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Authors: Wendy L. Wilson
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a massive wad of anxiety expands in my stomach and up into my throat, making me wonder if I’ll even be able to speak when I get there. Her head barely turns and I stop; I freeze. She knows I’m here. But then she turns forward again, the silence screaming at me to say something; anything.
“What do you want, Evan?”
The sudden sound of her voice startles me and I swear every frog and insect within twenty miles of this property suddenly hushed or maybe her icy tone blew my hearing to an oblivion.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Swinging her head around with her hand placed behind her, she glares at me. I can’t even see the features of her face, but I can feel the fierceness in her stare. It’s slicing through me like a rusty old knife with a colossal amount of force at the blade.
“Well?”
Her arms rise over her chest as they always do and I struggle to find something to say. Why the hell didn’t I think this through? Judd said to listen, but I’m no dumbass. I know now is not the time to go silent. My chest rises as I suck in a deep soothing breath then release it, letting all wavering thoughts out with it.
“I thought we could talk,” I throw it out there plain and simple, and prepare to hold on for dear life.
“What!” she blusters, in an outraged tone like this is the first time I’ve said a word to her in the past few years. This is it. This is when I need to keep my mouth shut and listen even though it’s pure instinct for me to speak up.
“Why do you think I would have anything to say to you?” she spits out.
I have no doubt if I could see her in plain sight, her top lip is probably curled up leaving a crease at each side of her nose like it usually did when she was disgusted at something.
I press my lips together to hold my tongue and wait, but she says nothing. Shit…I wasn’t prepared for this. Damn it to hell, did Abby give her the same damn advice or something? Freaking figures.
I muster up a few more civil words, refusing to turn this into a battle of how could you versus I didn’t do it on purpose.
“Piper, I just wanted to sit and talk.” I gulp down my fear of this escalating once again. “…calmly.”
Through the darkness, a quick intake of air catches my attention so I take a step forward, confident that maybe the hurricane has done its damage and moved on. She has to know every single interaction we’ve had this past year has torn into me and deepened the never-healing wound in my soul.
“Evan, just go away.” The bitterness in her tone has faded, leaving a defeated hint of exhaustion from any sort of communication between us.
Conflicted, I shift from foot to foot, widen my eyes and bite my lips between my teeth in thought. Above all, I do not want to argue when she says no, or stop, or go away, but leaving will just keep this barrier between us and she is not the only one exhausted. I’m tired of it being this way. She was my best friend; the only one I ever gave my heart to.
“Would you just talk to me?” I say gently, hoping she can hear the urgency and distress in my voice.
“Talk to you? You’re the last person I want to talk to,” she belts out.
I flinch back, hating the animosity that she exhibits like I did that to her. I betrayed her, yeah, but I am not the villain here.
“Stop making me the enemy,” I raise my voice mistakenly.
That’s all it takes to elevate the whole thing. Piper shoots up to stand, stomping across the rickety boards till she is only a few feet in front of me with her hands defiantly at her hips and her chin rose up confidently.
“Me?! Oh, you did that yourself, Evan, or don’t you remember?” she slams me with the exact thing I knew she would. Dammit! “Because if you don’t, I sure can remind you.”
I deserve for her to say all of this to me. I deserve for her to hate me and I deserve for her to never speak to me again, but I can’t keep my mouth shut. Frustration on our lack of being able to just talk
“What do you want, Evan?”
The sudden sound of her voice startles me and I swear every frog and insect within twenty miles of this property suddenly hushed or maybe her icy tone blew my hearing to an oblivion.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Swinging her head around with her hand placed behind her, she glares at me. I can’t even see the features of her face, but I can feel the fierceness in her stare. It’s slicing through me like a rusty old knife with a colossal amount of force at the blade.
“Well?”
Her arms rise over her chest as they always do and I struggle to find something to say. Why the hell didn’t I think this through? Judd said to listen, but I’m no dumbass. I know now is not the time to go silent. My chest rises as I suck in a deep soothing breath then release it, letting all wavering thoughts out with it.
“I thought we could talk,” I throw it out there plain and simple, and prepare to hold on for dear life.
“What!” she blusters, in an outraged tone like this is the first time I’ve said a word to her in the past few years. This is it. This is when I need to keep my mouth shut and listen even though it’s pure instinct for me to speak up.
“Why do you think I would have anything to say to you?” she spits out.
I have no doubt if I could see her in plain sight, her top lip is probably curled up leaving a crease at each side of her nose like it usually did when she was disgusted at something.
I press my lips together to hold my tongue and wait, but she says nothing. Shit…I wasn’t prepared for this. Damn it to hell, did Abby give her the same damn advice or something? Freaking figures.
I muster up a few more civil words, refusing to turn this into a battle of how could you versus I didn’t do it on purpose.
“Piper, I just wanted to sit and talk.” I gulp down my fear of this escalating once again. “…calmly.”
Through the darkness, a quick intake of air catches my attention so I take a step forward, confident that maybe the hurricane has done its damage and moved on. She has to know every single interaction we’ve had this past year has torn into me and deepened the never-healing wound in my soul.
“Evan, just go away.” The bitterness in her tone has faded, leaving a defeated hint of exhaustion from any sort of communication between us.
Conflicted, I shift from foot to foot, widen my eyes and bite my lips between my teeth in thought. Above all, I do not want to argue when she says no, or stop, or go away, but leaving will just keep this barrier between us and she is not the only one exhausted. I’m tired of it being this way. She was my best friend; the only one I ever gave my heart to.
“Would you just talk to me?” I say gently, hoping she can hear the urgency and distress in my voice.
“Talk to you? You’re the last person I want to talk to,” she belts out.
I flinch back, hating the animosity that she exhibits like I did that to her. I betrayed her, yeah, but I am not the villain here.
“Stop making me the enemy,” I raise my voice mistakenly.
That’s all it takes to elevate the whole thing. Piper shoots up to stand, stomping across the rickety boards till she is only a few feet in front of me with her hands defiantly at her hips and her chin rose up confidently.
“Me?! Oh, you did that yourself, Evan, or don’t you remember?” she slams me with the exact thing I knew she would. Dammit! “Because if you don’t, I sure can remind you.”
I deserve for her to say all of this to me. I deserve for her to hate me and I deserve for her to never speak to me again, but I can’t keep my mouth shut. Frustration on our lack of being able to just talk
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