Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Chapter fifty-two
Carrie
Idon’t know how long I lay on the couch, weeping away my emotions but when it’s over, it’s over. I have to pee. As crazy as it is, that’s what brings me back to the present, to me. The need to take care of myself on some level, I guess. I stand up and without any real decision to do so, go upstairs to the bathroom. I go pee only to discover that I’ve started my period, because of course it’s early. I'm a ball of stress, that must have been a trigger. And yes, this has to happen right now and of course, I don’t have enough of what I need to manage this new-found problem until morning.
I contemplate ordering online, but I don’t even have my computer. Reid does and he also has my bag with important items, most of which I can buy tomorrow but I need my MacBook. Actually, I have my old one that I kept for emergencies when I upgraded. So yes, I could order online, but tampons, aren’t exactly something I want the delivery boy delivering. Leaving, however, means potentially running into Reid. Is he still downstairs? No. Surely not. It’s been about forty-five minutes now.
I fix my face the best I can and decide that I’ll run to the corner store but to be safe, I dial the security desk. “Is the man that was waiting on me still there?”
“He left about fifteen minutes ago.”
He left. Of course he left. I knew he would. “Thanks.” I disconnect, slip on a hoodie and head for the door. The coast is clear. The man I thought might be falling in love with me while I fell in love with him, left.
Once I’m in the elevator I hold my breath anyway. He won’t be in the lobby. I was just told that he’s not. I don’t want him to be there. I so want him to be in the lobby, and that’s a problem. I can’t trust him. I need to remember that I cannot be with a man who I’m sixty seconds from falling in love with who I can’t trust. How can I even fall in love with someone I don’t trust? Does that mean I do trust him? Or that I’m just a fool who wants to trust him, therefore, I’m convincing myself that I can trust him? Why am I thinking these things? He was horrible to me at the party. No one who cares about you acts like that. I’m business with a side of sex. I press my hands to my face with anger and pain. The doors open and my heart thunders in my chest, adrenaline surging through me.
I exit the car and scan the lobby to find no signs of Reid, a discovery that stabs me in the heart because I’m one big self-destructive mess right now, apparently. Or I will be if I don’t watch myself. The man not only kept something huge from me, I know he’s got another secret. I know he knows something about my father and he won’t tell me. Obviously it’s something he believes will turn me against him.
I hurry out of the door and my eyes land on the railing where Reid and I had met that night, not long ago, because as he pointed out, we have not been together long enough for it to be long ago. He’s not there. Of course, he’s not. Why would he stand there when I’m inside?
I rush down the sidewalk and hurry to the store. I grab a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, a candy bar, skittles, and almost forget my tampons because I’m on my period and heartbroken, which apparently makes sugar a critical need, and brain cells optional. I can’t be heartbroken. Reid was right. We haven’t been seeing each other that long. I need that ice cream. Which will mean, I’ll then need to work out in the building gym twice as long next week because I can’t run, since I’ve bumped into Reid doing just that before. I really need to call the realtor. I have to move. If I give up everything, no one can take it from me anyway. I need to stop. I’m rambling in my own head. I’m having a rambling conversation with myself.
Ben and Jerry’s, here I come.
I’m almost back to my building when my gaze falls on that same spot by the railing this time, but this time, Reid is there and my heart explodes into a charge at the sight of him. He’s leaning forward, his head bowed, and even from a hundred feet away, I can feel the torment radiating off of him. God. I want to go to him. I want to kiss him and touch him and tell him I trust him, but how do I know his torment is about me and us? How do I know it’s not about letting his grand plan go awry? I have a random flashback of us on the beach and Reid telling me how into me he was.