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I nod and unlock my door. “Okay. Goodnight and I’ll talk to you later.”
I shut the door, lock it, and look out the peephole to make sure she leaves. She races down the stairs to her stupid pink bicycle and rides away. I still don’t trust that bitch.
Groaning, I walk down my hall to my bedroom. I strip out of my clothes, place my handgun on my bedside table, and throw on some yoga pants and a tank top.
I pull my soft comforter down and sigh when my head hit the pillow. My bed is like a floating cloud. I could stay here all day in this oasis I created.
Before I close my eyes, I send a quick group text to Lilah and Willow to let them know what happened. Ellie Jo will probably be at their houses next.
Bambi:Morning, bitches! Cuntface McGee just stopped by and scared the ever-living shit out of me. Wants to be sorry and friends again.
A soft ding comes back immediately from Willow.
Willow:Fuck that bitch. She better not show up at my house or I’ll rip her face off.
Lilah:Well, aren’t we pleasant this morning? Thanks for the heads up, Bambi. I’ll let Striker know to watch out at the clubhouse. She’s on the not welcome list.
I smile, knowing my best friends have my back.
Bambi:Thanks, girls. Love you. Now I’m going to get some rest. Fucking long night. See you guys later!
I plug my phone in the charger and close my eyes. While normal people are just getting up to start the day, I’m just ending mine. I’ll be up in a few hours and head to the clubhouse to get some work done over there.
It feels like my work never ends, but I like it this way. Less time to sit by myself and wonder. Less time to think about Goose, who he’s fucking that night, and how I can never be with him again. This is what happens when you fall in love with your best friend.
Hot, salty tears escape the corner of my eyes and I let them fall. Nobody can love me like I want; how I deserve to be loved. My father hated the sight of me, my mother tried her best, but even I wasn’t good enough for her to stay on this earth.
I’m just trailer trash. A former stripper, former club slut. Used up and forgotten. The only thing I ever had to hang onto was Goose, and now he’s slipping away.
I cry until I can’t cry anymore. Wiping them from my face, I close my burning red eyes and try to fall asleep.
Chapter Three
Goose
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