Page 12 of Enraged

My scowl softened.

He’s hurting too, Lena. His world was just ripped away from him, too.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re hurting, too,” I apologized.

With the bottle to his lips, he nodded, chugging down an amount that would have left me unable to walk.

He threw himself down next to me on the couch.

“Did you have any signs?”

With new tears threatening, I shook my head.

His sympathetic blue eyes washed over me.

“Me, neither. How did you find out?”

Taken aback by his question, I tried to find my voice.

“I had just gotten to the church and Mama wanted to go find Daddy to fix his tie, but she couldn’t find Cassie,” I rambled. “I told her she was probably in her mama’s office, so I went to look and…”

“And what?” He demanded.

I sighed. “And he had her bent over her mama’s desk. Her damn maid of honor dress was hiked up around her hips. His tuxedo pants were around his ankles.”

He shook his head in disgust.

“Sounds like a goddamn bad porno.”

Nodding in agreement, I took another swig.

He reached over and touched my satin covered knee.

“I’m sorry, Lena.”

The look in his eyes broke the dam behind mine and fresh sobs washed over me. He pulled me into his arms and let me cry, doing his best to disguise some tears of his own.

I guess if you’re going to be brokenhearted, the best way to do it is with your buddy and some booze.

Dakota

“When did we cut those back on?” I slurred.

Jesus, Dak, you sound like you’re talkin’ in fuckin’ cursive.

“I had to make a post on Facebook for the company!”

Why?

“The bank will still be open on Monday, Loo. Cassie didn’t fuck around on my dad.”

She shook her head, her face crinkled with irritation.

“The fuckin’ candle page, Dak. Why the fuck would I make a post for the bank?”

Why would you do it for your candle company?

“Why do it for the candle page? What did you even say?” I snatched her phone out of her hand.

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