Page 33 of Tangled Emotions
“You heard I got a scholarship and planned to leave. Lori told me you staged this, so I’d stay.”
“What is wrong with you? We’ve been together for three years. I thought you knew me better than that.”
“Yeah, I thought I did too.” He punched the wall. “I’m not giving up my chance at a great future because you’re knocked up.”
A lone tear escaped as I sat there in stunned silence.
My kid sister knew he was a dick. She never trusted him. And I should’ve listened to her.
I watched him run his hands through his hair. He’s not upset, he’s pissed off.
“I thought you loved me?” My voice shook.
“C’mon, Edie, you can’t be that pathetic.” His sardonic tone cut through me. “Yeah, I said I loved you, but I don’t anymore.” He stopped pacing. “I’m not paying for some fucking mistake for the rest of my life. I have some money in savings, we can take care of it.”
“We?” I stood up. “We?”
“Yeah. We. I’ll drive you there.”
“Fuck you.”
He pulled out his phone, did something on it, and then tossed it down.
“This is a fucking mistake.” He growled. “I don’t want it.”
“No one asked you to want it.” I snapped and bent down to get my purse.
I heard the door to the basement open, and Lori came down the stairs, glowering. “Seriously, Edith, coming over to beg him to stay with you after that silly display your sister put on at the pub.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” My hands balled into fists. “He asked me to come over.”
“Whatever.” She shook her head and held out an envelope. “There’s three hundred bucks. It’s enough to clean up your mess.”
“Fuck you both. This ismychild, and we don’t need you.” I shoved her out of my way. “You deserve each other.” I stormed out of the house and hadn’t spoken to him since.
Stepping from the walk in, I saw Frank in the kitchen talking to Enoch. “What are you doing?”
“Learning.” He shrugged.
“I have your salad.” He stepped over to me and took it.
“Thank you.” He flashed me a smile and fist bumped with Big E. “I can’t wait to eat this. It looks amazing. Thanks, Big E.”
“You got it. Come back to learn more anytime.” My brother did his signature spatula flip.
Frank took my hand and led me back to the counter. He took his seat, and I gave him a bundle of silverware.
“Do I get dressing?”
“Pfft.” I rolled my eyes. “I suppose.”
“Oh, you got jokes now.” He smiled bigger.
“You don’t strike me as a ranch kinda guy.” I snapped my fingers. “I know.” He watched me disappear through the door and I came back with a small cup of dressing. “Try this.”
Frank narrowed his eyes. “Is it Russian?”
“It is.”