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through the living room looking for my purse but don’t find it then check the kitchen without any luck either. After filling a glass with water, I rinse my mouth thoroughly before drinking more down slowly.
Reality sets in as I stare out the window over the sink. I lost my boyfriend and my damn phone tonight. I want to cry, my world not crumbling but crashing around me. The revving of an engine draws my attention to the front of the house. I hurry the best I can, opening the front door only to find Murphy, Zach, and a dust cloud in the driveway.
“Was that Evan?” I ask, desperate to know.
“Yes,” Zach answers calmly.
I hurry down the steps and shout his name, but the taillights fade into the night, the car too far to chase. Turning around with my hands on my hips, I demand, “He was here to see me?”
“Yes.” Zach’s cool demeanor is frustrating, and pisses me off.
“Why didn’t you let him?” I say with tears filling my eyes again. My eyes burn and I can barely see they’re so swollen from all the crying I did earlier.
Zach stands and walks closer to me as Murphy sits down in a chair on the porch. “He’s not thinking clearly, Mal. I know Evan well enough to know that when emotions are fueling him, it’s best to stay out of his way. You’ve helped him—”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I scream in frustration, tired of hearing the same thing and not understanding the meaning behind it. “How am I helping him when I seem to only cause him pain?”
Zach ponders this thought before answering, “He battles himself as much as the rest of the world. We don’t know the real deal with this text, but let him figure things out tonight and you should do the same. I’ll be honest. I want you to work it out and be happy, but it’s up to you two to sort that shit out before you rush back to each other with your hormones raging. We’ve all seen how you guys ‘talk’ and it’s not working for you anymore. This time when you talk you really need to talk, Mallory. And you should know where your feelings lie beforehand. Because from what I’ve seen, when you two are together all reasoning flies out window.”
I should be offended by his directness, irritated at the very least, but Zach is speaking the truth, so I can’t hold it against him. As the dust from the driveway settles, so does my anxiousness. “I don’t want him to think I don’t love him because I do. Knowing about Lani now and the hell he’s been through…I want to be there for him, but the texts, Zach. Fucking Kelly and that text! His mother.” I wipe a tear away. “It feels like everyone is conspiring against us.”
Murphy leans forward, and says, “It sure does seem like it. Well, not us or Sunny or Kate, but everyone else.”
“But why?” I hope he can give me the insight I’m so desperate to discover. “You’re dating Kate and they don’t have a problem with you, right?” I sigh in regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”
“I know what you mean. I know you don’t think bad of me, so don’t worry about it.” He stands and walks to me, and his hand rubs my arm. “Evan’s the son. He’s the one they’ve groomed to take over, discounting their daughter’s abilities. Kate’s fucking smart as a whip. I wish she’d get a job with a competitor and hand their asses to them on a plate.” He walks to the edge of the porch, sits on the railing, and says, “You’re in an all-out-war here. So listen to Zach. His advice is sound. Don’t go running to him because you feel sorry or guilty about Lani. Seriously think about what you want from him or if you’re even willing to sacrifice for this relationship because you’re going to have to sacrifice. You’re living in two different worlds and something like seven hours by plane. That’s a lot of distance. Make sure when you make up, if you make up with him , it’s because of who he is… who he really is at the core and not
Reality sets in as I stare out the window over the sink. I lost my boyfriend and my damn phone tonight. I want to cry, my world not crumbling but crashing around me. The revving of an engine draws my attention to the front of the house. I hurry the best I can, opening the front door only to find Murphy, Zach, and a dust cloud in the driveway.
“Was that Evan?” I ask, desperate to know.
“Yes,” Zach answers calmly.
I hurry down the steps and shout his name, but the taillights fade into the night, the car too far to chase. Turning around with my hands on my hips, I demand, “He was here to see me?”
“Yes.” Zach’s cool demeanor is frustrating, and pisses me off.
“Why didn’t you let him?” I say with tears filling my eyes again. My eyes burn and I can barely see they’re so swollen from all the crying I did earlier.
Zach stands and walks closer to me as Murphy sits down in a chair on the porch. “He’s not thinking clearly, Mal. I know Evan well enough to know that when emotions are fueling him, it’s best to stay out of his way. You’ve helped him—”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I scream in frustration, tired of hearing the same thing and not understanding the meaning behind it. “How am I helping him when I seem to only cause him pain?”
Zach ponders this thought before answering, “He battles himself as much as the rest of the world. We don’t know the real deal with this text, but let him figure things out tonight and you should do the same. I’ll be honest. I want you to work it out and be happy, but it’s up to you two to sort that shit out before you rush back to each other with your hormones raging. We’ve all seen how you guys ‘talk’ and it’s not working for you anymore. This time when you talk you really need to talk, Mallory. And you should know where your feelings lie beforehand. Because from what I’ve seen, when you two are together all reasoning flies out window.”
I should be offended by his directness, irritated at the very least, but Zach is speaking the truth, so I can’t hold it against him. As the dust from the driveway settles, so does my anxiousness. “I don’t want him to think I don’t love him because I do. Knowing about Lani now and the hell he’s been through…I want to be there for him, but the texts, Zach. Fucking Kelly and that text! His mother.” I wipe a tear away. “It feels like everyone is conspiring against us.”
Murphy leans forward, and says, “It sure does seem like it. Well, not us or Sunny or Kate, but everyone else.”
“But why?” I hope he can give me the insight I’m so desperate to discover. “You’re dating Kate and they don’t have a problem with you, right?” I sigh in regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”
“I know what you mean. I know you don’t think bad of me, so don’t worry about it.” He stands and walks to me, and his hand rubs my arm. “Evan’s the son. He’s the one they’ve groomed to take over, discounting their daughter’s abilities. Kate’s fucking smart as a whip. I wish she’d get a job with a competitor and hand their asses to them on a plate.” He walks to the edge of the porch, sits on the railing, and says, “You’re in an all-out-war here. So listen to Zach. His advice is sound. Don’t go running to him because you feel sorry or guilty about Lani. Seriously think about what you want from him or if you’re even willing to sacrifice for this relationship because you’re going to have to sacrifice. You’re living in two different worlds and something like seven hours by plane. That’s a lot of distance. Make sure when you make up, if you make up with him , it’s because of who he is… who he really is at the core and not
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