Weight of Regret by K.K. Allen

Author:K.K. Allen [Allen, K.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K.K. Allen

Chapter Fifteen

Anderson

Tires spin through the gravel of the parking lot, a sound that would normally send my tolerance needle into the red, but no more fury is left inside me after what I just witnessed. If I could take an eraser to my brain, I would scrape the thing so damn clean and take the rest of my memory with it. The walls of my chest feel like they’re closing in on my heart.

Just when I was starting to think my life was finally turning around, a storm comes in threatening to destroy what I love most—yet again. I may have lost my family, but somehow, I know it would all be okay if Hope was back in my life. And here she was, my dream girl, closer to being mine than ever before—and then I catch her wrapped up in a kiss with Dexter Van Douche.

My hand latches on to a thick twig from a tree branch. I yank on it hard while a growl rips from my throat. It snaps from the tree, and I toss it deep into the woods. It doesn’t make me feel better. If anything, the splinters that lodged into my skin make me feel worse. Weak. There’s no pain bigger than this type of heartbreak. The kind that’s like laughter in my face. Payback for the damage I did to Hope’s heart a year ago. I guess I deserve this.

Raindrops start to fall—slowly at first and then quicker as the moments pass. The wind whistles as leaves rip from the trees, and the sky rumbles. Of course the sky would choose this fucking moment to storm. I knew it was coming. I just didn’t realize it would be here to destroy my life once again.

“Anderson, wait.” Hope’s faint voice still sounds far away, so I pick up the pace. Nothing good can come from facing her right now. Not when all I see is red.

Her footsteps grow faster, louder, until she’s practically running to catch up to me at the opening to the new cabins.

“Anderson, please stop,” she cries. “Let’s talk about this.”

I swivel around, her presence gas to the fire we’ve already lit. I can’t put all the blame on her since I was the one who carried the match to begin with, but I can sure as hell remove myself from the flames. “Talking would have been a nice thing to do before I had to witness your tongue down Dexter’s throat.” I point toward the parking lot while glaring back at her. “You’re having a fling with your boss? Which means he sent the flowers here. I’m a fucking fool.”

“You’re not a fool.” Her voice shakes. “I was going to tell you.”

“When?”

“He showed up here unexpectedly. I would have said something when he got here, but you took off before I had a chance. Then I was going to tell you as soon as he was gone.” She covers her mouth with her hands before ripping them away from her face.

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