Liam
The last two days, Quinn has been super snippy and look, I know she doesn’t feel good. I understand that, really, I do. I also understand that she’s dying to go back to work. But fuck, all I’m trying to do is help. I’m not sure what stomach flu this is, but it’s hitting hard. I’ve been taking vitamin C because I’ll be damned if I get this too. I want nothing else but to wrap her up in a little cocoon and make all her pain and sickness go away, but sadly, it’s not like that.
I know she’s going back to work today, so the plan is to go in and sit for a while. I want to make sure she’s okay since it’s her first day back. Plus, I want to make sure I haven’t done anything to fuck this up. The last time someone was this short with me, I got dumped soon after. Although we’re not together together , I’d still like to be in her good graces.
I look in the mirror and fix the stray hair that’s sticking up. She’s sucked my cock, but I still gotta look good for my girl.
I head down the stairs and jump into the car. It’s mid-summer, so I know that by the time I leave her shop, there’s no way I’m going to want to run.
I turn the music up to feel-it-in-my-soul level and let the bass strum its way into my veins. If I can’t feel it as I walk away, then I don’t want it. I put the car into drive and make my way to her. I go the longer route so I can get an extra couple of songs in. Music and working out tend to be my therapy. There’s something that rattling music solves that nothing else can touch, and I love every second of it.
I park in front and jump out, then make my way to the door. I grab the handle and yank it open before announcing myself.
“Oh, Sugar Plum, I’m hereeee,” I sing.
She looks up at me and then back down at whatever she’s working on. The smile falls from my face, and my heart plummets out of my ass. I must’ve really fucked up. That always gets her to smile.
She turns and walks away, into the back room. There’s no way I’m going down without a fight, though. I place a hand on the counter and jump over it, landing with a thud on the other side. I stalk after her, determined to have my say. I’ve never been back here. I’m hoping there aren’t too many doors for her to hide behind.
As I turn the corner she made, I find nothing but a single employee-only restroom. I look around, making sure there’s no one else before I slowly push the door open. As I do, the sound of retching hits my ears.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I say as I rush in. I find the stall she’s in and push it open to find her kneeling over the porcelain bowl. I gather her hair at the nape of her neck before bending down and rubbing small circles on her back. She takes deep breaths, trying to calm herself before reaching up to flush. She pushes up and I scoot to the side before she shoulders past me. I stand and follow her to the sink. She’s gripping the edge with both hands, her knuckles turning white.
“Baby, what’s—”
“Fucking stop,” she cuts me off.
I stop talking, allowing her to say whatever she wants.
“Just stop,” she says again, her voice cracking. Tears well in her eyes. What the fuck did I do?
“You’re just always here and I need to fucking breathe. Please, just go.”
“Qui—”
“Get out, ,” she yells. “Just fucking go.”
My eyes scan her face, looking for some joke to be had. The tears start rolling down from hers as I take a step back and then another. She turns back around, gripping the edge again as her shoulders shake with hard sobs. I grab the door and walk out, just like she asked me to. I don’t say a word as I leave, get in my car, and drive home.
We need to talk.
I’m sorry about what happened.
I just…
Can we meet? We really really need to talk.
It’s been a few hours since she yelled at me to leave. I’ve been staring at the ceiling, trying to think about where I went wrong.
I stare at my screen as I try to process what I’m seeing.
Quinn: Where?
The beach?
Quinn: Sure, I’ll see you in a little.