I head straight out the door as Jessa calls out behind me. “Just leave her, Bull. Too much shit has happened. It’s not like she’s going to take you back now. Trust me, I’ll make sure of it.”
I look back over my shoulder as I continue to my truck. “I want you out of my house before I get back. You fucking hear me? From now on, the only contact you have with me is when it has something to do with my baby.”
“Bull,” she whines, straightening up off the door frame as though I finally have her full attention.
I cut off whatever bullshit she was about to say as I slam the door of my truck and fire her up. I peel out of my driveway and race down the road, hoping Amelia was heading straight home.
I can’t believe fucking Jessa told her that. I’ve had it planned out all fucking week how I was going to break it to her. I was going to explain everything and do it in a way that saved her from hurting too bad. But fucking Jessa just went in for the kill, not sparing her emotions like she was a fucking teenager back in high school.
How could I have been so stupid to allow myself to get attached to that woman for the rest of my damn life? The boys should have warned me that she was fucking crazy before I even went there.
I turn down Amelia’s street just in time to see her pulling into her driveway and hurrying out of her car in her desperation to get inside her home and shut out the world.
I stop outside her house before throwing my car door open, trying to catch up to her. Amelia’s in the middle of unlocking her front door when she hears the sound of my engine cutting and turns at the sound.
I head straight toward her. “Go away, Bull,” she says with a look of absolute devastation on her beautiful face. I make a promise to myself, I will do everything in my power to never let her feel this way again.
I’ve got to fix this. I have no other choice.
“I’m not going anywhere, Amelia. We need to talk.”
“The time for talking was when you bulldozed your way into my life, Bull. You should have been honest with me from the beginning and told me you had a girlfriend,” she scoffs. “Or is it a fiancé?”
Amelia shakes her head as she pushes the door open, not allowing me a chance to get a word in. “Was this all Jessa’s idea? Was it a game to the both of you? I mean, how could I have been so fucking stupid? Did you go back home to her every time you would leave here?” she asks, doing her best to hold herself together.
I hurry up her porch steps in fear of her getting through the door and closing me out. I gently grab her elbow, trying to slow her down. “Angel,” I say, begging for just a moment of her time.
“Don’t call me that,” she screams, trying to pull herself free from my grasp.
Ignoring her, I continue. “Baby, you have to believe me. I’m not with her. Jessa and I were never together like that. I promise you, from the moment you came into my life, everything that I had going on with her stopped. I’ve not even spoken to her since that first day in the hardware store. To be completely honest, she hasn’t even been a thought on my radar. It’s only been you and the girls,” I tell her, feeling my desperation begin to cripple me. I run my fingers through the front of my hair, not sure how I can take her pain away. “Please, Angel. Please, just hear me out.”
I watch her face as her eyes flick back and forth between my eyes. She takes in my face, and that’s when I finally let her see it all, my complete and utter desperation. I can’t lose her.
I’m emotionally exhausted, but not just from everything Jessa has dumped on me. It’s the anxiety of feeling like I’ve lost my woman, from not being near her, feeling her, loving her. All I know is that if she closes that door and shuts me out, she’ll be shutting the door on us. It’s now or never. I have to get this right.
“Okay, Bull. You can come in. I think we both need to do this,” Amelia agrees before stepping through the open door.
Following her inside, I find myself standing there, not knowing exactly what to do with myself. I feel like I’ve run a marathon just getting to this point. Now that I’m finally in here, in her space, all I want to do is pull her into my arms, throw her over my shoulder, and not leave her bed unless it’s time to pick up our girls.