The Beats In Rift

Chapter 21

 Justin

MY GPS TELLS me I've reached my destination. I look up at the small house and can't seem to get out of the car. It's been two years since I last saw Meadow, when she told me my Father was a monster. He denied what she claimed to be true, and told me she was a whore who came on to him and couldn't handle rejection so she lied. I know seeing her again is going to pull me back into a false sense of security. She always makes me feel like I'm not alone, even though I am. Everyone leaves me in the end. How bad a person must I be to have everyone leave me so easily?

I couldn't believe it when I got a phone call from Drake. I hadn't heard from him for months, then he called me telling me he found Meadow and she has things she needs to tell me. My heart stopped when he said her name. I've tried looking her up over the years but could never find her. God, I don't even know if my heart can take seeing her again. I dropped my hand on the table and left the poker game I was involved in as soon as he gave me her address, then I drove through the night and now I'm here. I am sitting in my car too scared to see the woman who messes my head up every time.

I open the car and smooth down my crinkled suit. I make a move towards the entrance when the front door opens. There she is, her violet eyes watching me move towards her. She looks more stunning than I've ever seen her; her figure is flawless and her hips are more rounded, showcasing her tiny waist. Her toned legs hold a natural tan. She looks confident in her black shorts and cream blouse, her hair pulled up to give me a glimpse of her elegant neck.

"Hey you," she says as I reach her porch. She closes the distance and puts her arms around me. I embrace her and hold her against me, inhaling her familiar scent.

"Hey." She pulls from my hold and asks me to sit with her on the step. "You don't want me inside?" I ask.

"I don't live alone so I want to speak with you privately first."

My heart hammers against my chest but who am I kidding? She's gorgeous, of course she doesn't live alone. It's only fucked up me that can't move past her. "Okay." I sit on the top step and she follows suit. Her hand goes to my knee and I feel like she's about to tell me someone died.

"So, you saw the pictures in the magazine too, huh?" she mutters.

Confusion stumps me. "Magazines?"

"Isn't that why you're here?"

"I'm here because Drake called me. He told me he found you and you have things you need to tell me."

Her mouth pops open and forms an O shape. "Wait, what do you mean found me?"

I rub my hands down my face. "I've tried looking you up over the years. I kept in contact with a few people from home. He was one of them. He knew I looked for you over the years." Her face has lost all color and tears fill her eyes. "Hey, Med. Don't do that."

She shakes her head. "Justin, I've also been in contact with Drake for the last two years. He told me he didn't know where you moved to."

Anger pulses in my veins. "What?"

"He knew where you were all this time?"

"I don't understand why wouldn't he tell me," I say, completely mind fucked by the realization that my friend purposely kept me from her.