth between the two of them demanding an answer. When neither of them cooperate, my frustration drives me, yanking his hand toward me, opening it up to find a white pill buried in his palm.
“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 who have stopped around us, watching with annoying curiosity.
“You give 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 ask in return was for you to fucking fix me.”
“How can I fix you when I have 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 wants me to fix him, yet he continues to play these heinous games and drag me along like I’m 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 watch the anger morphing, his teeth gritting and the 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 isn’t who I am. I will not be called a slut. I can’t do this anymore. And this time, I mean damn well 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 brings 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 simply isn’t 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 will be to commit myself to you for life. Liam was right all along, maybe it’s him I’m 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 have never seen him so vulnerable, so completely silent with a pained poise.
And though my words are intended to push him away, but the remorse begins to seep its way in. I don’t want to end it this way.
I never want it to end.
But I know where my heart belongs. It isn’t here in Los Angeles, a place that’s my living nightmare.
It’s in my hometown in Alaska, a place that holds my best memories.
And my heart speaks the words, guides me in the right direction.