Page 95 of Never Have I Ever
My uncle, or who I thought was my uncle, was actually my father. And he’s dead.
The urge to escape has never been bigger. I don’t even know if I still have access to the trust or not. I have no idea what I’m going to do. I practically have no family, no one to turn to, and no money.
The shit I sell around campus isn’t much, especially when some people don’t pay up what they owe. What I have saved up is nowhere near enough to move as far away from here as possible and open up my own garage.
And I can’t even count on the trust fund to get me out of here anymore. My golden ticket to freedom has been taken away from me. So, what do I do now? Do I keep attending school, hoping for an opportunity where Mattie lets me work for him once I graduate? Or do I leave with the money I have and do… what am I going to do?
I thought I had everything set up. Graduate, get money, leave. But now all of that is gone, thrown out the window.
Fuck. I just want to sleep. I want to forget about this and close my eyes. But I can’t. I twist and turn in my cold ass bed, wanting to grab onto Rosie, but she’s not here.
She hasn’t answered my texts since she left the other day, and I don’t know what to make of it. Is she done with me? Is this over? I knew it had to happen eventually, but not now. I’m not ready. I fucking need her.
Fuck this. I can’t stay here any longer. I’m going to burst a vein if I keep thinking about it. I pick up my phone, swiping away the texts from my old hookups. I don’t want any of them. I want a blonde with blue eyes and a sexy mole on her upper lip. I want my angel.
I open our texts, groaning at the absurd amount of unanswered texts I sent to her. I send another text and stare at the screen, anticipating her reply, or at least three dots, just anything, really. I need to know she’s not done with me.
But there’s nothing, of course. I’m not going to let her ghost me. If she wants this to be over, then she needs to say it to my face. I can’t handle not knowing where we stand. And I don’t want to let her go, not just yet. I don’t know when I’ll be ready to end this between us, but I know it’s not now.
I throw on my jeans and a clean shirt and head out of my room. I race down the stairs, halting when I see a sleepy Aiden standing in the kitchen.
“Where the hell are you going? It’s two in the morning,” he grunts, filling up a cup with water.
I shrug. “For a drive.”
“You going to see Rosie?” he asks.
“What?” I laugh, trying to sound like I don’t know what he’s talking about. Is it obvious that I'm lying? It must be because he turns around and raises his eyebrow at me, clearly seeing through my bullshit.
I don’t appease him, though. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him, hoping he’ll drop it.
He scoffs. “Iheardyou. She screamed your name so loud, I thought you were dying.”
I close my eyes. Fuck. “You heard?” The day I brought Rosie home, I didn’t know if Aiden had been there, and I hadn’t cared. My mind was filled with Rosie and nothing else.
He grins, nodding. “You call her angel. That’s cute.”
I groan, running a hand down my face. For fucks sake.
“What happened to ‘I can control myself?’ I knew that was bullshit.”
I choke out a laugh. “Fuck you.” Yeah, I was full of shit when I said that to him. I thought I could, but I was only fighting with myself. That girl had me from the very beginning. I knew I couldn’t hold back if she kept asking and begging me so sweetly. I was fucking putty in her hands.
He shakes his head, sighing. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea.”
“I don’t need you telling me to stay away from her. You’re not my dad,” I say, narrowing my eyes.
He shrugs. “Not sure about that. I get called daddy pretty often.”
I snort out a laugh, wiping a hand down my face. I’m too tired for this shit. “It’s fine. I’ve got it under control.”
“Yeah,” he says. “Heard that last time.”
I sigh. “Are you going to keep grilling me, or can I leave?”
He grins. “Yes, son. You can go.”
I scoff, not bothering to reply to him, and head out of the house.
