Page 163 of Overcast

I don’t wait for him to recant his comment, taking the stairs two at a time, and knowing where to find my livid celestial being.

When I hurl the door open, she’s waiting for me, standing in front of her bed with a glare so powerful that I feel like a little kid.

“Get. Away. From. Me,” she snarls, her eyes so blue and bright that I swear she’s about to blast me away with them.

“Listen,” I retort, raising my hands in the air but still making my way to close the distance between us. “It’s not what—”

“What is it like? You let the woman who was supposed to be here in the first place...you let her kiss you? What else did you let her do when you were at Dougie’s?”

“Nothing,” I fume. “I went to grab her and—”

“And get a free fuck out of it?”

“I just fucking said no.”

Stormi rattles her head back and forth, stepping back from me when I’m within reach of touching her. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’ve never lied to you befo—”

“That I know of. I’ve watched my dad’s friends run a train on Bianca. I’m fully aware of what she’s capable of. So looking at you—” She takes quick inventory of my body, observing me like the piece of shit I am. “—her or anyone else there wouldn’t knock the chance of getting to know you better.”

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me,” I shoot back. “I didn’t fuck anybody. I can’t fuck anyone else when you’re all I want.”

“You’re so full of crap.“ I make the small lunge, my hand snatching her waist before I back her up until the back of her claves hit the mattress.

“Believe it or not, sweetheart, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Did she touch you?”

“Where?” She uses all her might and yanks herself out of my hold, reaching up for the back of her neck. She fucking hurt herself, but she doesn’t cower back in pain. Instead, her eyes shed in what looks to be tears.

“I never want you to touch me again, do you hear me? Do what you need with her, get the information, and let me go.”

“That’s the plan,” I claim gently. “I didn’t—” She removes her palm from her neck and points for the door.

“Get the hell out.”

“Stormi, I just needed to get her out of Dougie’s. There wasn’t any—”

“Fucking out!” she hollers, flinging her arm again towards the hall.

For the first time in my life and against what I choose to do, I leave, knowing that after today her and I will never be the same. I did exactly what I didn’t want to do again.

I hurt her.

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