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fact that Journey was somehow involved with Ryker. Diesel repeatedly made it clear he wanted no part of any of it anymore. But after being in such a relationship, and living a life where he has to see Ryker almost daily, could he give it all up for me? I doubt it. I’m not naive enough to think it would all be that easy.
You would think it was something he would’ve told me before we got involved - before we spent an amazing night together in bed. While he helped me in ways I don’t think anyone could have. He also broke me in a brand new way. I’m destined to be alone in life. I’m starting to come to terms with that. It’s all better off this way.
I’m going to be the cat lady. I might as well start collecting them now. I shall name my first one Fluffy. Yes, Fluffy.
God damn it! I’m losing my fucking mind. My phone buzzes and I already know it’s a text message from Diesel. He hasn’t stopped calling or texting, no matter how much I try to ignore him. He’s been at the house both days, but didn’t dare come up to my room.
When I pick my phone up, I notice a text from River. It isn’t Diesel at all. The other man who decided to walk away from me. Awesome! What does he want?
Thought you might need a friend. Wanna go to Maggie’s for dinner?
How nice of him to think of me after all the bullshit he laid on me days ago. Dinner does sound good, and diner food may be exactly what I need. I won’t be able to avoid River forever. Even if I really want to. Honestly, I want to leave Woodstock again altogether. It took me what, a single month to fuck my life up here? It’s astounding I’m still alive after being on my own for so many years.
I open the text message and reply:
Pick me up at the house.
Not like I had any other way of getting there. I was quickly becoming annoyed with how dependent I was on everyone else. I hated feeling so helpless. I got here with the goal of independence. Now, that is a distant memory.
A knock on my bedroom door catches my attention as I’m walking out of my closet to get ready for dinner. When I pull the door open, Diesel is standing in front of me with a bouquet of flowers and a frown on his face. His eyes are red and puffy. He looks like I feel and it’s clear he hasn’t slept in days. I feel bad that I’ve ignored him for the past forty-eight hours now.
“Why, Diesel? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I don’t want to know the answer to the question, I just want him to leave, but I can’t think of anything else to say. I continue pulling out a pair of jeans and heels while he stands in the doorway trying to form a reply.
“Going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I’m going to Maggie’s for dinner. Why does it matter?” It shouldn’t matter to him. Nothing I say or do should matter. Why is he chasing me like this?
“With River huh?” It’s like a slap to the face.
“Why should it matter who I’m going with, Diesel? You’re not a single man! Whatever we had was over the minute I found that out!” I can see tears starting to well up in his eyes. I shouldn’t have been so mean. I instantly feel bad about it.
“Paisley, listen to me. That is all over. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner. I was worried it would scare you away. When you found out, it did. Can you understand why I didn’t?”
“It hurt me, Diesel. You hurt me. When we met, I was already so fuckin’ broken, and you broke me even more. I can’t do this with you.” I’m trying my damnedest not to cry, but it isn’t working. I can feel my eyes starting to sting.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Paisley. I would never hurt you.” He takes a step toward me, and closes the door behind him.
“Everything with Ryker is over. Paisley, it’s only you from now on. Let me in.”
What do you say to something like that? I want to jump into his arms and kiss him all over. But I can’t. I don’t know if I can let him back in after he hurt me. Even if he didn’t mean to. I’m too
You would think it was something he would’ve told me before we got involved - before we spent an amazing night together in bed. While he helped me in ways I don’t think anyone could have. He also broke me in a brand new way. I’m destined to be alone in life. I’m starting to come to terms with that. It’s all better off this way.
I’m going to be the cat lady. I might as well start collecting them now. I shall name my first one Fluffy. Yes, Fluffy.
God damn it! I’m losing my fucking mind. My phone buzzes and I already know it’s a text message from Diesel. He hasn’t stopped calling or texting, no matter how much I try to ignore him. He’s been at the house both days, but didn’t dare come up to my room.
When I pick my phone up, I notice a text from River. It isn’t Diesel at all. The other man who decided to walk away from me. Awesome! What does he want?
Thought you might need a friend. Wanna go to Maggie’s for dinner?
How nice of him to think of me after all the bullshit he laid on me days ago. Dinner does sound good, and diner food may be exactly what I need. I won’t be able to avoid River forever. Even if I really want to. Honestly, I want to leave Woodstock again altogether. It took me what, a single month to fuck my life up here? It’s astounding I’m still alive after being on my own for so many years.
I open the text message and reply:
Pick me up at the house.
Not like I had any other way of getting there. I was quickly becoming annoyed with how dependent I was on everyone else. I hated feeling so helpless. I got here with the goal of independence. Now, that is a distant memory.
A knock on my bedroom door catches my attention as I’m walking out of my closet to get ready for dinner. When I pull the door open, Diesel is standing in front of me with a bouquet of flowers and a frown on his face. His eyes are red and puffy. He looks like I feel and it’s clear he hasn’t slept in days. I feel bad that I’ve ignored him for the past forty-eight hours now.
“Why, Diesel? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I don’t want to know the answer to the question, I just want him to leave, but I can’t think of anything else to say. I continue pulling out a pair of jeans and heels while he stands in the doorway trying to form a reply.
“Going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I’m going to Maggie’s for dinner. Why does it matter?” It shouldn’t matter to him. Nothing I say or do should matter. Why is he chasing me like this?
“With River huh?” It’s like a slap to the face.
“Why should it matter who I’m going with, Diesel? You’re not a single man! Whatever we had was over the minute I found that out!” I can see tears starting to well up in his eyes. I shouldn’t have been so mean. I instantly feel bad about it.
“Paisley, listen to me. That is all over. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner. I was worried it would scare you away. When you found out, it did. Can you understand why I didn’t?”
“It hurt me, Diesel. You hurt me. When we met, I was already so fuckin’ broken, and you broke me even more. I can’t do this with you.” I’m trying my damnedest not to cry, but it isn’t working. I can feel my eyes starting to sting.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Paisley. I would never hurt you.” He takes a step toward me, and closes the door behind him.
“Everything with Ryker is over. Paisley, it’s only you from now on. Let me in.”
What do you say to something like that? I want to jump into his arms and kiss him all over. But I can’t. I don’t know if I can let him back in after he hurt me. Even if he didn’t mean to. I’m too
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