Meant To Be (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

Chapter Thirteen

You were laying in the sun, trying to finally get a good tan. It was such a nice place to stay for the weekend, the pool glistening in the afternoon sun, little palm trees surrounding the pool area. Damn, you could definitely see yourself living here.

"Here you go. Tequila Sunrise, with lots of tequila, sorry. My inner Dax kind of took control while I mixed this." Cash chuckled as he handed you the drink. You grinned up at him and took the glass. You wanted to tell him it was okay, but as soon as you took a sip, you choked and started coughing.
"Holy fuck! Is there anything else in it besides tequila!?"
He laughed as he sat down on the lounger next to you. "Not much, no."
"Let's switch. I take your beer, you take this atrocity." You didn't even wait for his response, but took his drink right away from him, downing half of it with one gulp in order to get rid of the taste in your mouth. "Aaah, much better.........What?" You noticed him staring at you, though you couldn't see the look in his eyes due to his sunglasses.
"Nothin'. I'm just glad you're here for the weekend." He said, taking the drink out of your hand and running his fingers through your hair before laying down next to you. When he drank, he grimaced causing you to laugh out loud.
"Okay, that is vile. Sorry, Darlin."
"You better be." The two of you shared a smile, and then sighed simultaneously before relaxing in the sun. Life was good.

A few minutes of silence passed before Cash's phone rang. "Hey Jay. How are ya? -- Yeah, just chillin right now. -- Really? -- Well, fucking finally. Karma is a bitch after all. He deserves that...and more. Does Mom know? -- Uh-huh, yeah, I'll tell her. Bye!" After he hung up, a sly grin was plastered on his face.

"Good news?" You curiously glanced over to him and stretched out your legs.
"Yeah."
That was it. You waited for more information, but nothing.

"So you're not gonna tell?"
He sighed heavily. "Y/N, you wouldn't understand...it's a long story."
"Well, I've got all weekend, ya know."
Yet another heavy sigh. You could tell he was annoyed by you, but you honestly didn't care right now. You wanted the story.
"My stepfather was hospitalized two days ago. Problems with his liver. He almost drank himself to death. Serves him right." The last part he mumbled to himself, but you heard it nonetheless.
You sat up and turned your body in his direction, taking off your sunglasses. "How the hell is that good news, Cash?!" You were completely baffled by what he just said. That didn't sound like Cash at all. Not the Cash you knew and loved.
"See, I told ya you wouldn't understand."
"Then fucking explain it to me."
Cash now sat up as well and faced you. "I don't wanna talk about it. Okay!?" His voice was louder than he wanted it to be, but he couldn't contain his anger.

You scoffed, stood up and made your way back to the house. "I'm pretty sure Lindsay knows everything about it." Venom dripped from your words, you were hurt he didn't want to talk to you, and angry at the little he had said. You needed to be away from him right now.

As soon as he heard what you said, he stood up and followed you inside. "What did you just say?" The anger in his voice actually scared you for a moment, but you replied anyway. "You heard what I said."

"What does she have to do with it?" He asked while he grabbed your wrist to stop you from running away from him. When you turned around and pulled your hand away from him, tears had already formed in your eyes, threatening to spill any moment. All the doubts and fears that had bottled up all those weeks, up to this point, just exploded out of your mouth.
"Nothing...Everything...I don't know, Cash. And you wanna know why? Because you don't fucking talk to me! You don't tell me about your stepfather, you don't tell me about Lindsay. You don't tell me shit!" You tried to calm yourself down, but the tears were falling already, and your voice was shaky.

"Cash, I am sorry, but I can't go on like this. It's eating me up on the inside. Why is it you never open up to me? It's like you don't trust me at all, while I've been an open book to you. You know everything about my shitty past, about my family...my brother. And I get nothing from you."