Conflicted (The Existing Series Book 2) by Guilliams A.M

Author:Guilliams,A.M. [Guilliams,A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.M. Guilliams
Published: 2016-09-27T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The day after the funeral I woke to find Delaney gone. There was no trace that she’d ever been there either. I knew that losing Trenton was hard on her, but I didn’t understand why she just vanished. Out here it wasn’t an easy task, and no one would admit to being the one to assist her in leaving. My mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that she left, let alone left without saying goodbye. She left no number or way of contacting her. Hell, I had an address, but there wasn’t a landline listed so it was a dead end.

That was four weeks ago. Thirty days of pure torture with feeling like I’d failed my brother. My best friend. What’s even worse, I woke up with more rage than I had before. Anguish over the fact that I couldn’t help Delaney and anger toward the woman who left my daughter and me. I thought by now that my feelings would diminish since so much time had passed, but they grew. Fiercer by the second. I’d always been told that I was a passionate man, but these feelings went beyond passion. It was almost like I was obsessed with the rage. Like I needed the anger to continue moving forward.

The only good outcome that’d occurred within the past month was that I finally got to move into my own place. Grace and I could finally begin adjusting to this new life with our own surroundings. I loved my parents’ dearly for taking us in, but I needed to be out on my own. Needed a way to hide the way I’d been feeling about the situation Grace and I were in. The only bad thing was that I had to put the punching bag in the garage because this house didn’t have a basement set up like my mom and dad did. Which meant that anyone could potentially walk in and see me letting out the rage that consumed me day in and day out. I didn’t want anyone to know how mad I was that she’d left us. I wanted them to continue assuming that I was fine when I was anything but.

Within the past three weeks, I’d gotten the house almost the way I wanted it with some help. Davis needed the distraction and I needed the company, so he, along with my parents’, offered to come over in the evenings and help me unpack and get situated. The most fun was having the two-year-old terror in the middle of the chaos popping out of empty boxes and out from underneath furniture. She’d scared all of us at least once and got a kick out of it every time one of us jumped or screamed. At least it kept her occupied while we got things done. By the end of every day, I looked forward to rocking Grace to sleep as I read her a story. It was my relaxing time. My way to enjoy spending time with the most precious thing in my life.

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