Page 14 of Give Me Forever Love

He has a choice to get out of there and he has to think on it? I grip the steering wheel tightly and clench my teeth.

I scream at the top of my lungs and bang on the steering wheel. Pulling over, I yank the car in park as tears bleed from my eyes and blur my vision.

None of this is fair.

I hit the wheel over and over, blowing the horn and causing attention to myself, but I don’t give a shit.

I sob as I place my forehead against the wheel. Rolling my head, I let the tears come out in waves.

My life is in shambles, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

Chapter Five

Kathrine

The moon glows, covering the floor with blue light. It hangs proudly, sharing the sky with twinkling stars. Watching the night, as it slips through time. Until it’s no longer needed and has to give up its spot so the sun can have its moment to shine.

I sit on the couch, alone in the big apartment. Dried-up tears make my skin feel sticky and wind-chapped. Sleep doesn’t comfort me, but the silence in this apartment wraps me tightly, until I feel like I’ll combust from the inside out.

How did he stay here so many years alone? My heart lifts its head from the floor, with heavy lids and zero energy.

We’re tired.

But as the moon says goodbye, the sun keeps its promise and sets the sky on fire. Warming my face as it covers me in rusty orange and glittery gold. I’ve sat here, thinking about our fight yesterday. I physically hurt and I hate that I walked away from him.

I was angry.

I wanted him to pick me.

I didn’t even think about the life Bryce had before I came along. I know Red is important to him, but dammit. It could be a deal breaker here.

If he’s sitting in prison, who’s going to run the place, anyway? Is he even thinking about that, or is it just the fact that he doesn’t want another man to have control over everything he’s worked for?

God, men and their fucking egos. I reach up and slide my ponytail holder out of my hair, running my fingers through the tangled strands.

I exhale as a knock sounds on the front door. Throwing the blanket off of me, I stand on weary legs and walk over, looking through the peephole.

My eyes narrow at dirty blonde hair. I twist the lock and pull the door open.

“Hey.” Her voice is small and low, like always. But it’s the only thing I’ve heard all night, beside the traffic below and the hum from the AC unit. She looks me over.

“Have you been asleep?” she asks.

I shake my head.

She nods in understanding and lifts her hand, showing me she’s brought food. The smell makes my stomach turn.

“Can I come in?”

Mary looks healthy. She’s healed and gained her strength back from being laid up in a bed, fighting for her life.

The woman has overdosed before, but apparently, it’s never been that serious. She almost died, and the realization of that has made her change her ways. She no longer seems to be taking the life she’s been gifted for granted, but time has a way of revealing just how much a person is willing to stick with that change.

We will see what Mary does.

“Sure,” I say without emotion. I don’t feel like having company, but it’s whatever. I drag my feet back to the couch and sit down, looking at my phone to see if I missed a call.

Still nothing.

---