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finally released her arm. She instinctively rubbed the
sore spot it had left. “ Get in, drive
home, or I will take you home myself. ” He
pointed at her, then at the car.
“ What the fuck is your
problem, Jase? ” said Maggie.
“You ’ re
my problem!” Jase yelled loud enough that some curious
bystanders had begun to watch from the porch of the roadhouse. “ You
always have to make things so fucking difficult, Maggie. You don’t give a shit
about anyone else or how they feel. ”
“ I make things difficult? ” she screamed back. “ No
one made you bust into that bathroom stall, Jase! You did that on your own! ”
“ I promised your father I would
make sure you don’t get your stupid ass killed, and I ’ m
going to keep that promise. I don’t give a fuck about anything else. ” Jase lowered his voice and stepped up to her again,
backing her against the SUV door. He bent low to her face and she could smell
the whiskey on his breath. “ I don’t care who you fuck. I don’t care about you anymore, period . But you ’ re
not getting killed on my watch. Understood? ”
More than anything else that night, Maggie
knew she would replay those last few lines in her worst dreams for months to
come. I don’t care about you anymore. I don’t care who you fuck. I don’t care about you
anymore. She was just buzzed enough that she couldn’t
stop the pain from radiating out to pulse through her whole body. It must have
shown on her face, because for a split second, she saw Jase ’ s
expression soften, worried.
I don’t care about you anymore. She felt tears begin to
burn her eyes.
“ Yeah, I get it, ” said Maggie. She yanked her car keys out of her pocket
and turned to climb in the SUV as Jase moved back to dodge the door opening.
She didn’t look at him again as she started the engine and headed out of the
parking lot.
Maggie let the GPS guide her mindlessly
back the way she came. The head-start gave her time to assess her surroundings
once she got back to her makeshift home. Drake was gone, but he had left a
six-pack of beer and a pack of smokes for her. She saw the outline of furniture
in the dark of the living and dining room, but didn’t investigate. She grabbed
two beers and the smokes and ambled into the bedroom, shutting the door behind
her. The bed wasn’t so much a bed as it was a brand-new set of box spring and
memory foam mattress that had been put on the floor. A new pair of sheets and
two pillows had already been made up.
Maggie undressed and sprawled out, cracked
a beer, and lit a cigarette. Tears from crying on the drive home had stained
her puffy face with mascara, but she was too tired, and too hurt, to bother
herself with washing it off.
She heard Jase ’ s
bike pull up and park in the drive; heard the front door open and close
quietly; heard the sounds of heavy footsteps and the squeaking of springs as
Jase, her quasi-faithful protector, made himself comfortable on her newly
delivered couch in the living room.
Maggie smoked and drank for another hour,
trying to forget how close Jase was, and how far.
~ FIVE ~
At
exactly 7:13am, a beam of sunlight strong as a laser came through a window and
sliced across Jase ’ s
sleeping eyes. He woke with a start. Half his large body tumbled onto the floor
before he could gather sense of his surroundings. The room was empty,
unfamiliar, and distant. The light was all wrong. Was he still wearing his cut — and
his boots?
The night fit back together in pieces.
Maggie ’ s couch, in her weird
little house: that was what he had just fallen from. The light looked wrong
because he wasn’t in his bedroom. He remembered trying to stay up on watch for
as long as he could the night before, but Maggie ’ s
place had no television, and his smart phone died an hour into his night. The
couch was uncomfortable as hell. He was surprised he managed to fall asleep on
it. Jase stood and
sore spot it had left. “ Get in, drive
home, or I will take you home myself. ” He
pointed at her, then at the car.
“ What the fuck is your
problem, Jase? ” said Maggie.
“You ’ re
my problem!” Jase yelled loud enough that some curious
bystanders had begun to watch from the porch of the roadhouse. “ You
always have to make things so fucking difficult, Maggie. You don’t give a shit
about anyone else or how they feel. ”
“ I make things difficult? ” she screamed back. “ No
one made you bust into that bathroom stall, Jase! You did that on your own! ”
“ I promised your father I would
make sure you don’t get your stupid ass killed, and I ’ m
going to keep that promise. I don’t give a fuck about anything else. ” Jase lowered his voice and stepped up to her again,
backing her against the SUV door. He bent low to her face and she could smell
the whiskey on his breath. “ I don’t care who you fuck. I don’t care about you anymore, period . But you ’ re
not getting killed on my watch. Understood? ”
More than anything else that night, Maggie
knew she would replay those last few lines in her worst dreams for months to
come. I don’t care about you anymore. I don’t care who you fuck. I don’t care about you
anymore. She was just buzzed enough that she couldn’t
stop the pain from radiating out to pulse through her whole body. It must have
shown on her face, because for a split second, she saw Jase ’ s
expression soften, worried.
I don’t care about you anymore. She felt tears begin to
burn her eyes.
“ Yeah, I get it, ” said Maggie. She yanked her car keys out of her pocket
and turned to climb in the SUV as Jase moved back to dodge the door opening.
She didn’t look at him again as she started the engine and headed out of the
parking lot.
Maggie let the GPS guide her mindlessly
back the way she came. The head-start gave her time to assess her surroundings
once she got back to her makeshift home. Drake was gone, but he had left a
six-pack of beer and a pack of smokes for her. She saw the outline of furniture
in the dark of the living and dining room, but didn’t investigate. She grabbed
two beers and the smokes and ambled into the bedroom, shutting the door behind
her. The bed wasn’t so much a bed as it was a brand-new set of box spring and
memory foam mattress that had been put on the floor. A new pair of sheets and
two pillows had already been made up.
Maggie undressed and sprawled out, cracked
a beer, and lit a cigarette. Tears from crying on the drive home had stained
her puffy face with mascara, but she was too tired, and too hurt, to bother
herself with washing it off.
She heard Jase ’ s
bike pull up and park in the drive; heard the front door open and close
quietly; heard the sounds of heavy footsteps and the squeaking of springs as
Jase, her quasi-faithful protector, made himself comfortable on her newly
delivered couch in the living room.
Maggie smoked and drank for another hour,
trying to forget how close Jase was, and how far.
~ FIVE ~
At
exactly 7:13am, a beam of sunlight strong as a laser came through a window and
sliced across Jase ’ s
sleeping eyes. He woke with a start. Half his large body tumbled onto the floor
before he could gather sense of his surroundings. The room was empty,
unfamiliar, and distant. The light was all wrong. Was he still wearing his cut — and
his boots?
The night fit back together in pieces.
Maggie ’ s couch, in her weird
little house: that was what he had just fallen from. The light looked wrong
because he wasn’t in his bedroom. He remembered trying to stay up on watch for
as long as he could the night before, but Maggie ’ s
place had no television, and his smart phone died an hour into his night. The
couch was uncomfortable as hell. He was surprised he managed to fall asleep on
it. Jase stood and
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