Inheritance

Chapter 54

"Fuck that asshole. He's so not worth it." Coco offered her two cents, as I slouched down miserably onto the open couch seat between her and Marco.

I had already run through two full boxes of tissues in the last hour. The tears just seemed to streamline down my face with no signs of stopping, no matter how hard I focused on halting them. 

I wasn't normally a crier. But, honestly, the past week had been the final straw for my brittled emotions.

From still compartmentalizing Caleb's confession to now having to recover from Kendall's unfathomable betrayal, I wasn't sure how much more life changes I could take on before I eventually imploded. My mother had also been calling me all week but I simply didn't have the energy to respond to any of her messages. That alone caused a few more involuntarily tears to sprout down my face.

I was tired.

"Stop crying babe, you're going to make me cry." Marco consoled, while gently rubbing my back and resting his cheek above my head. As he provided  me with another heap of fresh napkins, I profusely wiped my eyes for the trillionth time.

"Seriously, Sasha. Your eyes are bloodshot red." Coco's expression mirrored that of concern, as she took in my swollen puffy eyelids.

"It's just that I-I really liked him." I managed to get out in between my sniffles, burrowing my head further into Marco's cushiony chest. "I'm dumb, I know."

"Aww, no you're not my love. How can you even say that? I'm so fucking proud of you. Despite having every reason not to, you still opened yourself up to the chance of love." Marco hummed, while brushing some loose curls away from my face.

"And look where that got me." I dryly chuckled, conflicted on whether to be entertained or utterly disgusted by the current state of my life. Coco scooted closer to my slumped form, linking one of her hands with mine.

"Maybe he wasn't the right guy for you babe, but Marco's right. You tried to put your heart on the line and unfortunately it didn't work out. Sometimes, that's just life. But, at least, you're a better person coming out of the situation. That's more than that fucking douchebag can say. Also, you now know what you want in a relationship and you won't settle for anything less moving forward, right?" Coco's eyes narrowed, as she worked her way into her next question.

"I mean, there's absolutely no reality where you take him back, right? No matter what bullshit he tries to feed you. Because if you do, I swear to—" She began, but was abruptly cut off by Marco's chilling death stare.

"Well, I think that's a conversation we can save for another day. For now, we just want to make sure that you're okay and have all the support you need." Marco clarified, after finally succeeding in his attempt to wordlessly coerce Coco into silence. She rolled her eyes in response, but conceded to temporary defeat and remained silent.

"But, can you believe him though? Like, to actually be willing to do something as manipulative as that? I was ready to give him everything. I'm just so happy that we never...you know? At least I still have some small ounce of my dignity left." I reasoned, shaking my head at the embarrassment of the so-called relationship that had managed to consume me from the inside out over the last few months.

Although I was severely disappointed in myself for letting a literal personified red flag get the best of me, I was now appreciative of the fact that he and I had never engaged in penetrative sex. While we had come close on several occasions, the inability to strengthen our bond in that way left me feeling gratefully untethered to the man. 

Even so, that same reason now seemed to be the cause for much of why I couldn't get him out of my head. Physically, my body yearned for him.

However, emotionally, I was completely repulsed about the utter idea of being within even  five inches of his presence. For the sake of my pride, I never wanted to see him again. Though, my body begged to differ.