Page 232 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
Look at him.
The things he did.
The life he lived.
Everything about him was wrong.
So fuckin’ wrong.
A garble of disbelief rolled from her. “You want to send me back to Virginia?”
“That’s where you belong. You know this isn’t a good place.” He reached for her like he was going to give her comfort.
She jerked out of his hold. “I can’t believe you.”
“It’s for the best.”
Incredulity gushed from her, and she stepped back, shaking her head. “You don’t have the ability to love anyone, do you? You just use them until you’ve had enough of them, then you toss them aside. Just like everyone else.”
“Scarlett,” he attempted, his stomach in knots.
He hated it.
Hated hurting her.
But he couldn’t continue living this charade.
“No. Fuck you, Theo. Fuck you for making me believe there might be someone in this horrible world who could actually feel something for me. Fuck you for making metrustyou. For making me believe in you. I should have known. I should have known.” The last rambled out of her, frantic as she raced to the drawer where she kept her things.
She grabbed her bag and started to stuff everything inside.
“Scarlett—” Theo attempted as he inched up behind her. “I’ll take care of?—”
She whirled on him. Scorn and disgust were written on her face.
“Don’t you dare say it. Don’t give me some bullshit about taking care of us so you don’t have to feel so bad about yourself.”
Air huffed from her nose. “I guess your mother was right, wasn’t she? You aren’t worthy of love.”
Her words fuckin’ ran him through like a blade.
And he stood there wishing he was different. Wishing he could make it right. Wishing he could love. That he could stand up and be the person he should be.
But he wasn’t.
He guessed his mother had been right all along.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Scarlett?” Theo demanded as he backed her into a corner at the Iron Owls’ club bar.
He hadn’t seen her in two weeks, not since he gave her all the cash he could get together and bought her a plane ticket to Virginia. He’d told her he would give her whatever she needed.
A house.
A car.
He’d be sure they were taken care of.
Now she was there, dressed in black cut-offs and a lacy white tank.
