Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Delilah looks at him, her cheeks red. “You’re always defending her and chasing after her. I’m so tired of it.”
“We’re not doin’ this again, Delilah. Spent my whole fuckin’ night goin’ over this with you.”
“Because you refuse to answer me,” she cries, throwing her hands up. “You think I’m stupid. All I want to know is if there is something going on that I don’t know about. But you can’t man up and be honest.”
Oh boy.
Oh no.
Bad move.
“There isn’t,” I dare to say.
“Wrong,” Hugh growls. “There fuckin’ is.”
Delilah’s eyes widen. “What?”
“Yes, what?” I say, staring at him in shock.
“She hasn’t done anythin’, if that’s what you’re worried about. Neither have I. But fact is, I’m into her, can’t help that. I was goin’ to discuss this with you today when we got home, because this shit between us ain’t workin’ out and I’m done with it. I didn’t want to do it here, and I’m tryin’ to be fuckin’ nice about it, but I’m done with you and your shit.”
“You’re into her?” Delilah gasps. “What the hell do you mean you’re into her?”
“It means—” Hugh leans in close “—I fuckin’ want her, Delilah.”
Oh.
Shit.
The way he’s treating her tells me something went down with the two of them last night, because they’re both tense, on edge, and he’s being a real dick which must mean I’m missing part of this story. The way he just spoke to her then confirms that. Oh boy, why do I have to get stuck between all the drama?
Yikes.
“Excuse me?” Delilah whisper hisses. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
Oh my, I can’t say I’ve heard Delilah swear much.
Hugh grunts, crossing his arms. “Oh, I’m serious.”
“You never even gave me a chance, and now I know why! You’re a piece of shit, Hugh. A horrible person. I wish I never met you.”
Delilah loses it, screaming the last part.
I take a step back.
“I gave you a fuckin’ chance, I let you and your family walk all over me and treat me like I had a god damned disease just to try and make it work. You and I were never goin’ to fit together, Delilah. Don’t act like you’re shocked, you can’t fuckin’ stand me. You just liked the idea of havin’ some control.”
“If I couldn’t stand you, I wouldn’t have bothered, Hugh. I wanted to make it work for Starla, but you’ve let her down just like you’ve let me down. You don’t deserve her. Everybody was right about you.”
Oh. Shit.
“The only person lettin’ her down is you and your stuck-up fuckin’ bitch of an attitude. How many times was I the one to step up for her because you had better things to do? She has a closer bond with Maggie than you. Better watch your fuckin’ mouth, you’re takin’ on the wrong person.”
“Okay, okay,” I say, putting up my hands. “Now isn’t the time, guys. You need to calm down.”
“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down,” Delilah screams.
Right.
This is going exceptionally well.
Shit is about to hit the fan.
14
I sit outside, waiting for the fire to stop raging inside, but so far, it hasn’t.
Delilah and Hugh have been screaming and yelling all morning and the second her friends and her mom got involved, shit just got worse. They’re ganging up on him, and I hate it. I hate it because he doesn’t deserve to be standing there copping it from everyone around him. He has the right for it to be done in private.
As for me, I’ve been sitting with Star all morning, getting glared at, hissed at, and generally treated like pond scum by everyone that walks past. Including Delilah’s family. They all think I’m some whore now, someone who swooped in and took Delilah’s man, but that’s so far from the truth. Of course, there is no point in me trying to explain myself, people like them only believe what they want.
So, I sit here and do my own thing because there is really no point in doing anything else. I need them to take me home, and I have no idea if I’ve got a job still, so for now, I’m stuck here waiting for them to decide my future.
What a wonderful feeling.
Hugh comes storming out just as I’m about to get up and walk on the beach. He looks angry, his fists clenched, his face red, his entire body trembling. “Get Star’s stuff and put her in the car, we’re goin’.”
Oh. Wait, what?
“Star?” I ask, shaking my head in confusion. “We’re taking Star.”
“Fuckin’ yes we’re takin’ Star. That bitch is not goin’ to take my daughter away from me, she’s already threatenin’ to and if she so much as tries, I’ll bury her.”
Okay, things are way too heated.
If Hugh takes Star, he’ll risk his chances of getting any sort of custody over her and I’m not going to let him do that. Delilah will simply call the police the second he does. I carefully stand and look up at him. “Do you trust me?”