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night?” he said from behind me.
“If you stop interrupting me maybe I’ll actually get some hits in,” I retorted.
“Shall I remind you of the great championship of 2004? Who won, again? I can’t seem to recall.”
“Ahhh...we’re back to that” I laughed. “We all know that you pulled that win out of nowhere.” Trev slammed his hand on the gate in an attempt to distract me while I took another swing.
“Where’s Mel?” I asked, as the bat connected with the ball.
“She isn’t feeling all that great, so she went home early. I had to make sure everyone got paid next week so I stuck around.”
“So that means you’re staying out all night then?” I asked with a laugh. We both knew the likeliness of that happening was slim to none. Mel didn’t play that shit. And there was no way he was trying to work his way into sleeping on the couch.
He slanted his eyes at me as if I were crazy. “Yeah, that’s gonna be a no. But I like being out here though, it’s chill. Me, you and a good brew.”
“Well you know how to lock up, right?” Trev asked.
“I’ve got you covered. Fill the machine up for me before you leave, would ya?”
“Always trying to make me do more work,” Trev groaned. “I just got done working.”
I stood under the stars swinging for another hour before I finally stepped away from the plate and headed over to turn off the machine. I pulled my phone out of my pants, pulled up Brooklyn’s number, and hit call .
You’ve reached me …
The same message that made me smile a few days earlier now just pissed me off. I blew out a low breath and sighed, “Brooklyn, where are you?” I pressed end on my call and put my phone back in my pocket. She had to answer at some point. She couldn’t ignore me forever.
Piles of Lies
Brooklyn
“What do you want Damon?” I sniffed into the phone. I thought I had made it perfectly clear we were done. Apparently Damon had suffered some type of hearing loss. That was the only thing that could explain yet another unsolicited phone call from him.
“Brooklyn? Why do you sound like that? You sound weird. Are you crying?”
Of course he would call at the exact moment I was lying in bed, licking my wounds. One thing was for sure though—there was no way in hell I was going to tell Damon me and Logan were on the rocks. Just a couple days ago I had no problem informing Damon that Logan was the best thing that had happened to me since he’d decided to exit my life.
“No” I lied, sniffing again. I willed the tears to stop falling from my eyes. “What do you need, Damon?”
“You were on my mind. I guess seeing you brought back a lot of memories and I just decided to call.” Why did the universe hate me so much? I had heard and seen Damon more times in the last two weeks than I had my own family. It was overkill. After all, he was the one who dumped me . Damon had to know that he was the absolute last person I wanted to hear from.
I turned over, holding the phone to my ear, and cleared my throat. “You’re wasting your time. And mine” I said flatly. When it came to Damon, even if he still cared about me I couldn’t stand the thought of him. I wanted any memory of him erased from my mind forever.
“Brooklyn, I know—”
“Get over it, Damon. I have” I interrupted. Okay, that was a lie. I’d just barely started to get over him when I met Logan. Not that that had turned out in my favor either…but I wanted my harsh words to cut him as deep as his had cut me the night he’d ended me and ended us. “Listen, I don’t miss you. I don’t love you. Actually, I want nothing to do with you. I’m getting off the phone now and I would absolutely love it if you didn’t call me again.”
As I pressed the end button on the phone, I knew that every last one of those words was true. I didn’t have any room in my life for Damon. And as devastated as it made me feel, I now had to admit to myself that maybe I didn’t have
“If you stop interrupting me maybe I’ll actually get some hits in,” I retorted.
“Shall I remind you of the great championship of 2004? Who won, again? I can’t seem to recall.”
“Ahhh...we’re back to that” I laughed. “We all know that you pulled that win out of nowhere.” Trev slammed his hand on the gate in an attempt to distract me while I took another swing.
“Where’s Mel?” I asked, as the bat connected with the ball.
“She isn’t feeling all that great, so she went home early. I had to make sure everyone got paid next week so I stuck around.”
“So that means you’re staying out all night then?” I asked with a laugh. We both knew the likeliness of that happening was slim to none. Mel didn’t play that shit. And there was no way he was trying to work his way into sleeping on the couch.
He slanted his eyes at me as if I were crazy. “Yeah, that’s gonna be a no. But I like being out here though, it’s chill. Me, you and a good brew.”
“Well you know how to lock up, right?” Trev asked.
“I’ve got you covered. Fill the machine up for me before you leave, would ya?”
“Always trying to make me do more work,” Trev groaned. “I just got done working.”
I stood under the stars swinging for another hour before I finally stepped away from the plate and headed over to turn off the machine. I pulled my phone out of my pants, pulled up Brooklyn’s number, and hit call .
You’ve reached me …
The same message that made me smile a few days earlier now just pissed me off. I blew out a low breath and sighed, “Brooklyn, where are you?” I pressed end on my call and put my phone back in my pocket. She had to answer at some point. She couldn’t ignore me forever.
Piles of Lies
Brooklyn
“What do you want Damon?” I sniffed into the phone. I thought I had made it perfectly clear we were done. Apparently Damon had suffered some type of hearing loss. That was the only thing that could explain yet another unsolicited phone call from him.
“Brooklyn? Why do you sound like that? You sound weird. Are you crying?”
Of course he would call at the exact moment I was lying in bed, licking my wounds. One thing was for sure though—there was no way in hell I was going to tell Damon me and Logan were on the rocks. Just a couple days ago I had no problem informing Damon that Logan was the best thing that had happened to me since he’d decided to exit my life.
“No” I lied, sniffing again. I willed the tears to stop falling from my eyes. “What do you need, Damon?”
“You were on my mind. I guess seeing you brought back a lot of memories and I just decided to call.” Why did the universe hate me so much? I had heard and seen Damon more times in the last two weeks than I had my own family. It was overkill. After all, he was the one who dumped me . Damon had to know that he was the absolute last person I wanted to hear from.
I turned over, holding the phone to my ear, and cleared my throat. “You’re wasting your time. And mine” I said flatly. When it came to Damon, even if he still cared about me I couldn’t stand the thought of him. I wanted any memory of him erased from my mind forever.
“Brooklyn, I know—”
“Get over it, Damon. I have” I interrupted. Okay, that was a lie. I’d just barely started to get over him when I met Logan. Not that that had turned out in my favor either…but I wanted my harsh words to cut him as deep as his had cut me the night he’d ended me and ended us. “Listen, I don’t miss you. I don’t love you. Actually, I want nothing to do with you. I’m getting off the phone now and I would absolutely love it if you didn’t call me again.”
As I pressed the end button on the phone, I knew that every last one of those words was true. I didn’t have any room in my life for Damon. And as devastated as it made me feel, I now had to admit to myself that maybe I didn’t have
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