All Love Lost (ON HOLD)

Chapter 14

"What do you mean 'stop running'?" I immediately got defensive.

"Running as in getting away from your problems instead of dealing with them."

I removed myself from his lap. "I do not."

"You do. You're doing it right now." He stated calmly as he stood and stretched.

"How?" I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance.

He shrugged before laying back down, resting his head on my legs.

"No, you said it. How do I run away from my problems, Adrian?"

He let out a deep breath and mumbled something to himself. "Why'd you move to New York?"

I thought about it, and I realized couldn't answer his question without proving his theory to be correct.

Maybe I did run from everything.

But, in my defense, that's all I've known. Growing up in the dysfunctional setting that I did, when I had a problem I found it simpler to keep it to myself or act as if it didn't exist instead of bringing it to either of my parents. My mom wouldn't want to hear it because it'd only add to her already long list of worries (usually relating to my dad). And my dad simply didn't care or looked at me as if I were dumb for not figuring it out on my own.

I let out a deep breath and laid back on the bed.

"So, what do you suggest I do since you have all of the answers?"

He let out a breathy laugh. "I don't have all of the answers. But, I think you need to face your ex since that's the problem that is presently staring you in the face."

I pouted and pulled one of the fluffy pillows over my face at his stupid suggestion.

"But I don't wanna." I muffled into the pillow.

I could feel him shrug on my leg. "Then don't."

I wasn't expecting that response, so I pulled the softness from my face and glanced down at him as he stared aimlessly at the ceiling.

"And..."

He finally pulled his gaze away from the ceiling and met my eyes. "And keep running."

. . .

"There you are." Olivia announced once I slipped through the door of here apartment. "Where the hell have you been? I was worried sick."

I rolled my eyes at her dramatics. I was only gone for a couple of hours and even came back before I had originally told her I would.

I kicked my sandals off at the door and walked into her living room, plopping down onto the brown leather couch.

She got up and stood directly in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yes mom?" I questioned sweetly.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Adrian's"

Her face scrunched in confusion as she racked her brain. "Adrian, Adrian, Adrian. Who is Adri- wait! The trainer?!? I knew it! You little slut." She was smiling so hard that I thought her face was going to spilt open.

I rolled my eyes once more, but I couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face. I then explained to her everything that had transpired ever since she left New York a couple weeks prior.

"So you still haven't fucked him?" She exclaimed looking both shocked and disappointed.

"No!"

"Girl, if you don't hurry up and let that man knock the cobwebs off that thing, I'm sure someone else will."