Part 51 (1/2)
Crossing his arms over his chest, he gives me a pointed look. ”Mom told me to come apologize. But since I did nothing wrong, I refuse to. But tell her I did.”
Is he being real? ”Please, I'm not covering for you ever again.”
He rolls his eyes. ”Such a f.u.c.king drama queen.”
”And you're a d.i.c.k.”
”I don't know why you can't do what you're told.”
”'Cause you aren't my dad. You're nothing to me. So, bye, Felicia.”
He glares, and for the first time in my whole life, I'm scared. What the h.e.l.l is wrong with him? ”You've always been so jealous of me. Get over it. You can't be me.”
Confused, I shake my head. ”I don't want to be you, and I never wanted to be. I only wanted you to love me. I've tried to love you, even when you don't deserve my love, but you're so cruel to me.”
”I don't want it,” he yells at me. ”I don't want anything from you but for you to disappear. You know what?” he sneers, coming into my room, stopping in front of my bed. ”I wish you had died. I wish you were never born. You ruin everything. You're nothing but a waste of s.p.a.ce.”
My heart just hurts as I go up on my knees, holding his gaze. ”What did I do to you, Matty? Why on earth do you feel all this animosity toward me? You're supposed to love me.”
”I don't, and I never will. You stole something from me that I can't ever get back, and I'll never forgive you for that!”
Confused, I search my brain for any basis for his accusation, but nothing comes to mind. ”What the h.e.l.l? What?”
He shakes his head. ”Just f.u.c.king disappear. Don't come back. No one loves you anyway.”
Whoa. Wait.
That was one of the last texts Caleb sent to me. Word for word.
But before I can stop him, though I really don't know why I would, he stomps out of my room, slamming my door hard, and rattling the pictures on the wall. Falling back on my haunches, I just shake my head. What was he talking about? And why would he say those things? Those exact things? I just don't get it, but I have no problem doing what he said. He doesn't want me in his life, fine. There is someone out there who does.
Someone I love.
And I can't let this go on any longer.
Opening my texts, I hit Jace's name.
Me: Can you talk?
He answers within seconds.
Jace: Yeah.
After touching his number, I don't have to wait long before his voice comes over the line. ”Hey.” His voice holds so much promise it hurts, and my eyes fall shut.
”Hey,” I say shyly, chewing on my nails as silence stretches between us. Clearing my throat, I look up at the ceiling, blinking back the tears as I whisper, ”I love the video.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. ”Jayden is a d.i.c.k.”
I smile. ”Yeah, but then you gotta thank him, 'cause I want to talk.”
”Yeah, I guess,” he says softly. ”But I don't want to do it over the phone, Avery. This isn't something that can be solved with words. I need to feel you against me. I need to look into your eyes, wipe away your tears.”
Swallowing hard, I nod, a tear rolling down my cheek. I miss him so much. ”Yeah, I agree.”
”Did you drive to the airport?”
”No, I had a car pick me up.”
”Can I pick you up?”
My heart flutters as I slowly nod. ”I would love that.”
”What time does your plane get in?”
”7:10 on Monday night.”
”You couldn't change it to earlier?”
”No, I already tried. Everything was booked.”
”Can you send me the flight info?”
”Yeah.”
”I'll be there.”
”Awesome,” I say breathlessly, my chest feeling empty from where he has my heart. ”I miss you.”
”G.o.d, Avery, I miss you so f.u.c.king much,” he groans. ”I just want you home now.”
”Me too,” I whisper. ”I hate it here.”
”Two days. And then I'll take you to get ice cream, we'll talk, and we'll leave all this nonsense in the past. Okay?”
”Okay.”
”Because I love you, Avery. I love you so f.u.c.king much.”
”I love you.” Swallowing hard, I bite into my lip. ”I'm sorry.”
”No, not now. Wait. Because I need to say it too.”
I blink back the tears as I nod slowly. ”Okay, but how's your leg?”
He chuckles. ”Well, because I kicked in your door, they wouldn't let me play last night and we lost.”
”So I guess that's my fault?”
”I mean, if you want the blame, I'll let you have it,” he teases and I grin. ”No, it's mine. I shouldn't have gotten so mad that I kicked your door.”