Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“I…you…you’ve been crying.”
“That wasn’t you. It was him. We had it out last night like planned and it didn’t go well. He and I are done and the rest of you are just going to have to deal with it.”
Color ran from her face. “Done?”
“So very much done.”
“Since I don’t know your side, I can’t say, but from what I know, Loon, it really seems to me like you both need to try to park all the emotion that’s getting in the way and hear each other out.”
“We did that last night.”
She studied me closely as she said, “I don’t think so.”
“I do. And that’s all that counts in this scenario. Now, I’m still pissed at you because that was some bullshit yesterday. So you need to give me some space. And I’m pissed at the Angels because they went along with that bullshit of doing a job without me or even any input from me, so do me a favor. Get them to give me some space too. I’ll get over it. You know I will. But I need some time.”
“We can give you time. And I’ll give you time, but before I do that, I want you to know, I talked to Cap about what I said, also sharing how my mouth ran away with me when Harlow and Javi were going through their thing. He says he thinks it’s cool, how out there we are with each other. How we don’t let shit fester. He also thinks what I said to you was really not right, and he shared I need to get a handle on thinking before speaking. And he’s right. That’s twice I let my mouth run away from me, and I’m ashamed of the first time, I’m kicking myself I let there be a second.”
That meant a lot to me, but I wasn’t in the space to give her that verbally in the mo’.
Instead, I communicated it with my eyes (we were best bitches, we could do that kind of thing, and I could tell she got my message), before I said, “I’m going to karaoke, but not with you guys. Dream texted this morning. I’m third wheel on her date with Byron.”
She made a face.
I felt her reaction to my bones.
“I think she’s freaked out,” I explained. “Byron heard us talking about karaoke, suggested it to her, and she thought it was a good way to have a date without having too much pressure. How I factor in this, I can’t fathom. But I’m hellbent on the success of my We’re Gonna Be Functional Sisters If It Kills Me, Dammit Plan, so I’m going on a date with my grown-ass sister, mother of three children, like I’m some kind of regency chaperone.”
Raye pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t laugh.
At her reaction, I didn’t admit it then, but I felt some relief that little chat was over, and she knew we’d be all right.
However, she knew this because we always were.
That was true friendship. You didn’t get along every second. But after you didn’t, you sorted it out, gave a person you cared about space to be human and make mistakes, you both learned from it and moved on.
Not to mention, normally, this sitch with Dream and Byron was funny. If you weren’t the one who had to play third wheel on their date.
But the way my life was right then, I wasn’t laughing.
As such, I turned my back on my bestest bestie and walked away.
Okay, ranking the five worst days of my life.
Day five: when my family carried through with Dream’s intervention, one of the results of which was, instead of her just being consistently annoyed with me, for some reason, this turned the full force of her vitriol on me.
Day four: yesterday with the one-two punch of Raye and the Angels doing business without me, and Knox’s and my most recent blowout.
Day three: when Raye and her dad learned all that had gone down with Macy. Although it was closure, the news was never going to be good. And it wasn’t. Watching my bestie, her dad and her stepmom go through finally putting Macy to rest was agony.
Day two: getting the phone call when I learned Knox got shot, but this was only at number two because he was going to be all right.
And the overall winner: Knox and me breaking up.
All of that said, I was pretty sure this day fit in there somewhere, I just couldn’t figure out where, but I was thinking it was a tie with day four.
It wasn’t about Raye getting the girls to give me space. I’d asked for that, I couldn’t bitch about it.
Not to mention, I got a lot of we’re sorry looks, mingled with we’re worried looks, mingled with you need to talk to us looks.