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“I know, Parker. It was Vanessa’s idea. She said ya’ll had a fight, and she wants to apologize. I thought you could bring Emilee around, and we could all get to know her.”

“I am not staying, Aunt Luna,” I cut her off, knowing I’m being an ass, but I’m not going to deviate from my plan for no one.

“Yes, you are, Parker. Invite Emilee. Don’t invite her, but you are staying and making things right with Vanessa. She cares about you.” I’m so fucking pissed that I hang up on her and push past Vanessa, the bane of my existence right now. Unlocking the door, I step inside and slam it shut in her face, not caring what happens. I don’t stop till I get to my room and slam that door, locking it. She can come in and sit out there the whole fucking time. I’m not entertaining this shit anymore.

I pick up my phone and call my girl, hoping she will answer. It doesn’t even ring once just goes straight to her voicemail. I hang up and call right back the same thing. I do this five times, and each time it never rings. What the fuck is going on. Did she block me? Is that why she hasn’t responded? If someone blocks you, will it just go straight to voice mail, or will it give you a message? Pulling up her text messages, I type out another message.

Me: Are you okay? Do you have me blocked? Why is your phone going straight to voice mail? I really want to talk to you, Butterfly. Please call me or text me.

I don’t want to, but I sit staring at my phone for a few minutes. A bang on my door scares the shit out of me. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear Vanessa enter the house. “Parker, why are you in your room?” Her voice comes through the door as the door handle tries to turn. Thanking the lord above that I talked my aunt into letting me get a lock on it, I just grin at the door knowing there is no way for her to get in here.

“Go away, Vanessa. I told you I’m not doing this. If you don’t want to go home, sit out there and wait for my aunt to get here.” I say back and flip her the bird even though she can’t see it. Picking up my phone, I try calling Emilee again, and still, it goes straight to voice mail.

“Parker, you are being childish. We need to talk about what is going on between us. I know you can feel it too. I just don’t know why you are fighting it, baby.”

That word coming out of her mouth is like nails on a chalkboard. “There is nothing between us, and there never will be. I’m in love with someone else, so you can just fuck off with that shit.”

Her fist hits the door so hard that I think it will splinter in half. “Who the fuck are you in love with, Parker. It better not be that ugly. Smelling. Disgusting cow. Emilee.” She yells, banging her fist one more time. It pisses me off what she says about Emilee, but I hold my tongue because I want to tell Em I love her first, not Vanessa. “Parker, I’m serious. It better not be her.” I hear a car pull into the driveway, and I dread this because all I want is to get out of here.

I try calling Emilee again. “Please pick up, baby,” I whisper, but my plea isn’t answered. I have to know if she blocked me, so I go to my computer and boot it up. I can hear Vanessa talking to my aunt while I wait, but I don’t pay them any mind. Instead, I try once more to get my girl to answer me.

Me: Butterfly, please. I’m starting to get worried about you. I know I’m an ass and shouldn’t have ignored you this weekend, and I know that no explanation will make the hurt disappear. I just want a chance to explain and see you with my own eyes. Please, baby, I really am so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.

I pull up Google to find out if she did in fact block me. According to the different websites, it’s possible because it said that if someone blocks you, you are sent straight to their voicemail.Even if you leave a message, they won’t get the notification. Fuck. Have I really fucked it up this bad? I should have thought everything through before I took off. I know her self-esteem is extremely low, but I thought she felt what I felt. I don’t even bother shutting down the computer; I just slam it closed. How could I have been so stupid? I can try one more way just in case she hasn’t blocked me but is ignoring me.

Me: Okay, if you won’t answer me or meet with me for personal reasons, we need to meet to discuss the project due tomorrow. I did my paper and worked on a presentation that needs your approval. I know how much this grade means to you, so do it for yourself, please.

“Parker West, get your ass out here now and explain why Vanessa was sitting out here crying when I pulled up,” My aunt yells as she bangs on the door. Fuck I know that I have to go out there now. Even though I’m mad at my aunt for allowing this, I can’t go against a direct order. Sighing, I notice my phone is at ten percent, so I plug it in and sit it on my computer desk. I’ll follow her order, but I can’t hide my mood, so I stomp over to the door and pull it open with more force than necessary.

