Tapped (Totaled Book 2) by Grice Stacey

Author:Grice, Stacey [Grice, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-19T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

DREW

It wasn’t her. It couldn’t have been her. Why would Bree run away?

I walked back up the stairs and into my house, unable to get the image out of my mind, and it suddenly occurred to me that if I were Bree, I would’ve turned around and run away too. I’m not supposed to be here. I just replied to her letter with basically a breakup on a post-it, like a complete coward. I ran away from her first. If I were her, I’d be pissed and hurt and wouldn’t dare give me the satisfaction of a face to face interaction. Fuck me!

Feeling awful, I finished packing my bags and went in to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for the road. Right next to the refrigerator on the countertop was an empty juice glass that hadn’t made it over to the sink in the few days of my post-Bree-beating funk. But what I noticed specifically about this glass was that it was Bree’s. I never used these smaller, eight-ounce glasses because I never understood what the point of three sips was. But right on the edge of the glass was the waxy residue of her lip gloss, like a fingerprint of her bottom lip.

The last little bit of resolve fractured in a flash. I picked the cup up and flung it across the kitchen, the glass shattering the second it made contact with the wall. Broken shards scattered all over the kitchen floor, the sharp splinters flying every which way so accurately depicting how I felt. I walked away, leaving the mess that was me to be dealt with another time.

I drove like a bat out of hell, ignoring all speed limits and stop signs. I no longer gave a flying fuck and although I was aware of how reckless I was acting, I just couldn’t find it in myself to care. If I didn’t have Bree to get back to, what was the point of it all? I had successfully extinguished any hope of us finding our way back to each other and I did so on a whim. Acting on an impulse and driven from a place of rage, I crushed us. With a Goddamned post-it note.

Sickened by what I had done and desperate for a lifeline, I reached for my phone and dialed Dr. Greiner.

“Drew! So, you got my message?”

Shit!

“Oh, no. I mean, yeah, I got it but I didn’t listen to it…yet. I just saw that you called and I actually really need to talk to you.”

Blubbering idiot.

“Okay, great. That’s basically what my message said. I was hoping you could come in today. We need to do a follow up as soon as possible after the first treatment to reinfor—”

“Listen, Doc,” I interrupted. “I’m in kind of a bad way today. I don’t think I wanna do that eye movement thing again. It didn’t work. And then I got pissed and went and did something stupid and…”

“Drew, slow down. Are you okay?” he questioned with concern.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.