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vital.
“Roman said he’ll do it,” Bird said. “I have
his address here. I’m going to fly to Idaho tonight to help him get
ready.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I told him,
touched by his generosity. Bird was a ranch hand from a poor
reserve in New Mexico. He did not have money for an impromptu
flight.
“It’s no bother,” he said, and he somehow
made me believe it. “I’ve already made my reservation. I have to
hurry to Albequerque now, you just go to Perry and get her out of
there. And be careful.”
“I owe you one,” I told him.
“You already owed me one,” he joked softly.
Then he gave me the address and some vague directions that sounded
simple enough and said goodbye. That man. I really needed to order
him a high-class hooker for his next birthday or something. You
know, as a way to say thank you.
I exhaled, steadying myself, and texted
Rebecca. I asked her to take care of Fat Rabbit while I was gone
and that I’d let her know if there were any developments.
Then I went to the door, not bothering to
pack anything. I had my wallet and my car keys; it was all I
needed. I stopped by the mirror in the hallway, and at first
glance, I hardly recognized myself. For the first time I really saw
the differences in my body. My face was skinnier, now covered in a
layer of scruff that I didn’t shave every day. My arms and
shoulders had expanded. I shrugged on my cargo jacket and noticed
that even that didn’t fit the same as it used to.
Did this mean I was a new man? I didn’t
know. Perhaps not yet. Perhaps it wasn’t a quick fix and a matter
of working out and eating right and embracing the crazy fucking
nutjob that I was. Still, I decided to take out my eyebrow ring and
placed it in my jacket pocket. Now I looked different. And
hopefully, different enough for Perry to put her trust in me. I
didn’t want to be that guy anymore, the one that hurt her. I
wanted to be me. Perhaps the same me she had seen underneath all
this time.
CHAPTER SIX
I sped the Highlander down the I-5 like a
demon in the night. Perhaps that was a bad analogy, but I felt
almost supernatural as I managed to clock record speeds while
somehow avoiding every single speed trap there was out there. I was
motherfucking Batman and timing seemed to be on my side—I just
hoped it would be as kind to Perry.
I texted Ada as I drove, letting her know I
was on my way and urging her to keep things as secret as possible.
I was pretty sure that their parents wouldn’t be too happy to have
me in their house and would probably throw me out on my ass,
especially when I decided to quiz them on my dear old Pippa. And
Max, well, I had a bad feeling about him. I didn’t understand how
it was even possible that the giant ginger king was there, in
Portland, in their house, meddling in what used to be my affairs.
After everything that he and I had been through, this just reeked
of sabotage.
It was raining steadily and dark as fuck
outside when I turned the car onto Perry’s street. As much as I
tried to tell myself that everything would be fine and that the
plan would work, I was a nervous pervous. I was not only afraid of
what was happening to Perry, afraid that I might fail in saving
her, but I was afraid of her in general. Not of the thing that had
apparently taken over her, but of her. Of what she’d think of me.
Of the way she’d look at me.
Christ, I was in over my head and my head
was over my heels. I was just a fucking tumbleweed in love with a
constant breeze at my back. I slammed the car into park a few
houses up from hers, and wished I had a whole packet of Nicorette
that I could jam into my mouth.
Alas, I didn’t. So I settled for one—bite,
bite, chew, then sent one last text to Ada and waited for five
painful, agonizing minutes before I saw her lithe little form
running down the street through the rain. She jumped in the
passenger seat and slammed the door, her white blonde hair going
all Debbie
“Roman said he’ll do it,” Bird said. “I have
his address here. I’m going to fly to Idaho tonight to help him get
ready.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I told him,
touched by his generosity. Bird was a ranch hand from a poor
reserve in New Mexico. He did not have money for an impromptu
flight.
“It’s no bother,” he said, and he somehow
made me believe it. “I’ve already made my reservation. I have to
hurry to Albequerque now, you just go to Perry and get her out of
there. And be careful.”
“I owe you one,” I told him.
“You already owed me one,” he joked softly.
Then he gave me the address and some vague directions that sounded
simple enough and said goodbye. That man. I really needed to order
him a high-class hooker for his next birthday or something. You
know, as a way to say thank you.
I exhaled, steadying myself, and texted
Rebecca. I asked her to take care of Fat Rabbit while I was gone
and that I’d let her know if there were any developments.
Then I went to the door, not bothering to
pack anything. I had my wallet and my car keys; it was all I
needed. I stopped by the mirror in the hallway, and at first
glance, I hardly recognized myself. For the first time I really saw
the differences in my body. My face was skinnier, now covered in a
layer of scruff that I didn’t shave every day. My arms and
shoulders had expanded. I shrugged on my cargo jacket and noticed
that even that didn’t fit the same as it used to.
Did this mean I was a new man? I didn’t
know. Perhaps not yet. Perhaps it wasn’t a quick fix and a matter
of working out and eating right and embracing the crazy fucking
nutjob that I was. Still, I decided to take out my eyebrow ring and
placed it in my jacket pocket. Now I looked different. And
hopefully, different enough for Perry to put her trust in me. I
didn’t want to be that guy anymore, the one that hurt her. I
wanted to be me. Perhaps the same me she had seen underneath all
this time.
CHAPTER SIX
I sped the Highlander down the I-5 like a
demon in the night. Perhaps that was a bad analogy, but I felt
almost supernatural as I managed to clock record speeds while
somehow avoiding every single speed trap there was out there. I was
motherfucking Batman and timing seemed to be on my side—I just
hoped it would be as kind to Perry.
I texted Ada as I drove, letting her know I
was on my way and urging her to keep things as secret as possible.
I was pretty sure that their parents wouldn’t be too happy to have
me in their house and would probably throw me out on my ass,
especially when I decided to quiz them on my dear old Pippa. And
Max, well, I had a bad feeling about him. I didn’t understand how
it was even possible that the giant ginger king was there, in
Portland, in their house, meddling in what used to be my affairs.
After everything that he and I had been through, this just reeked
of sabotage.
It was raining steadily and dark as fuck
outside when I turned the car onto Perry’s street. As much as I
tried to tell myself that everything would be fine and that the
plan would work, I was a nervous pervous. I was not only afraid of
what was happening to Perry, afraid that I might fail in saving
her, but I was afraid of her in general. Not of the thing that had
apparently taken over her, but of her. Of what she’d think of me.
Of the way she’d look at me.
Christ, I was in over my head and my head
was over my heels. I was just a fucking tumbleweed in love with a
constant breeze at my back. I slammed the car into park a few
houses up from hers, and wished I had a whole packet of Nicorette
that I could jam into my mouth.
Alas, I didn’t. So I settled for one—bite,
bite, chew, then sent one last text to Ada and waited for five
painful, agonizing minutes before I saw her lithe little form
running down the street through the rain. She jumped in the
passenger seat and slammed the door, her white blonde hair going
all Debbie
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