if this is right? What if he is everything you deserve and want? What if you really like him for him? Not this idea that you don't deserve him or his kindness. Let me ask you this, do you like him?"
"Yes, I really do."
"Then maybe you should let your guard down and give it a shot."
Oh she was wise for her age, and she reminded me that I was worth something special. I gave her a big hug and thanked her, then went inside and said our goodbyes. Buck walked us back to my place. I could tell he was concerned about me going outside.
I wanted to give this a fair shot, so when we got to my door, Annie went in, and I turned to him, grabbed his hands, and pulled him close. I stretched up to meet his lips, kissing him softly. I wanted him to know I did indeed like him. Buck kept the kiss light and on my terms. He truly was a wonderful man. We came apart from our kiss he smiled at me.
"Goodnight, Buck."
"Goodnight, Claire."
Chapter 9
Scott
Scott got into Claire's new place through the kitchen window. He found a box of pictures while he was going through her belongings. She had their wedding pictures in a box. Scott was so pissed, he taped it to the closet wall after he scratched out her face. Stupid bitch! How dare she hide their life in her closet? He was furious, and she would pay for making him so angry. His hands began to shake. He ran to Maggie's room and grabbed a few of her toys--he would need these later. He was about to rummage through the kitchen for something to eat, when he heard her bitch of a sister coming up the stairs. He quickly went out the way he’d come in and climbed down the emergency exit to his truck. Thank God he’d bought this old truck. Claire didn't know to look for it. He climbed into it and dropped the few toys he took on the passenger seat. He stared up at the window and waited to see when she found the photograph. She would definitely look around her apartment and check all the windows. This brought a smile to his face . You can't hide from me, Claire. I am your past and your only future.
Scott cracked open a can of beer and guzzled it down. He crushed the can in his hands and tossed it on the floor. He was opening another when he noticed her at the kitchen window.
"Yes, Claire, I came in through the window." His dick began to throb. He would have her back soon. He watched as she locked the window and walked away. Everything was falling in place, and she would pay for all the anger she had caused.
"You can't ever get away from me, Claire. I won't let you," Scott muttered to himself. He sat in the truck for a couple of hours and polished off a twelve pack of beer, observing as she and Annie left. He thought back to the day before when the dickhead saved her from falling off the porch. It pissed him off so bad, he punched the dash, leaving a crack in it. Then he just sat there and waited for her to return. Soon he would go talk some sense into her. When she finally did return, she parked near his old truck and he had to slide down in his seat so she wouldn't see him. She got out of the car, wearing heels. Scott's blood began to boil. Why the fuck was she dressed up? Was she meeting that dickhead again? Just then, Annie emerged from the other side and they walked down the alley away from the apartment.
"Where the fuck are you going, Claire?" He waited until they disappeared around the corner and got out of his truck. His head was a bit fuzzy from the beers. He followed behind them, pulling his baseball cap down low on his head. He stopped as they entered a bar another block down. He quickly made his way back to the truck and drove over to the bar. He parked across the street and tried to decide if he should go in. What the fuck is she doing here all dressed up like a whore? With that last thought his body was out the door. He walked across the street and looked into the window. He spied her by a table. She looked like a complete whore in that red dress. His hands tightened into fists as he
"Yes, I really do."
"Then maybe you should let your guard down and give it a shot."
Oh she was wise for her age, and she reminded me that I was worth something special. I gave her a big hug and thanked her, then went inside and said our goodbyes. Buck walked us back to my place. I could tell he was concerned about me going outside.
I wanted to give this a fair shot, so when we got to my door, Annie went in, and I turned to him, grabbed his hands, and pulled him close. I stretched up to meet his lips, kissing him softly. I wanted him to know I did indeed like him. Buck kept the kiss light and on my terms. He truly was a wonderful man. We came apart from our kiss he smiled at me.
"Goodnight, Buck."
"Goodnight, Claire."
Chapter 9
Scott
Scott got into Claire's new place through the kitchen window. He found a box of pictures while he was going through her belongings. She had their wedding pictures in a box. Scott was so pissed, he taped it to the closet wall after he scratched out her face. Stupid bitch! How dare she hide their life in her closet? He was furious, and she would pay for making him so angry. His hands began to shake. He ran to Maggie's room and grabbed a few of her toys--he would need these later. He was about to rummage through the kitchen for something to eat, when he heard her bitch of a sister coming up the stairs. He quickly went out the way he’d come in and climbed down the emergency exit to his truck. Thank God he’d bought this old truck. Claire didn't know to look for it. He climbed into it and dropped the few toys he took on the passenger seat. He stared up at the window and waited to see when she found the photograph. She would definitely look around her apartment and check all the windows. This brought a smile to his face . You can't hide from me, Claire. I am your past and your only future.
Scott cracked open a can of beer and guzzled it down. He crushed the can in his hands and tossed it on the floor. He was opening another when he noticed her at the kitchen window.
"Yes, Claire, I came in through the window." His dick began to throb. He would have her back soon. He watched as she locked the window and walked away. Everything was falling in place, and she would pay for all the anger she had caused.
"You can't ever get away from me, Claire. I won't let you," Scott muttered to himself. He sat in the truck for a couple of hours and polished off a twelve pack of beer, observing as she and Annie left. He thought back to the day before when the dickhead saved her from falling off the porch. It pissed him off so bad, he punched the dash, leaving a crack in it. Then he just sat there and waited for her to return. Soon he would go talk some sense into her. When she finally did return, she parked near his old truck and he had to slide down in his seat so she wouldn't see him. She got out of the car, wearing heels. Scott's blood began to boil. Why the fuck was she dressed up? Was she meeting that dickhead again? Just then, Annie emerged from the other side and they walked down the alley away from the apartment.
"Where the fuck are you going, Claire?" He waited until they disappeared around the corner and got out of his truck. His head was a bit fuzzy from the beers. He followed behind them, pulling his baseball cap down low on his head. He stopped as they entered a bar another block down. He quickly made his way back to the truck and drove over to the bar. He parked across the street and tried to decide if he should go in. What the fuck is she doing here all dressed up like a whore? With that last thought his body was out the door. He walked across the street and looked into the window. He spied her by a table. She looked like a complete whore in that red dress. His hands tightened into fists as he
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