Finding You by Ivy Love

Author:Ivy Love [Love, Ivy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ivy Love
Published: 2015-07-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Ryker

The ride back to her apartment is quiet. She’s lost in her thoughts and I’m trying to get in her head to figure out who this woman is. Her lack of security drives me nuts. I’m absolutely not ok with the lack of security in her apartment, or the fact that she has nothing in her home and is so nonchalant about it. No mementos, no photos, it barely passes as a place to lay her head at night. It’s not the way a normal person lives. There’s something more to her, something that she hasn’t told me yet and I want to know what it is.

I pull into her parking lot and shut the car off. I look over at Liz and watch as she stares out the window.

“Liz, we’re here,” I say softly.

“Hmm,” she says distractedly.

“We’re here. Are you ready to go in?”

“Oh, yeah. Thank you for the ride.”

She opens her door and steps outside, and I do the same. It’s as if she can’t get out of her head right now and I’m worried about her. I think that tonight had more of an effect on her than she wants to admit. I want her to trust me enough to tell me what’s wrong. I meet her on her side of the car and grab her hand. Her eyes drift down to our entwined hands, “Pet, what’s wrong?”

The moonlight dances off her face and skin, showing shadows of a worried woman. She continues to look down at our hands and I squeeze her hand softly.

“What’s wrong, Liz?

Her eyes lift to mine and her voice comes out wearily, “We…I, can’t do this. Tonight just reminds me why that’s truer than ever.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask confusion lacing my voice.

“You won’t understand. How could you? I can’t do this, I can’t do us, anymore. I could never forgive myself if I caused pain like that to you. Or if something happened to you.”

I have no idea what’s talking about and now my concern is growing. She pulls her hand from mine and starts to walk away.

“Liz, tell me what’s going on. Please.”

She doesn’t answer, instead she just starts walking towards her apartment. I follow her towards her door, and watch as she pulls her keys from her purse and slides them into her door. Her door opens easily and I follow her inside.

“Liz, why don’t you have anything in your home?”

“What are you talking about?” She turns to look at me and seems surprised I’m still here.

“This is a place to sleep, not a home.”

“I live here don’t I?” she asks defensively.

I nod slightly.

“Then it’s my fucking home.”

“It may be a place you sleep, but it sure as hell, is not your fucking home. So, how about you drop the act and the attitude and tell me what the hell is going on? Do you need money? Are you not able to afford anything, is that why your so-called home looks empty? On a completely different

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