13. Rory
Chapter 13
Rory
I’m so stupid. I don’t know why I thought things would be different today. Last night was just simple, but it felt like Noah and I shared something special. It didn’t feel forced either, but it did feel… real.
I’m an idiot. It’s not like Noah didn’t lay it out for me. I can’t even blame him.
I blame me.
I’m not going to play the fool again, though.
Noah is crazy if he thinks I’ll be waiting for him when he gets back. I’d rather die than have him between my legs, knowing how much he dislikes me. Last night it felt like he saw the real me, that he liked me. He doesn’t even want me to say hello to his son. I’m pretty sure that’s a clear sign that he’s not worth my time.
I was right. He is a fucking asshole. I’m a good person and I really like his little boy. It’s his loss. I’ve been alone for a while now. It’s not like I can’t be happy that way. I’ve been happier by myself here in Montana than I ever was when I was surrounded by family. I need to remember that and not open myself up again.
I walk back inside my house… deflated.
The first thing I need to do is get ready and leave. I have the early shift at work and I’ll need to leave soon so I can make it in time anyway. I haven’t fixed my tire, but today is pay day so I’ll get Max at the garage to come put on a new tire and fill up my tank. I’ll be completely busted, but I’ll survive until the next pay period.
I go into my bedroom and looking at the bed I get sick to my stomach. I stare at the wall beside my bed, the same wall that apparently Noah shares.
I won’t be sleeping here tonight.
It sucks, but I’ll be moving into my guest room—at least until I can pay someone to redo my damn wall and make it soundproof. I grab my keys and then grab the lunch I fixed earlier this morning. It’s nothing more than a peanut butter sandwich, but it’s much cheaper to eat that than trying to buy food. After buying a tire, I’ll probably be living on peanut butter this week.
But I’ll survive.
I head outside and stop at my car to grab my sunglasses out of it. I freeze when I look down at the tire and notice it’s not flat anymore. It looks fine. I push on it and nothing happens. I look around. Noah is still gone, but he’s the only one who knew it was flat. He had to be the one to fix it. I don’t know what to think of that. I don’t even know how to process it, but I know one thing.
It might make me a bitch but I’m not going to thank him.
I’m going to ignore him. He deserves it.