Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“You left,” he says simply, ignoring my harsh tone and words. “You fucking upped and left.”
“Yep.”
“You didn’t say goodbye.”
“Nope.”
His brows pull together. “You didn’t say goodbye to nobody.”
“Anybody,” I correct and he throws his cigar on the ground and pops a piece of gum into his mouth.
“Your fancy ass can’t handle the way I talk no more?”
I don’t want to admit to him that the way he talks still makes my stomach flutter. “Get to the point, Kane.”
“Been a long time since you said my name like that, babe.”
“Wish I’d never had to say it to begin with.”
He chuckles and rolls his shoulders but then his face returns to how it was. Guess I’m not escaping this “talk” that easy. “You gonna tell me why you left?”
“Because I was done with your loser ass,” I retort harshly. “Wanted better than you. Wanted better than this.”
“You weren’t complaining when you were bouncing on my cock on the back of your bike, in the back of my car, in your mee-maw’s bed and every fucking place else you made me put my dick in you.”
“I was a dumb kid. I thought you were the best I could get. Worshipped you. Had you on this pedestal because you were the hottest guy in school. That’s all it was.”
“Yeah?” he asks, his tone bitter, his teeth gritted. “What the fuck changed, Immy?”
“We didn’t have shit! I was tired of having nothing.” I press my palms against his shoulders and shove. “You gave me nothing but shit.”
“That’s a fucking lie and you know it!” He pushes me back, just like when we were kids, but not as hard. “We had it all. Might not’a been much, but what we had was everything.”
“It’s cute that you thought that.” With my fingers scraping my hair back, I smirk at him, relishing in the confusion in his gaze, the pain hidden in their depths. Even now, after all this time there’s pain. “I was playing you, Kane Jessop. That was my plan, right… make you fall for me and leave you high and dry. Revenge for all those years of torment.”
“Fuck you. That ain’t the truth and we both know it.” He charges at me until my back is against the side of the house and his cigar and mint scented breath is fanning across my lips. “What we had was fucking insane but it was our kind of insane. It was real.” He presses his forehead to mine, angry, bitter, enraged and barely hanging on. “So what the fuck changed?”
I look away.
“Oh no, you don’t get to avoid me. Not again.” He grips my face with his hand and searches my eyes. “You look at me when we’re talking.”
“We’re done talking.”
“No we ain’t!”
“Then I’m done talking!” I shout.
“NO YOU AIN’T!” he booms so loud the neighbor’s dog starts barking.
“Let go of me.”
“Naw,” he holds me tighter. “Not letting you run from your past anymore. Time to face it, Immy. Time to face me. Why did you leave?”
“Because I couldn’t be here anymore.” My tone this time is softer, more defeated. “If you’re so bothered, why didn’t you come for me?”
He punches the wall by my head but I don’t flinch. I stopped flinching a long time ago. “I fucking did come for you. I didn’t stop looking for you.”
“You’re lying.”
He steps back, eyes flashing with hurt. “Am I? What the fuck do you know about it since you weren’t here?”
“I know you didn’t find me!” My bitterness at past events is being displayed in a way I don’t want it to be.
“I FUCKING TRIED!”
We stare at each other, hurt, hearts heavy, love lost.
“Just go,” I beg, wrapping my arms around myself. “Please. Kane. Just go.”
“Not until you tell me why.”
I sniff and wipe my tears on my arm, ducking out from under him so I can put some distance between us. “I hope you never find out.”
Mom knocks on the window, drawing our eyes to her darkened front beyond the glass. She’s holding my phone.
“Webber,” Kane grunts and spits on the ground. “He the one that got you that fancy car? Those fancy clothes you’re wearin’?” He stalks me back towards the house. “How much he pay you to fuck him every night? Wrap those thighs around his hips so he gets his three minutes? How much you worth these days, Imogen?”
I feel something hit my back and my entire body tenses with rage beyond the type of rage I’ve ever felt.
“Take my whole wallet on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
Turning, I look at the wallet on the hard, cold ground, and then at him with a furrowed brow and a dropped jaw. Is he for real?
“You think being vicious at our age is fun, or sexy? It’s not. Clearly one of us has outgrown the other.” I kick his wallet at him and pull out mine. “I’ll give you everything in my wallet to fix my fucking car so I can go home.”