Page 118 of Giving In

Under the torrential rain, I see a man getting out of a black Porsche Cayenne, walking around and opening the door for her. The headlights are blinding me, but I still see her small form sliding into the car. She’s not even looking my way. So that’s it? That’s the guy she’s choosing over me? And she thinks I’m just going to accept it?

I hurry toward the car as herboyfriendmakes his way back to the other side. I can’t see shit, but I don’t care, I’m not giving up.

“Hey!” I bark at him.

He stops just as his hand is reaching the door and turns my way, slowly walking to me. The beast inside me roars back to life. I need to let the anger out and this guy is the perfect outlet. I put a hand in front of my eyes to try and shield my vision from the headlights, and take a step toward him. His face finally comes into view and it takes me a second to understand.

My heart skips a beat before violently attempting to get out of my chest. It pounds against my ribcage, trying to destroy it on its way out. My blood freezes, my head spins.

“N-Nate?” I choke.

That’s impossible. How much did I fucking drink?

“Jake,” he smiles. That wicked smile only the devil himself has perfected. “How have you been, brother?”