21. It All Had To Go
IT ALL HAD TO GO
S am
Normally, I’d be scrolling my phone right now, trying to figure out what she was doing, where she was. Not that it did anything to help me. The bitch had somehow changed her number and disappeared completely–but not fast enough. Not before I’d found her again.
She’d left. She’d left everything we’d built together and ran like a stupid bitch. Set it on fire and bailed on what I thought was love. No—what I knew was love. I fucking loved her, and she treated me like some meaningless guy in her life. She abandoned me and everything we could’ve had together.
She had to go. Whether that meant she had to go home finally or simply cease to exist. She needed to pick me. I wasn’t sure if I actually cared what she wanted, but something inside of my chest was forcing me to do something—to act on those feelings.
Rage. That’s what it was. I enjoyed the rage.
I watched her get out of her new boyfriend's truck. Imposter. Maybe I’d drive him off the road, too. It felt like a solid option. He didn’t deserve to continue breathing for touching what was mine. She deserved worse for allowing him to touch her.
“Dumb bitch,” I muttered to myself. I drank the last bit of my slushy, tossing the trash on the floor of my pickup truck. Being alone was making me a bit…unstable, it seemed. I was used to being surrounded by other people. Work, parties, the bar, the gambling halls.
People were always around me, spending time with me, doting on me. I enjoyed it. The attention. Thrived on it. That’s what my mom said before she cut me off. She was a dumb bitch, too.
I watched my girl walk into work—The Roadhouse.
It was a nice place. The perfect place for her, really.
Hopefully, she’d saved up money for us to get a new place together again.
I’d kinda fucked ours up when she left…rage again.
Unfortunate for our security deposit, it seemed.
I wasn’t sure how that worked—Aspen handled all of that for me.
“Time for the next phase of the plan to get my girl back.” I started my truck and drove the few blocks back to her apartment, stopping when I was a block away.
I probably could’ve just walked the entire thing, but I didn’t want anyone to see me that close to her work and then her apartment. Couldn’t be too careful these days.
I leaned down over the passenger seat for a quick inhale from the small baggy I had in my glove compartment. I’d have to hide this better from her. She wouldn’t like it one bit, but that wasn’t my problem just yet. Yet.
Hopping out of the truck, I jogged across the street, pulling out the key to her building.
Up the stairs, another key, and I was in her apartment.
I was almost ashamed at how much money I’d paid to have one of her low-life neighbors copy me a key.
Her apartment key was a bit more complicated, but I was determined.
As I walked in, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but this…wasn’t it. The canvases were stacked in the corner of the room, her clothes hanging in the closet, her blankets a hideous shade that I never would’ve allowed her to bring home.
This was it—the truth was out. She was lost without me.
It all had to go.