Broken Love Story by Natasha Madison

Author:Natasha Madison [Madison, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Blake

She never answered my text, her words still lingering in my mind. The softness of it, day by day, a piece of us left behind. There are so many different things going on, and I am not going to sit and think about it. I’m not ready to.

The whole day, I cleaned the house and picked up shit. Packed away stuff. I was fixing the bed when she texted. I pressed FaceTime right away.

Her face fills the screen. “That was fast.”

“I was making the bed,” I tell her, laughing. “Just finished.”

“Just in time,” she says, smiling. “Did you eat dinner?” she asks, sitting at the kitchen counter.

“No,” I tell her. “Did you? Where are the girls?”

“I did not,” she says. “The girls were invited to my in-laws’ house for dinner.”

“Why didn’t you go with them?” I ask her, watching her face. Her brown eyes light today.

“I wasn’t really invited,” she tells me, and I roll my eyes.

“I’ve never seen you annoyed before,” she says, laughing. “It’s okay, really.”

“It so isn’t okay. What the fuck is it showing the girls?” I ask her, and I see her eyebrows pinch together. “It’s disrespectful not to invite you.”

“Honestly, it’s good to just be by myself,” she tells me. “We spent the day at the park taking pictures.” Her eyes light up. “I think I got some good ones.”

“Really?” I ask her, and she gets the camera to show me the ones she took. “Is that you doing a cartwheel?” I ask, laughing.

“Yeah. I tried anyway,” she tells me. “I gave Elliot Eric’s clothes.” She puts the camera down while she picks up her coffee cup and takes a drink. “It was a little tense there but …” She puts it down and comes closer to the phone, her face filling up the screen. “I showed him the letter. He wanted to take the picture of Hailey and Eric,” she says, and the hair on my neck goes on alert. “I didn’t let him take it or the letter.”

“You did good,” I tell her, not sure why it was the right move, or why it was a good idea not to have him hold it.

We chat for two hours when I hear the door open and the girls yell. “I’ll call you back in a bit,” she tells me, disconnecting, and I toss the phone to the side. I scroll through my phone, looking for Elliot’s number. I’m so close to calling him and fucking telling him what an asshole he is, but I don’t. Something stops me.

For the next two weeks, we continue our chats. More FaceTime conversations when the girls aren’t around. On Friday, her face isn’t the same. She looks worried.

“What’s the matter?” I ask her right away.

She looks at me. “The girls are going camping with Elliot tomorrow for the night.”

“Okay?” I ask her. “Do you not want them to go?”

“It’s not that; I know he would never hurt them,” she says. “It’s just I haven’t been without them overnight since before Eric.

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