Tainted Black - Williams Shanora - Страница 52

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“Wow… Chloe, you better high tail it like hell. Tell my dad!” she giggled. “He’ll set him straight.”

I started to laugh until she mentioned Theo. I forced one just to pretend nothing had shifted, but I felt the shift deep inside me. My face turned sullen as I peered up at my window with the knowing he was only one house away, my chipper mood quickly seeping through the cracks. A heavy, remorseful feeling replaced it. I stopped smiling. “Right,” I breathed, still forcing my laugh.

“Well, I just wanted to check in. I hope Papa Knight doesn’t cause too much hell. And if that freak tries to lay a hand on you, let me know! I’ll come straight to Bristle Wave and drown him in that pool.”

“You’re wild, Izzy. Text me later.”

“Alright, chick. Will do.”

I dropped my phone, running my fingers across my face before raking them through my damp, mangled curls. I couldn’t think too much. Like Theo said, don’t think, but shit, it was damn hard not to feel the bad.

I dropped my towel and entered my bathroom, hitting the shower and then stepping out, drying off and checking the mirror. I wasn’t quite sure what time Theo needed me to come over and help him, but it was still early. I was ready to see him again, but I decided to take care of myself.

I plucked my brows with the tweezers on top of the porcelain bowl, wincing with each deep-rooted tug. I then shaved my legs, under my arms, and… down there. After all, a girl needed to be renewed after such a perfect night.

After taking care of specific feminine needs, I went to my closet, dressing in a black pair of spandex pants, a camisole, and a pair of sneakers. I wasn’t sure what all he would need packed or how much moving he planned on doing in and out of the house, so dressing comfortably was best.

Too eager, but still holding onto my patience, I walked to my window, looking out for the first time today. The eagerness I carried quickly vanished. There was a familiar car in the driveway, a white Honda, and my heart sunk as well as my excitement. That was… that was her car. Trixie. What in the hell was her car doing there and how long had it been there?

I figured only one person would know the answer to that question, so I scampered downstairs, doing my best to control my fury. After all, it could have been a simple coincidence. Sterling walked into the kitchen with a towel hung behind his neck and over his shoulders. He used the ends to clear his ears, and then he looked at me, watching as I hurried in his direction.

“You said you saw him leave last night,” I murmured, getting way too close for comfort. But I didn’t care. I needed answers. “You saw him… was that car in his driveway all night long?”

“What? The white one?”

“Yes.”

He looked me over, confused. “I think so. Pink rims, right?”

My heart nearly stopped beating. “Yes.” Oh, God. She had been there all night. But where was he? I left Sterling standing in the kitchen with a perplexed expression and a sarcastic “You’re welcome!” trailing after me.

I was in a haste to get upstairs. I walked into my bedroom and called Theo right away. My blood reached boiling point. How could he say he loved me only the night before but have her there waiting for him? There had to be a reason for this, but nothing seemed to add up other than him still wanting her around, perhaps to keep him company when I went away for school. The line of my eyes thickened as the phone rang and rang. He didn’t answer.

I called again, moving towards my window to look out, and as I did, I saw Trixie walking out the front door, blowing a kiss before shutting it behind her. Her keys dangled in her hand. She moved casually, hips swinging. Her hair wasn’t disheveled, which was a good sign, but it was still a bad thing that she was there at all.

Wasn’t she supposed to be in Vegas? Why the hell was she still around? He didn’t love her… he loved me… right? Too many questions. Too many irrational thoughts.

I watched the skank pull out of the driveway, but what made my heart ache deep in my chest was when she pulled out and looked up, right at my window, as if she knew I was watching.

And, I couldn’t believe it, but the bitch waved at me, twinkling her fingers as if she were superior. She pulled off, her body shaking with laughter before exiting Primrose. My body shook violently, hands curled into fists. I breathed evenly through my nostrils. I was usually the calm girl, the one that never got too upset, but this? This had gone too far.

Theo Black had a lot of explaining to do, and I was going to figure everything out. Right. Fucking. Now.

I took the staircase with a trail of fire behind me, one that Sterling backed away from as soon as he saw me storming down. He didn’t say anything. He still looked confused and slightly worried, but he stayed away, afraid of getting burned.

Out the front door I went, fuming as I crossed the street and went up Theo’s driveway to get to his two-story house on the hill. I didn’t bother knocking or ringing the doorbell. I barged right in, slamming the door shut behind me.

He appeared around the corner, brows stitched. “Chloe, I was just about to call you when I found—”

“No, Theo.” My voice dripped with the red I carried deep inside. Pointing and standing square in front of him, I asked, “Why did Trixie just leave your house? How long has she been here?”

Theo held his hands up, silently begging me to calm down. “That’s what I wanted to call you about. I just can’t find my fucking phone. Bitch hid it somewhere so I couldn’t call you.”

I scoffed, shoving a hand onto my waist. “Do you really expect me to believe that?” I looked around the kitchen before looking behind me. I spotted his cellphone sitting right on top of the glass table beside the door. I went for it, snatched it up, and shoved it into his hands. He looked down at it as if he was staring at the devil himself.

“What the fuck—no, Chloe, she put it there before she left. I looked everywhere for it! She had it! You have to believe me!”

My head shook, tears threatening to spill, but I kept it together. “So much for feeling everything.”

I twisted around and made sure I was out of his house before he could come after. Normally, he wouldn’t chase after me, but this time, he did. He hurried out, shouting my name, and before I could hit the main street, he gripped my elbow, picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and then walked back for his house.

His body was hard, but I pounded and kicked, begging him to put me down. I knew he wouldn’t. He no longer cared. There were neighbors out, all of them watching, flooding me with embarrassment.

I hated him. So much.

When he was inside the house, he placed me on the rug in his living room, and I immediately shoved him with my hands as soon as I was free. The tears had surely left me, trailing down flared cheeks. “You’re a liar, Theo! That’s all you are! A liar!” He flinched, but I knew I wasn’t hurting him with my actions. I was killing him with my words. “You know how I feel about you,” my voice cracked. “You know how much I love you, and you used that against me! I can’t even stand to look at you! What am I to you? Huh? Just a quick lay? Easy pussy for the summer?”

My voice thickened, filled with a blistering heap of emotions. I hit him again and again, pounding, wanting to hurt him like he’d hurt me. He didn’t speak, and it only increased my anger. I went in for one last blow with both hands, but he caught my wrists and a deep grunt filled the room as he crushed me against his large body.

My fighting didn’t stop. It was weak and lame, but I didn’t stop. “I hate you,” I whispered. “I swear. I hate how you make me feel.”

“You don’t mean that,” he murmured. His voice broke, cutting my heart up in a thousand ways. “You don’t fucking mean that shit.” He lifted my head, and when I didn’t focus on his face, he gripped it in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Come on, Chloe, you know me! You fucking know me! I wouldn’t lie to you! Trixie saw me last night—she saw me climbing through your window. She waited for me to get home—said she found a better job in LA and wasn’t going to Vegas—but she saw me. She is going to use this shit against me. She fucking threatened to go over and tell you, but I didn’t want you to hear it from her. I wanted you to hear it from me—the truth. I’m a forty-two year old man. I have no fucking reason to lie to you. Those days when I used to play mind games with girls are over. A real man stands up to his demons. Trust me, baby,” he murmured, swiping one of my tears away. “I’m not lying to you. I would never lie to you.”

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