Page 73 of Bound by Wreckage
I clasp my hands in my lap trying to stop the fidgeting. “Because I didn’t want him involved with all the crap that is my life. He did enough for me just by getting me out. No way was I going to putmy past on his doorstep.”
“But you did.”
My head shoots to hers. “It was taken care of, but now you’re here.”
“Yeah. I didn’t want this.”
Her hand comes to my knee, that I notice is bouncing rapidly, stilling it. “I know that. Know where you come from. Know what you’ve dealt with.”
Nox told her? Damn. Not that I would’ve, but hell. Everyone is going to know howI’ve lived my life, and that sucks. She removes her hand.
“Cooper told us how you took care of those guys.” I grip my hands together tightly. “That took a lot of strength. I’ll tell you the same thing I’ve told others. Scars on the outside heal, but it’s the ones on the inside that tear us up, feeding and festering. It’s the past that holds us back to a great future. You got out. Wear thatshit like a badge of honor.”
Sucking in a deep breath, her words sink in, but I don’t know what to say. Sometimes the scars are so deep that no matter what, you never get over them. While, I’d love too, I don’t know if that’s in my future. One can hope.
“It’s hard,” I whisper, not realizing I said it till after it’s out.
She carries on as if she expected me to say it. “Knowthat. Nothin’ in life is ever easy. You take the good with the bad and make sure the good outweighs the shit. We never have a plan in life because shit happens, taking us on different paths. But happiness is out there.”
“He’ll find me.”
“And I’ll cut his balls off.”
My head jerks up, and a sinister smile comes over her face. “What?”
“I catch that sonuvabitch, I’m cuttinghis balls off and shovin’ them down his damn throat. He’s a piece of shit and in no way a man.”
She stands up and says bizarrely, “Nine AM in the gym. Meet ya there,” then walks away.
What the hell just happened? This place is nothing like the Rangers. The men don’t leer at me and the woman actually talk to me, unlike with the Rangers where they treat me like I’m nonresistant.
All of this is overwhelming, and I feel my legs tremble.
What have I gotten myself into this time?
