Devil's Sin by Carter Steele

Author:Carter Steele
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-04-22T04:00:00+00:00

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Caroline

I wasn’t as settled on the matter as the text made it sound like I was.

I wanted to give Landon a chance to respond. I wanted to give him the opportunity to try and fight for the relationship. I was open to being wrong about this and realizing that my emotions had made me act impetuously.

But with every minute that passed in which Landon did not respond, I was beginning to feel more and more that what had happened Friday night was just an illusion of sorts, a trick by Landon to make me feel more valued than I actually was.

I should have figured this would happen. As soon as the club came calling, I was just going to be tossed to the side. Landon hadn’t changed; he’d just gotten better at masking his darker emotions than he had in his teenage years. I mean, for goodness’ sake, he’d joined the club that had led to his father’s death! How was that not going to carry around some baggage?

Stupid. Stupid. Stu—

My phone buzzed. It had to be Landon. It had to be.

So, maybe being a little impetuous, but maybe just being a little vengeful, I didn’t grab the phone at once.

And then it buzzed. And it buzzed again. And again. OK, maybe I should pay attention to this and see what’s going on.

I picked up the phone to see Landon had texted me four times in the span of, what, a minute? Maybe two? I sighed, trying to steady myself, as I opened up the phone and started reading the conversation.

“Hey, can you call me so we can talk about this? I know I’ve been absent all day. It’s just been crazy. I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, I know I haven’t been great for it. Just don’t think I’ve been ghosting you.”

“I know it seems that way. But it’s really just activity at the club.”

“I still want us to work.”

“Please call me. I’ll be around for the rest of the day.”

I stared back out the windows. The rain of the day was still pouring down heavily. My emotions were just as clouded with confusion and emotion as the skies above my apartment. I may have made an emotionally charged decision on emotion, but if I was going to re-engage with the topic, to do so under a heavy rush of emotions would only hurt me.

So, much to my chagrin and feeling like a bitch, I just shut my phone off. The call could wait until after the storm—and the day—had passed.

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