Page 47 of Through Quick and Quinn
“Why are you always imposing? This is my business, not yours. I am not your problem to solve, Quinn! I can’t believe you. I really can’t.” The anger was subsiding, but something much worse was replacing it.
“I’m so sorry, Quick. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” My eyes welled up with tears and I buried my face in my hands.
“Well, you did.”
A painstakingly long series of silent moments occupied the space as he collected his belongings. It was not the first time Quick suddenly prepared to depart a location, but we both inherently understood that this time, it was different.
And what he articulated on his way out the door confirmed it.
With his gaze towards his feet and his body halfway out the door, he calmly stated, “I think I’ll take a break from club for a while.” But we both knew what he was really taking a break from.
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Hey Geoffrey,
I’m so frickin’ pissed. And irritated. And disappointed. And hurt. But mostly frickin’ pissed.
We agreed from the beginning not to do any digs on kid stuff, like SIDS and missing children. It was her frickin’ idea. Come to find out that she’s not only doing a dig on missing children but on child trafficking?
I walked out and couldn’t even make it to the school gate before I threw up. Thinking of you being taken from us is bad enough, but to think that you were traff abused in some way, in any way, makes my stomach violently turn. I can’t even go there.
I’ve been crying for hours. I have successfully shoved that possibility out of my mind for years now, but to have it slap me in the face out of nowhere like that, and by the one person I trust? I’m so pissed. I feel betrayed. That’s how I feel. Betrayed. I should have known better than to let someone in. I should have never trusted her or opened myself up to her. Or opened myself up to anyone in any way.
Just in time for April. I’ll deal with this month by myself, as it should be. It’s what is warranted, what I have earned, and I hate myself for ever thinking otherwise.
Please forgive me, Geoffrey. For the millionth time, I wish it was me instead of you.
I love you, brother.
-Deck
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Mandy / 6:23 p.m.
hey des what’s the deal with the witch and her boyf
Desiree / 6:25 p.m.
what do you mean
6:25 p.m.
are they still super tight in that one class you have with them
6:26 p.m.
idk I don’t really pay attention. why
6:27 p.m.
I think they broke up
6:28 p.m.
whaaaaaaaaaattttttttt why
6:29 p.m.
