If the thought of Emily being with me makes Logan mad, then I’ll play this game. After all, Logan is the idiot who dumped Emily. He deserves to sweat a little.
“That whore moved on fast.”
“What did you call her?” My voice came out in a snarl.
A smirk plays on Logan’s lips as he silently slips away, the shadows swallowing him whole. I listen to the click of the door as it echoes in the ensuing silence, clenching my fists as I wrestle with the urge to chase him down and punch him for what he said about Emily. The insult burns in my chest like an inferno. The only thing keeping my feet pinned to the floor is the thought of spending the rest of my life behind bars for attacking a police officer.
What a shame Emily couldn’t see how her ex-boyfriend behaved. She still believes he is a good person despite how he’s treated her. But, to me, he’s just a jerk who treated her like his possession. Logan discarded Emily like a broken toy after he was done with her. A toy only he could play with.
Emily is more than just a possession.
I’ll make sure she always knows that.
12
emily
Entering my new apartment, the delicious aroma of fresh pizza greets me. Ben has all the lights on in the apartment. It feels warm and inviting, a comforting sense of coziness filling the space. I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror before getting out of the car, and my eyes were still red and puffy from crying. Hopefully, Ben won’t notice.
I hurry inside, shutting the door against the unusually harsh February chill. I take off my coat and shoes at the door and head upstairs, only to find Ben in the living room watching Netflix with a pizza. His warm smile greets me as I enter, instantly brightening my mood.
“Hey, roomie! Welcome home!”
I feel the corners of my mouth turn upward into an uncontrollable smile. Here I thought things might be awkward with Ben, but he’s done nothing but be kind to me. I think we’re going to get along just fine.
“Hey, Ben, thanks for getting pizza. I’ll send you some money for it.”
“Don’t worry about it. Here, I grabbed a plate for you.”
I head into the bathroom to wash my hands and return to a plate with pizza already served for me.
“What are you watching?” I ask him as I settle onto the loveseat opposite where he’s sitting.
“Some historical documentary on Netflix.” He looks over at me. Is he blushing? “I love history,” he states with confidence.
“That’s okay. I’m a nerd, too.”
He lets out a laugh at my response.
Yeah, I think we’ll get along just fine.
We hang out in companionable silence for an hour before he looks over at me and clears his throat. Glancing up at him, I raise my eyebrows in question.
“I saw your ex today.”
“I’m sorry. I hope things weren’t weird or anything…”
“It’s fine…” he trails off before continuing, “He didn’t seem too happy to see that I’m your roommate…”
“Yeah, I know. I talked to him afterward.”
“Are you okay?” He looks worriedly at me.
“Yeah, I mean, it is what it is. He didn’t ask, so I didn’t tell him.”
He says nothing for a while before he opens his mouth again to say, “I think he’s still in love with you.”
I scoff at him. “He has a funny way of showing it.”
