Electric Love

Chapter Twenty

~Rayne's P.O.V~

Kaine: 3 missed calls, 2 texts

My heart stuttered involuntarily, but I couldn't bring myself to unlock the screen. I was too drained to even see what he had to say, much less call him back. I didn't want to deal with the shithead anymore. I closed my eyes, a rogue tear escaping as I took another deep breath to keep myself from breaking down anymore. I didn't know what he wanted to say, I mean hell, what could he say after that? He knew the truth. Kind of? Well, he knew the truth about most of my story anyways. The main things at least were out on the table but that already proved to be more than he could handle. And that was understandable, but his reaction was fucked up in my eyes.

Truth was, I had more baggage than the bag lady. In fact, I put the bag lady to shame, but still. To be quite frank, I wasn't sure if I would've been able to tell him the rest of the nitty gritty secrets that I hold deep within, without his beautiful head exploding. I told him almost all of it, though. He knew how messed up I was, and he wasn't prepared nor willing to put up with me and my mess, hell, my life over all up to that point. I couldn't blame him either. I knew once he knew what I'd been through, he'd stop pursuing me. Any man in their right mind would be out of dodge quicker than the drop of a dime. It was too much for anyone to want to willingly take on. I wasn't mad at him for that. No, I was hurt. Disappointed really, that as soon as I opened up, he walked away. He pulled away from my touch so fast you'd have thought I burned him.

I picked my phone up again, this time gathering up the nerve to actually unlock the device. As soon as I entered my password I shut my eyes, took another deep breath, and then opened them to read his messages.

Kaine: Rayne where are you?! Please answer the phone bambina.

Kaine: I came back to where I left you and you weren't there... then I could hear you... Piccola I am so sorry for my behavior. It was never my attention to upset you and make you cry. I'm so fucking stupid. If you'd like for me to take you home now, I understand.

I sat in the grass, my fingers hovering over the keys long enough for my screen to go to sleep on me twice before deciding to respond, more so, figuring out how to respond.

Rayne: Its fine, you don't have to worry about me. My Uber will be here soon. Thank you for the kind gesture of setting this date up. It was a beautiful date. I'm sorry I ruined your night. You won't have to worry about me contacting you again after tonight. I understand why you left, it's a lot to take in. I don't blame you at all. Just next time, try not to be such an asshole after someone opens up to you. It's not attractive at all. Have a nice night.

I hit send, and he read the message as soon as it delivered. The three dots immediately appeared, and I held my breath awaiting his response.

Kaine: I'm sorry, Ray. I really am, I wasn't trying to be an asshole. Please just let me explain. Give me five minutes of your time, and after that I'll leave you alone if that's what you really want. Please.

I closed my eyes yet again, letting out a sigh. I was conflicted. Did I want to hear him out? Did I want to understand why he was so quick to leave my presence? Yes. Yes, I did. Was I nervous to look him in the eye with him knowing just how fucked up I am? Hell yes. 

What the hell, what's a few more minutes of my time for a free ride home in return? 

I never was one to make the most intelligent choices when it came to emotional situations. In a moment of insanity, I opened up the Uber app and cancelled my ride. Lucky for me, it seemed like my driver had been dicking around and twiddling his stupid thumbs the whole time I'd been waiting, so Paul wasn't even anywhere close to being there after almost twenty minutes of waiting.