I can’t deny that I love him.
It’s there, buried deep in my chest.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach when he is near. My heart pulsates when I see him.
I dream of him.
And only of him.
In my nightmares, he is always there as well.
I’m not sure which is worse.
Reaching for my ringing phone, I answer it without even looking.
I shouldn’t have.
“Adora…” I know his voice straight away. I would know it anywhere. Hanging up and throwing my phone, my nerves skyrocket as it continues to ring. It’s late, and everyone is asleep, and the last thing I want to do is wake anyone. Quickly getting up, I grab the phone and silence it. But it continues to vibrate. When it finally stops, I sit there staring at it from the bed, then it starts to ding with messages. They come in fast, and I can’t help watching them light up my screen. With shaky hands, I reach for it like it’s a ticking bomb and manage to open them.
Didyou really think you could hide from me?
You tooksomething that is mine.
That was your first mistake.
If you even think ofinvolving them, you will never see my son again once I have him.
Make no mistake,Adora. Jerome is mine. Not yours.
I turn the phone off.
Jerome is his?
Ha. That’s a lie.
That asshole may have had him while I was here, but our son is mine. I remember how our son was conceived, and I remember how his grubby hands touched my body. I hated having his hands on me.Hatedit.
When I first had Jerome, I thought I would get a break, but no, that was laughable. The doctor told Scott to wait six weeks, so he put a calendar on his phone, and the minute it hit six weeks, he was back between my legs. And it’s not like he went without. He was fucking people behind my back, and I had hoped that would suffice, that it would do, but it seemed I was wrong.
Scott has an unhealthy obsession with me.
I have never really understood why.
And I still don’t.
Getting up and going to the kitchen, I find Bianca drinking a glass of water. She offers me a small smile.
“Your sister was here today.” My mouth opens at her words—she didn’t tell me that at dinner. “I told her to come back when she was sober, and then you two can talk.” Drunk, I can’t even comprehend her.What is going on?
“I’m sorry,” I say, and she waves me off.
“It’s no problem, but I would watch that one. She doesn’t really show compassion. When she tried, I could tell it was fake.”
“I’m going to find somewhere to live. I can’t keep relying on you and Joey all the time,” I tell her honestly. I have too much crazy going on in my life, and the last thing I want to do is to bring it to her to her doorstep.
“But you can. That’s what family does. You should go and see him. You don’t look tired anyway.”
“I saw him today.” Joey mentioned Bianca wants us back together.