Chapter 44: I love him
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I didn't want him to say the last word, after what we had just done, I didn't want to hear it. I understood, I thought and held up my hand to stop him.
"I get it. I will go." I did a quick look around to make sure I wasn't leaving and then went toward the door.
He rushed up behind me, holding the door open for me as we left his bedroom and headed down the stairs. The bands were louder and the visitor was still persistently ringing the door bell.
"Drake, let me in!!!"
I wanted to ask him who was at the door but I knew it wasn't my business. Heading toward the front door to leave, Drake grabbed my arm and hauled me in the opposite direction, passing an untouched bottle of whiskey on the counter.
"Back door. I don't want her to see you. There's a gate between our backyards." He swung open the patio door and I couldn't help but feel the impatience of my departure from him. "I'll call you later. He looked nervously over his shoulder back toward the front door and I felt my heart sink into my stomach.
I stepped out onto the patio and when I turned to say something to him, he had shut the door on my face and was already walking away from me. Shocked at what had just happened, I turned and found the gate he had just mentioned and snuck back into my own yard.
A part of me wanted to match back over there and demand answers, but I knew it wasn't my business. The questions swirling in my head were dangerous as I went inside and straight upstairs to the shower.
Did Drake have a girlfriend? Was that who was banging at the front door, I mean, it made sense with the whole scenery of pushing me out of the back door. He didn't seem to be the type of guy to chest on a girl friend, though. I never thought even he had one and he never once said a word. But, I've been here before. Looks can be deceiving and lies were easy to come by.
A cold chin ran over my skin as I stepped beneath the steaming hot shower spray. This is why I didn't want to get involved with another man so soon. They were liars and deceivers and I told myself I wouldn't go through this again. Why did I have to let my heart fall for him?! I'm so stupid! I knew I should have officially ended things between Drake and me in Ibiza. Now it was too late and I just became the home wrecker I hated with a passion.
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DRAKE'S POV
My head was spinning and I hadn't even taken a drink of that expensive whiskey on the counter yet, but after I open the front door I know I'll need a stiff drink.
I whipped open the front door and glared down at my little sister. She had gone MIA, according to Deb, a few days of go and I haven't been able to reach her. Now she stands on my front step, interrupting something between Lynn and me. I needed to tell her a lot of things and was building up the courage to do so when Dakota started banging on the door.
"Where the fuck have you been, Dakota?" I barked out, lunging forward to grab her arm and tug her inside before I slammed the door behind her.
"I fucked up, D," she whimpered. "I didn't want you to be disappointed in be for leaving again."
I shook my head at her. "Well, I'm fucking disappointed. I've helped you through some dark shit, Dakota, and helped you when no body would. Then you go fucking MIA on me? What the fuck is going on?"
She bit her bottom lip and tears began to build in her eyes. It was a tactic she used to use on our mother and it normally worked on her, but I was stone to her emotions. I knew these tears were fake and that she wanted me to feel sorry for her. Well, too fucking bad.
"I went back to Lex," she admitted.
Rage filled my insides and it took everything I had not to punch something. The man who beats the fuck out of my sister and gets her so fucking high she can't even function and she runs back to him.
"Are you a fucking idiot, Dakota? Do you realize the shit I went through to get you away from him and then you run back to the prick?!" I was shouting, not all concerned that I was probably frightening her right now.
"I love him," she sobbed out.
That was enough to make me fucking explode. I grabbed the vase from the front table and threw it, shattering it against the wall.
"You don't even know what love is, Dakota!!" It was true. We both grew up in a loveless home and our definition of love was so fucked up. Dakota loved him as much as she loved a needle in her arm. He was convenience, nothing more.
"I do!" She cried. "He takes care of me."
"Ha! He takes care of your drug habit and your sexual hunger." I knew this all too well because Dakota's life was like a broken record. Lex just so happened to be the next guy providing her with what she thought she needed.
Dakota said nothing, looking around with confusion before she glared at me.
"What took you so long to answer the door? Was I interrupting something?"
I groaned, running a hand over my face. "That's none of your fucking business. Go up and take a shower, I'll get us some food." But before she could reach the stairs, I grabbed her arm and forced her to look at me. "This is the last time I help you, Dakota. If you go back to Lex after this, consider our relationship over."
