Motorcycle Girl: Book Two

Chapter 38: Space

I have lost track of how many times I rewrote this chapter. I think it was four or maybe five. Or maybe three idek

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"You are pathetic."

I stop in my tracks, turning around. I only made it halfway across the restaurant.

Odeletta is shoving Julian out of the booth. She rises her to feet, putting her hand on her back and wincing before she sighs.

"Excuse me?" Amanda snarls.

"Pathetic." Odeletta repeats. "How dare you walk up to him, have him tell you he is  married with a baby on the way, try to kiss him, and then feed everyone he knows and loves some big bullshit lie about how he has a child with you and took off?" Odette shakes her head. "If you knew anything about that man, you would know he would never do that. Do not dare to walk up to this table like you guys are long lost best friends. You mean nothing to him now, and now that you see how good he looks, you regret leading him on to get his friends number. You are a scum." She turns to the family. "And how dare you guys not believe him like that. He's your family, either by blood or marriage. Every single one of you should be ashamed of yourselves." She looks back at Amanda. "You are a compulsive liar. Stay away from my family."

She grabs her purse from Julian's hand turns around, and storms across the restaurant, weaving her fingers through mine as she goes.

The moment the resturant door slams shut, I tug her to a stop.

"You believe me?" I whisper. She stops walking, turning to me.

"Beau, of course I believe you. You have given me no reason not to. You have never not been truthful and you treat me like a queen. I'm tired of people trying to come and pull us apart. I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of being afraid of the next disaster, and I'm tired of assuming the worst in everything."

"You don't assume the worst with me." I whisper.

"Yes I do." She looks upset.

"When Brenda kissed me, you didn't believe her."

"I left for three days."

"To wrap your head around it." I say. "We've had some bumps, amour, but you are a good person. You have been through a lot."

Her eyes study mine for a long time.

"You don't think I'm horrid?"

"I think you are perfect." I say.

"Well...I am going to try harder with you. I want to try harder with you. I want to be the women you deserve."

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"Now I know that the wood trim is weird, but you could remove it or paint it white or something." The realtor sits on the lanai to the house we are looking at. We sit on the outdoor loveseat across from her. My arm winds around Odeletta, my thumb rubbing her left arm.

The house is so homey inside, but there are a lot of things I want to change.

"So what do you think?" The women who is selling the house asks. Her name is Karen.

The windows are like two windows. So each window (except the huge ones) crank out, but there is another window in front of that one that opens inside the house. That means I can't make a screen door in the window like Josh had suggested.

The light switches and outlets are designed and it's ugly as hell and I want to get plain white ones. The outlets in the basement are white but the light switches aren't. If they're not white, they're black, and it looks tacky.