that night. I’ve wanted to do whatever I could to make you happy, but it just wasn’t enough.”
A tear falls from her eyes. As much as I want to move to her, embrace her, and change her mind…I can’t.
“I’m sorry, Christian. Things have always been complicated with Dault. I just can’t drag you along while I’m not sure what could be between Dault and me. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Sliding to the edge of the booth, I lean my head into my hands. What I’m about to say to her is going to rip me apart inside, but I have no choice.
“I get it. Like I said, I knew this was coming, I just didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to fall for his shit again.”
“Christian,” she gasps.
“No, don’t even. I’m not the right guy for you and I won’t sit back and watch him hurt you. It’s been fun while it lasted, Etty, but I’m done. Have a nice life and don’t call me when he breaks your heart. I won’t have the courage to tell you I told you so.”
Her mouth drops wide open, a look of hurt and shock across her face. I can’t and won’t feel for her—she’s already destroyed me. Just when I thought I had found the one, she pushed me away for a man that will never be good enough.
Chapter 11
Storming out of the diner, I don’t know which way to turn. The emotions running through me are unexplainable—I’m so furious that I can’t even catch my breath. She can’t be serious; he’s nothing but a low life piece of trash that will only hurt her more.
As I rush to my car, I kick the side in with my boot. Getting into the driver’s side seat, I slam my fists into the steering wheel. I need to get out of here before I lose my mind.
Pulling out of the lot and onto the highway, I drive…to where, I don’t know. I need a way to vent these frustrations, to scream at the top of my lungs and find a way to forget her .
Taking a moment to plan out my course of action, I turn off onto the next exit. I need a release, a way to fight through the rage coursing through my veins. The only way I know how to do that is to drown my sorrow in a bottle of Jack. Following the road about another half mile, I turn off into Dukes. If nothing else, a few shots should help me numb the pain. If not, I’ll just go home and drink myself unconscious.
I pull the car into the lot, park, and get out, slamming the door shut. Moving into the establishment, I feel like the biggest loser.
Who the fuck goes to a bar in the middle of the day?
Me, that’s who. A man with no sense of worth or a life to call his own.
As I walk to the bar, I see a few other patrons sitting around eating lunch. Yeah, food would be a good idea right about now. I haven’t eaten anything substantial since dinner last night with Etty.
Her name alone, crossing my mind, brings pain to my chest.
Taking a seat on an available stool, I wait for the bartender to recognize my presence. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that he’s walking in my direction.
“Hey, man, what can I get for you?”
Looking up at him, I decide what will be the quickest way to numb my pain and heartache.
“I’ll take a double Jack, straight up, and a bottle of Miller Lite.”
“Sure thing, pal, do you want a menu to go along with that liquid lunch?”
I stare back at him, a look of disgust drawing across my face.
“Nah, man, I’m good,” I spit back at him.
As he walks away, I begin to scan the bar. A couple is sitting to the left and a single man to my right. As the bartender comes back with my poison, I can feel a presence come from behind me and take a seat on the stool next to me.
Tipping back the glass of amber liquor, I swallow hard and look to my right.
“Hi,” she says in a somber tone.
Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I face forward and reach for the bottle of beer.
“Looks like you’ve had just as bad of a day as I have.”
Ignoring her chatter, I lift my now empty glass, signaling for the bartender to give me another double. I
A tear falls from her eyes. As much as I want to move to her, embrace her, and change her mind…I can’t.
“I’m sorry, Christian. Things have always been complicated with Dault. I just can’t drag you along while I’m not sure what could be between Dault and me. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Sliding to the edge of the booth, I lean my head into my hands. What I’m about to say to her is going to rip me apart inside, but I have no choice.
“I get it. Like I said, I knew this was coming, I just didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to fall for his shit again.”
“Christian,” she gasps.
“No, don’t even. I’m not the right guy for you and I won’t sit back and watch him hurt you. It’s been fun while it lasted, Etty, but I’m done. Have a nice life and don’t call me when he breaks your heart. I won’t have the courage to tell you I told you so.”
Her mouth drops wide open, a look of hurt and shock across her face. I can’t and won’t feel for her—she’s already destroyed me. Just when I thought I had found the one, she pushed me away for a man that will never be good enough.
Chapter 11
Storming out of the diner, I don’t know which way to turn. The emotions running through me are unexplainable—I’m so furious that I can’t even catch my breath. She can’t be serious; he’s nothing but a low life piece of trash that will only hurt her more.
As I rush to my car, I kick the side in with my boot. Getting into the driver’s side seat, I slam my fists into the steering wheel. I need to get out of here before I lose my mind.
Pulling out of the lot and onto the highway, I drive…to where, I don’t know. I need a way to vent these frustrations, to scream at the top of my lungs and find a way to forget her .
Taking a moment to plan out my course of action, I turn off onto the next exit. I need a release, a way to fight through the rage coursing through my veins. The only way I know how to do that is to drown my sorrow in a bottle of Jack. Following the road about another half mile, I turn off into Dukes. If nothing else, a few shots should help me numb the pain. If not, I’ll just go home and drink myself unconscious.
I pull the car into the lot, park, and get out, slamming the door shut. Moving into the establishment, I feel like the biggest loser.
Who the fuck goes to a bar in the middle of the day?
Me, that’s who. A man with no sense of worth or a life to call his own.
As I walk to the bar, I see a few other patrons sitting around eating lunch. Yeah, food would be a good idea right about now. I haven’t eaten anything substantial since dinner last night with Etty.
Her name alone, crossing my mind, brings pain to my chest.
Taking a seat on an available stool, I wait for the bartender to recognize my presence. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that he’s walking in my direction.
“Hey, man, what can I get for you?”
Looking up at him, I decide what will be the quickest way to numb my pain and heartache.
“I’ll take a double Jack, straight up, and a bottle of Miller Lite.”
“Sure thing, pal, do you want a menu to go along with that liquid lunch?”
I stare back at him, a look of disgust drawing across my face.
“Nah, man, I’m good,” I spit back at him.
As he walks away, I begin to scan the bar. A couple is sitting to the left and a single man to my right. As the bartender comes back with my poison, I can feel a presence come from behind me and take a seat on the stool next to me.
Tipping back the glass of amber liquor, I swallow hard and look to my right.
“Hi,” she says in a somber tone.
Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I face forward and reach for the bottle of beer.
“Looks like you’ve had just as bad of a day as I have.”
Ignoring her chatter, I lift my now empty glass, signaling for the bartender to give me another double. I
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