Page 74 of Enraged

We drove back to my parent’s house in silence, neither of us sure of what to say.

It’s safe to say that our little rendezvous in the mountains fucked our friendship all the way up.

He parked in his spot like he’d done a thousand times before. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I twisted in my seat to face him. “Comin’ inside?”

He stared straight ahead. “Nah, I’m gonna head home. I have to work tomorrow.”

“Okay. Stay safe.” I opened the door.

“Always. Tell your parents I said goodnight.”

I nodded my head before climbing out. “Okay.” When he didn’t turn to look at me, I shut the door.

I held back tears as I walked to the porch.

In the last four days, I’d lost my fiancé and two of my best friends.

And I have no idea where the fuck to go from here.

Dakota

Cassie’s car was still in my garage.

Why did I think for even a split second that she would make this easy.

I walked through the side door to find three boxes next to the kitchen island.

Maybe she decided to act like she has some sense.

“Dak, is that you?” she called out from upstairs.

Who else would it be?

“Yes.”

She appeared at the top of the stairs wearing Christmas pajamas.

At least she has clothes on this time.

“I’m tryin’ to pack. I just have a lot of stuff,” she whimpered.

“Okay. It’s gettin’ late. Just finish tomorrow while I’m at work.”

Her eyes lit up. “Okay, thank you.”

As I climbed the staircase, I refused to look at her. When I reached the top, she reached out for me. “Can we please talk?”

I do not want to talk to you.

“I’m goin’ to bed. I have to work tomorrow,” I spoke brusquely. “You can sleep in the guest room, downstairs, or outside.”

She nodded tearfully.

A small part of me felt bad for treating her so harshly but the rational part of me knew she deserved it.

I walked past her into my bedroom.

“Can we talk about it a different time?” she asked, her voice full of hope.

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