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I sneered. “This was the only way I could?—”
“Could what, Alexander James?! Find me? This was the only way you could do this?” She laughed, her hand moving to her hips. “You really think so little of me now? You don’t think that if you had gone to Danny and gotten my phone number that you couldn’t have called me and said, ‘Hey, let’s meet up and talk,’ that I would have just shut you down? Told you to go fuck yourself and went on with my life?”
I relished the sound of my whole name on her tongue. She was the only person that could make me savor my own name. It was obviously a habit she couldn’t filter out in the heat of this moment. “How was I going to find you, Wren!? You fucking up and moved your life to who fucking knows where. I didn’t know how to get ahold of you. You don’t live in that house anymore.” I realized my mistake immediately. Smacking my hand to my face and dragging it down.
Stupid mouth.
I had always been so careful with what I said to her before. Evaluating my words before saying anything to make sure I didn’t say something that would remind her of before.
“What did you expect me to do! Did you want me to continue to live in that fucking house? Just go in there and clean the blood up off the floor and throw the sheets in the wash, continue like nothing happened?” She covered her mouth with her hand, head subtly shaking. Her voice softened. I could clearly see her now. The look on her face was that same look she gave me when she asked me for help. It was a scared, horror-filled look. “Alex, I thought you were. . .” She shook her head, eyes hardening. “You know what, no. I don’t have to tell you shit. You come here to accuse me? Call me a whore?”
“Hey!” My voice shot out in the night. I lowered it, not trying to cause more of a scene than we already had. Several people were loitering on the sidewalks, watching the fight play out.
I took a step toward her. “I never called you a whore.”
“No? That’s not what you were implying? Fuck you, Alex.”She brushed past me and continued up the sidewalk, her pace quickening.
I followed behind her. “Wren! Stop.” I stared at her bare feet on the street, and the memories of that day came back to me. I reached out without thinking, grabbing her by her arm to pull her to a stop. In one motion she turned, connected her foot to my balls.
“Ah! Fuck!” I doubled over grabbing myself.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” She turned away from me, and started to head up the street.
“Fuck.” I managed to keep from crumpling to my knees, leaning against the brick wall of a building. “You thought I was what?” I managed to say through the pain, stopping in her tracks.
She turned back to me, her hands on her hips. For a moment, her eyes softened and there was concern in her eyes.
“I thought you were dead.”
CHAPTER 36
WREN
Alex threwhis head back and laughed.
He fuckinglaughed.
It wasn’t even one of those shocked chuckles. It was full-bellied; he had to lean against the brick wall to support himself laugh.
“You have got to be shitting me.” He straightened, pushed himself off the brick wall to stand in front of me. He dragged a hand down his face. “So that’s it? I’m suppose to believe that you thought I was dead?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off.
“You know, Wren, I could have believed a lot of things, but this? This is just fucking ridiculous.” He turned his back to me and started to walk away.
This was the angriest I had ever been with him. He turned his back on me, wouldn’t even give me the benefit of the doubt?
I chucked my heel at him, nailing him in the back of the head. He grabbed the back of his head, looking at me with wide eyes.
“Fuck you, Alex!” I threw my other heel at him but he dodged it. “Aftereverythingwe have been through, you want to call me a liar?” I shook my head. “I didn’t know you were the type to ask for proof, but fine.” I reached for the necklace that was tucked behind my high neckline dress, tugging hard to snap the cord,then I tossed it at him. He didn’t catch it, but the sound of metal on concrete could be heard as it pinged to the ground.
The necklace he left on my bedside table that day. His father’s wedding band.
He crouched down and picked it up. His face softened at the sight of it.
“There’s your fucking proof.” I let the information sink in a bit. Once he looked up at me, I didn’t give him a chance to speak. “If I really ‘forgot’ you, I wouldn’t have been wearing that every day for the last six years, now would I?”
I turned my back to him and walked barefoot to my car. “Get in your car and follow me. I have moreproofat home.”
