Page 58 of Strike & Score
That night I’m lying in bed scrolling through my phone when a text pops up.
Blake
Are you alive?
Mayson
Somewhat. Colin is going to send me to an early grave.
Blake
I feel that. Especially when the British Bastard was driving me insane.
Mayson
Was Mads really that bad?
Blake
Yes. But I cured him.
Mayson
Guess I’m the only one hoping I’ll be left alone after all of this is over, huh?
Blake
Or get your happy ever after *wink emoji*
Mayson
Don’t get sappy on me, now.
Blake
No promises.
I chuckle, but I know there will be no happy ending for us. I also know Colin will never leave me alone, I’m stuck with the miserable asshole for the foreseeable future. That’s even truer when my bedroom door swings open, and said miserable asshole enters quickly, locking the door behind him.
I sit up, glaring at him as I fold my arms across my chest. “What do you want?”
“To leave. Get your shit.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m fucking sick of being here and watching yourmom try to set you up with that limp dick. I want you back in my bed and I’m not waiting until the weekend is over to get it.”
I want to argue, but I also want out of here just as badly.
For the first time I think ever, I listen to him willingly. Packing up my stuff once again and sneaking out of the house to head back to the one I’ve been seeing as a prison. But really it seems like it’s a sanctuary compared to this one.
I don’t fight at all as we get into the car and drive back toward Seattle.
Even though the drive is short I end up dozing off. I’m currently jostled awake when Colin scoops me up out of the car. I squirm in his arms. “Put me down.”
“No.”
I don’t fight very hard as he carries me inside, not even bothering to turn on any lights. I don’t even think he got our bags out of the car. For a brief second I think he’s going to take me to my own room. Of course he doesn’t, and instead is dropping me roughly on his mattress, making sure I’m awake.
