Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection." — Buddha ————————————————————
Chapter 36 <—————————————>
Maggie
I didn't even realize I was being followed until Luke appeared at my window. I guessed he had went back, and waited for me instead of going home.
Once we got home, I didn't bother on rolling my windows down, or in entertaining conversation, right now. I just wanted to be alone.
Without a word, I pushed by his still stature, hurriedly walking into the house, which he'd unlocked from his phone. I didn't even wait to see if he'd decided to change my room yet, I just went straight for it.
"Hey," I heard him call out to me. "You good?"
I sniffled, again, my hand hanging on the door. "I'm fine."
"You've been crying." His footsteps sounded out much closer. "Tell me why."
I shook my head, ignoring the tremor of my fingers as I turned the handle. "It's nothing."
"It obviously is if it's making you cry."
My eyes fell. "Just...drop it, okay?" Pulling in a shaky breath, I threw a feigned glare over my shoulder. "You can go to bed."
I entered the room, and shut the door after me. Before it fully clapped shut, I caught glimpse of his chagrin. I couldn't blame him for having it.
Here I was, being ungrateful and rude to a man who had just sworn protection and comfort to me despite every reason not to. I hated myself for doing it.
I knew Jax and granny were right. I pushed away every good thing that I could, in order to save my own ass. I'd been doing it for as long as I could remember, because well...after going so long without good, I guessed I'd taken the belief that I didn't deserve it, now, either. If I did, then I'd lose it. I didn't want any option so I ignored it altogether.
And, I hated myself for it.
I hated that Jax had caught on, and still loved me regardless of it.
Like everything else, I didn't deserve it. Or him. Not in the slightest.
I wasn't sure of my next moves. I could tell him about our dad in a simple text or call, right now. I could let him worry about me. I could stop him from moving in with the love of his life. I could stop his growth, his happiness, and his life.
Or, I could wait. A couple weeks at most, when my father came for me. My father never hesitated to strike, even without a plan. Every single day leading up to that one would be a step closer to life or death.
