Page 57 of When We Fall: Part Two
This had been one of the best weeks of our lives lately. Of course, some shit had to pop up to ruin it. No wonder she was freaking the fuck out. Everything she thought she knew had come crashing down on her. I’d been too blind to notice her smile wasn’t real. I was just happy she had one.
My Rosie was hurting.
Damnit, I didn’t want her to hurt. I’d talk to her about it. And if I had to, I’d still push that fucking button. She was in too deep.
Back to square one.
SIXTEEN
ROSALIE
Ilay in my bed that night, staring at the ceiling. The guys had spent the after-dinner hours working on safety issues with Enzo’s men, while Jamie and I caught up on things.
She’d gone to bed an hour ago, and now there I was, alone with my thoughts.
I grabbed my phone off my nightstand and went to my messages to Anson. We hadn’t spoken since I’d called him last week, asking him who he was marrying.
I had no idea if he was even going to come to the party tomorrow.
I bit my lip, my thumb hovering over the call button. Finally, I just hit it and squeezed my eyelids closed tightly.
“LeeLee,” Anson’s deep voice came on the line. “What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing,” I said. “I’m fine. I was just in bed, thinking about you.” I winced.Damnit. That came out wrong.
I hadn’t really thought he’d answer my call after everything. God knew we barely spoke lately.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that did something to my heart. “You sure you’re OK?”
“I am. I’m fine. I, uh, I was just wondering if you were coming to the party tomorrow.” I held my breath, waiting for his answer.
“Uh, LeeLee, look?—”
“It’s OK,” I managed to say. “I know things are weird between us. I-I just didn’t know if I should expect you or not. My dad and-and mom aren’t coming either.”
“I’m sorry,” he said gently.
I wiped quickly at my eyes. “It’s fine. I thought I’d ask, I guess.”
“I hope tomorrow is amazing, LeeLee. Truly. I want that for you. Be safe, OK? The first sign that something is off, I want you to leave. Promise?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Promise.”
“Enzo has loads of men, right?”
“Yeah. He has tons. He hired some new guys, too. We should be fine.”
“Good. Uh, I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
“Right. Bye, Ani.”
“Bye, Rosalie.”
The call disconnected, and I cried softly. I wasn’t so sure why I felt like my heart was shredded. I was the one who told him no. But telling him yes meant so many more awful, impossible things.
I really hated myself for what I was feeling. I felt unfaithful having these feelings, and that wasn’t the girl I was.
Quickly, I wiped at my eyes and forced the tears to stop.
