Reckless

Chapter 8 Part 2

Present Day

Character POV: David

I just stand there, staring at Roxy like I have never seen her before. More lies. Is that what our entire relationship has been built on? Does it even matter? Whether she's lying about her sobriety or lying about her toxic ex, I still feel the same for her. I still love her, even if she has irritated me. And I know her well enough to know that there is no way that I am going to be able to persuade her to let me stay. She thinks that she is protecting me, but who will protect her? Her ex girlfriend is a serial killer. She has been dropping bodies for Roxy to find, and Roxy is convinced that this Ariadne bitch is going to be reappearing in her life again. There is no way that Roxy will be able to do this on her own. She needs someone to step in and help her, even if she won't admit it.

I glance to my left, where my bag is packed for a business trip I was going to be taking in a couple of weeks. "I guess I'll leave for my trip early," I tell her, still trying to figure out a way that I can help her. Roxy nods as I walk into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I use the towel to dry off my sudsy hair and reach for a change of clothes. I dress quickly, grabbing my phone and putting it in my pocket before I emerge into the hallway.

It's then that I see an answer to how I can help. On the table next to the coat rack are Roxy's journals. She told me Ariadne and her were together only a short time, but she occupies a whole journal of her own because of their shenanigans. I know that these journals are watered down because they are in clear view, but there might be something in there that could help me out, help me to help her.

I walk over there, dropping my coat as I pick it off of the wrack and folding the journal in question up in the coat as I reach for the suitcase. Roxy hangs back, tears still sliding down her cheeks. "I'm really sorry," she says, and I can tell she means it.

"I'll see you on the flip side," I tell her, smiling encouragingly because I know she needs one of us to be strong right now. I turn away from her, pulling the suitcase after me as I leave her behind. Hopefully I can fix this for her, and maybe then she won't have the tinge of alcohol on her breath any longer.