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Roxy
Mama called me over for a celebratory dinner tonight. Robert’s probation had been revoked, and we wouldn’t be seein’ the likes of him anytime soon.
I was happy to celebrate with her, and proud of how hard she was trying. Since she’d been on her newfound quest for self-discovery, she was a whole new woman.
“You and Bentley seem to be gettin’ real close,” she observed.
“Yea, I guess you could say that.” I gave her a shy smile.
As happy as I was, I couldn’t help feeling like the rug was about to be pulled out from beneath me. Because nothing this good ever lasted, did it?
Bentley and I had been making up like crazy, and he couldn’t take his eyes or his hands off me most of the time. I was all warm and fuzzy inside, but I was scared as hell too.
“He’s crazy about you,” Mama said, seemingly reading my thoughts clearly. “You don’t have nothin’ to worry about with him sugar.”
“I know you’re probably right,” I said. “I’m just being paranoid.”
An hour later, I was on my way to meet Bentley at Murphy’s.
He’d started to join Amy and I for our weekly karaoke night, even though he claimed he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.
When I walked inside, Amy was at the bar, shrugging out of her apron. I glanced around, not seeing Bentley anywhere.
“He just went to the bathroom.” Amy jerked her head towards the hall.
“Okay.” I nodded. “I gotta’ go too. Can you sign us up for something, your choice?”
“Already on it, sugar.” Amy grinned.
I headed down the darkened hallway that led to the restrooms, and stopped short when I heard a giggle from the corner. Up ahead of me, Bethany Francis was pinned to the wall, her face plastered against his.
My heart started racing, my palms sweating, and all I could do was stand there and watch. I didn’t want to believe it was real. I couldn’t look away, and it took me forever to move.
I spun around in a wave of nausea and slammed face first into a hard wall of muscle.
“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”
I glanced up, confusion washing over me as I stared into Bentley’s green eyes. I looked back over my shoulder, catching Bethany’s little smirk as she stared back at me. It wasn’t Bentley she was with, but it sure as hell looked a lot like him.
Bentley seemed to realize what I was thinking as he pulled me into his arms and squeezed me tight. And I was embarrassed, because I was already crying over something that hadn’t even happened. My heart felt like it was shattered into a million pieces, over a guy I didn’t even know.
And suddenly, I realized I just couldn’t do this. I pulled away, and Bentley stared down at me, shaking his head.
“Roxy… don’t.”
His eyes were pleading, and I could tell I was hurting him, but right then, I couldn’t think about it.
“You have to be able to trust me, sweetheart,” he said. “Or else this isn’t going to work.”
“It isn’t going to work,” I cried out. “It’s too much Bentley. I’m always gonna’ be suspecting the worse. I hate seein’ her here all the time. I hate always wondering in the back of my mind. I just… I need some time.”
He tried to pull me back to him and I pushed him away.
“No Bentley,” I croaked. “Please, just let me go. Just give me some space.”
He dropped his hands and looked more defeated than I’d ever seen him. And there was nothing I could do, so like the coward that I was, I ran.
Chapter Fourteen
Bentley
The first thing I did was went to the liquor store and bought a bottle of scotch. I decided then and there, I shouldn’t even bother with trying anymore. Look where it got me every time I did.
I was feeling sorry for myself, and not thinkin’ clearly, but even so, I couldn’t do it. When I opened it up and smelled the liquor, it did nothing for me. Because it wasn’t Roxy, and nothin’ was ever going to substitute for that.
I walked out onto the front porch
***
Roxy
Mama called me over for a celebratory dinner tonight. Robert’s probation had been revoked, and we wouldn’t be seein’ the likes of him anytime soon.
I was happy to celebrate with her, and proud of how hard she was trying. Since she’d been on her newfound quest for self-discovery, she was a whole new woman.
“You and Bentley seem to be gettin’ real close,” she observed.
“Yea, I guess you could say that.” I gave her a shy smile.
As happy as I was, I couldn’t help feeling like the rug was about to be pulled out from beneath me. Because nothing this good ever lasted, did it?
Bentley and I had been making up like crazy, and he couldn’t take his eyes or his hands off me most of the time. I was all warm and fuzzy inside, but I was scared as hell too.
“He’s crazy about you,” Mama said, seemingly reading my thoughts clearly. “You don’t have nothin’ to worry about with him sugar.”
“I know you’re probably right,” I said. “I’m just being paranoid.”
An hour later, I was on my way to meet Bentley at Murphy’s.
He’d started to join Amy and I for our weekly karaoke night, even though he claimed he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.
When I walked inside, Amy was at the bar, shrugging out of her apron. I glanced around, not seeing Bentley anywhere.
“He just went to the bathroom.” Amy jerked her head towards the hall.
“Okay.” I nodded. “I gotta’ go too. Can you sign us up for something, your choice?”
“Already on it, sugar.” Amy grinned.
I headed down the darkened hallway that led to the restrooms, and stopped short when I heard a giggle from the corner. Up ahead of me, Bethany Francis was pinned to the wall, her face plastered against his.
My heart started racing, my palms sweating, and all I could do was stand there and watch. I didn’t want to believe it was real. I couldn’t look away, and it took me forever to move.
I spun around in a wave of nausea and slammed face first into a hard wall of muscle.
“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”
I glanced up, confusion washing over me as I stared into Bentley’s green eyes. I looked back over my shoulder, catching Bethany’s little smirk as she stared back at me. It wasn’t Bentley she was with, but it sure as hell looked a lot like him.
Bentley seemed to realize what I was thinking as he pulled me into his arms and squeezed me tight. And I was embarrassed, because I was already crying over something that hadn’t even happened. My heart felt like it was shattered into a million pieces, over a guy I didn’t even know.
And suddenly, I realized I just couldn’t do this. I pulled away, and Bentley stared down at me, shaking his head.
“Roxy… don’t.”
His eyes were pleading, and I could tell I was hurting him, but right then, I couldn’t think about it.
“You have to be able to trust me, sweetheart,” he said. “Or else this isn’t going to work.”
“It isn’t going to work,” I cried out. “It’s too much Bentley. I’m always gonna’ be suspecting the worse. I hate seein’ her here all the time. I hate always wondering in the back of my mind. I just… I need some time.”
He tried to pull me back to him and I pushed him away.
“No Bentley,” I croaked. “Please, just let me go. Just give me some space.”
He dropped his hands and looked more defeated than I’d ever seen him. And there was nothing I could do, so like the coward that I was, I ran.
Chapter Fourteen
Bentley
The first thing I did was went to the liquor store and bought a bottle of scotch. I decided then and there, I shouldn’t even bother with trying anymore. Look where it got me every time I did.
I was feeling sorry for myself, and not thinkin’ clearly, but even so, I couldn’t do it. When I opened it up and smelled the liquor, it did nothing for me. Because it wasn’t Roxy, and nothin’ was ever going to substitute for that.
I walked out onto the front porch
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