Once I got through security and checked my suitcase, I plunked down at my gate, pulled my bracelet off and stuck it in an interior pocket of my purse.
Fuck that and fuck him.
I wasn't going to argue with him over it because neither of us would win, but I sure as fuck wasn't going to do what he demanded simply because he wanted me to. He should know me better than that. Maybe he'd been spending too much time with Bre and had forgotten I wasn't as sweet and compliant as she was.
My mood was not good. In fact, probably worse than it had been before I left the house. I didn't want to get Rev on high alert calling while I was in this state, but I also knew he needed assurance I was where he expected me to be, so I made the call.
"Hey, love", he said.
"Hi. I'm waiting to board".
"Thank goodness. Why on earth did you have him bring you?"
"He said I couldn't leave the Durango at the airport and my only other option was Bre".
"A cab?", Rev asked.
"It would cost a fortune".
"That I would gladly pay", he said.
"Well, whatever. It's done now", I said.
"What did he say to you?", he asked gruffly.
"I don't want to discuss it", I said. I was so blasted tired.
"Love". He scolded me softly in that one word.
"No", I said stubbornly. "I'm fucking exhausted and I do not simply do what I'm told, so stop trying to tell me what to do".
I heard my tone changing and the octaves of my voice creeping up.
"I'm sorry, love", he said quietly. "We can talk when you get here, yeah? I'll be waiting for you. Call me when you know what gate".
I felt tears sting my eyes. I was being a real bitch to the one person who had never done anything wrong to me. To the only person I was close to who had never hurt me in any way.
"I'm sorry", I said. "I'm taking it out on you. You don't deserve that. I really don't want to talk about anything right now, though. I love you so much and I'm so sorry".
"Sweetheart, I understand. You're not yourself right now. We'll get you sorted all right, yeah?"
"Yes, Rev. Thank you".
"See you soon".
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Rev did not like how Paige sounded at all. He could tell she wasn't herself and could begin to see how she must have been after Drew died.
I'm sure this is nothing compared to that week.
He could only imagine, but the thing was, he could imagine it now, and that disturbed him. She was sufficiently scaring him. He remembered a conversation he had with Brad shortly after he met him. Brad had told him that nothing scared him except the thought of losing Paige, and that it was absolutely terrifying.
Rev understood that better now. He felt confident in being able to protect her from other people but he wasn't quite sure how to protect her from herself.
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Brad called Bre as he started the hour and a half drive home.
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