“Clearly,” I mumbled a bit bitterly. “She walked out on me. She told me that I was just a good time and since the good part stopped, she didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”
“You knew she couldn’t do the relationship stuff. She couldn’t handle more than surface level.”
“Yeah, and I was just an idiot to think that there was more between us than there really was.”
“You cared for her?” she asked and I could see her softening a little.
“I did,” I told her honestly.
“But you didn’t love her. You couldn’t.”
My body went ice cold as I stood there and heard her words.
I hadn’t loved Amber. There wasn’t one good reason that I could come up with to explain why not.
“You fucked up her life, and for what? Now she’s gone and you won’t listen to me and honor her wishes,” Carla spat out not even trying to hide her anger.
“A wish she had no right to make without me,” I said low and deadly.
There was nothing here for me.
I wished I’d never come.
“She has no family,” Carla said causing me to halt my steps as I headed for the door. I knew this so I wasn’t sure why she was saying it now. “No one to lay her to rest.”
“Take care of it, tell me how much. I’ll pay for it all,” I said over my shoulder and then I was out the door.
Yeah, it was a bit shitty but it was the best I could do right now.
I was torn between heading back to the hospital and needing a little time to calm down.
I climbed onto my bike and took off like the devil was chasing me.
For some fucking reason, I ended up crossing the bridge to the beach. And not long after that, I found myself riding by Chris and Ky’s house as I checked to see which vehicles were parked in the driveway.
One car and no bike around. I sighed and thanked my lucky stars.
Ky wasn’t home.
Ingram wasn’t home.
But Chris was.
I rode up beside his car and killed my bike while I flicked the kickstand down.
I knew if he didn’t answer my knock then I could probably find him out back in the water. But to my surprise, the door opened and a squeal instantly hit my ears.
“Hey, dude,” I said holding my arms out to the little guy that was doing his best to wiggle out of Chris’ grasp trying to get to me.
As his little scent hit my nose, tears stung my eyes.
“You have people worried about you,” Chris said as he took a step back to let me in. “Me included.”
I carried Chry over to the couch and flopped down with him still in my arms.
“You look like hell,” Chris said as he sat down onto the other couch.
“I feel it, too,” I said and then huffed out a sad laugh.