“I don’t want to be around her right now, Aunt Luna,” I say as I take in her pissed-off look.

“Why,” She asks as she crosses her arms.

“I can’t explain right now, but please make her leave. I want to go see…” I lower my voice. “Emilee. Vanessa and Emilee don’t get along, please,” I basically beg my aunt.

“Parker, I’m not making her leave just because the girl you like doesn’t like her. She will be family soon, and you promised me you would get along with her.”

“Fuck this,” I say, stomping out of the house and into the carport.

I don’t go back inside. Each one of them comes out and asks me if I’m going to come get something to eat. Even though I’m starving, I just ignore them and continue working on my bike. There is no way I’m going back into the house to play happy family. I do go back in but head straight to my room, grab my phone and come right back outside. I’m not done trying to get Emilee to answer me, but all of my attempts are failures. Finally, around nine, Larry and Vanessa leave without anyone saying bye. Once they are gone I finally stand up and head to find something to eat.

“Parker,” I hear Luna before I see her. I don’t bother to look at her. I know she is disappointed and wants answers to why I acted like I did, but I can’t give those to her. Soon I will, as soon as I get my girl to listen to me, I will give my aunt all the answers.

“Look, I know you don’t understand right now, Aunt Luna, but Vanessa is not what she seems to be. I can’t tell you everything, but I promise I will. I know how I acted tonight is not how you raised me to act, but I can’t stand to be in the same room as her.” I finish making my sandwich, stuffing it in my mouth as I turn around and head to my room. She steps in front of me and hugs me around my waist. With that, she says nothing else but goes into her room and shuts the door.

I fight the urge to go to Emilee’s house until a little bit after ten. I can’t stand not knowing what is going on anymore. The walls are closing in on me and I’m worried sick. Picking up my helmet I rush out the door not bothering to push the bike out of the yard before starting it up. I don’t care if I get in trouble for leaving the house. I have to see her, it’s been long enough. She can’t ignore me when we are face to face. I’m hoping it’s late enough that everyone else is asleep but that she is awake.

As I get closer to her house, I pull along the side of the street where there is a big tree I can hide behind. It’s far enough away from the house that if someone looks out, they can’t see me, but I can see them. There is only one light coming from a window; the rest are dark, so I kill the bike and sneak through the yard, making sure to stay in the shadows. Just like this weekend I haven’t thought this plan through either. I’m not sure where her room is, what am I going to do if this window isn’t hers? I plaster my back to the side of the trailer and inch along until I’m right next to the window. The curtains are pulled open so I risk a quick glance inside, praying that whoever is inside won’t see me or that it’s my girl. My pulse is already racing from the adrenaline of this crazy mess but when my eyes land on my beautiful butterfly I start to calm down.

When I get closer, I can see that the curtains are pulled open, and it is, in fact, my girls’ room. I stand there for a beat while I watch my girl stand in front of her mirror. It looks like she is talking to herself, but I can’t tell what she is saying. The look she is giving herself makes my heart hurt.

I peel my back off the wall standing straight in front on her window, as I reach for the screen she turns and our gazes lock. Her eyes go wide as she puts a hand over her mouth. I assume she is about to scream because I scared her. I place the screen down and push the window open. I’m hit with the smell of bleach. She must have been cleaning today. I hop up and pull myself through her window. She never moves, just stands there staring at me like I’m a ghost. Once I’m in her room fully, I stand straight up, cross my arms, and say, “Hey, Butterfly.” That’s all it takes for my girl to sink to the floor and start crying. Holy fuck, I really did mess up. I just hope she gives me a chance to explain. “Fuck baby,” I say as I step toward her, but she holds up a hand and says the one thing I don’t want to hear.

“Get out, Parker.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

I hate that my go to reaction is to crumble to the floor, but today has been a rollercoaster of emotions that I can’t help it. I try hard to keep my cries quiet, so I don’t wake anyone up. I could normally keep a strong face and not let him see me cry but not today, not him, not after he ignored me all weekend. He spent time with the people destroying me, and now he’s here calling me Butterfly and Baby. How much more do they think I can handle?

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