Naughty Addictions #Wattys2019

Chapter 11

Lexi

I feel numb inside and my eyes hurt from crying so much, I hesitantly open them and notice that the small cabin is bathed in sunlight. There is a noticeable lull whenever the bed sways in motion causing me to feel slightly nauseous. I need to get up and splash cold water on my face but, I'm frozen in place. All I can think about is Dylan and how he could be dead, and a piece of my heart breaks off every time I imagine my life without him. Memories of us together swim through my mind; the day we first met, the restaurant, the concert. It's almost like I can feel him here with me. I close my eyes and imagine him lying next to me, his strong arms wrapped around me as he gently caresses me with his fingertips. This must be real because I can feel the goosebumps on my arms and the back of my neck. I open my eyes and there is someone lying next to me, I think I'm still dreaming until I look over and see Tripp. He smiles happily at me but, I frown, disappointed that it's not Dylan. The fog lifts from my memory and I remember last night and realize what a huge mistake it was to call him.

"How did you sleep love? Tripp asks.

"I slept fine, where's the bathroom."

Tripp points to a door, I walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, only to realize that there isn't a lock on the door. I look at my reflection in the mirror and am appalled at what I see; puffy eyes, messy hair, I feel dirty and it isn't just for the obvious reasons. Why did I call Tripp? Being here is such a huge mistake. I don't love Tripp and I don't want to be with him, I need to find a way home; like now. There is a light knock on the door.

"Lexi, I found some clothes that may fit you."

"Who do they belong to? I ask, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of wearing someone else's clothes.

"Um... I'm not sure but, it doesn't really matter I plan on taking you clothes shopping when we get to port."

The last thing I wanted was to spend more time with him, I feel guilty just being here. How do I get myself out of this mess?

"That isn't necessary Tripp. I'm not staying here with you."

"What do you mean?

"I can't stay here, it feels wrong."

Silence....

I wait for him to grasp what I'm trying to say. I may have been in love with him for a minute or two at one point but, he fucked that up by leaving.

"Lex, will you come out and talk to me please."

I don't want to talk to him or see him because every time I look at him, I get a rush of feelings and I feel guilty for having them. I'm afraid if I go out there, he will somehow talk me into staying with him but, if I don't talk to him he won't know how I really feel. Opening the door, I step out of the bathroom and look at him. He's standing in front of me with his arms crossed. He isn't wearing a shirt and his boxer briefs are very form fitting. The stubble on his face has grown out since the last time I saw him. He's incredibly sexy but, my body no longer reacts to him the way it used to. He seems to sense my discomfort and shifts uncomfortably.

"What's going on Lex?

"I'm sorry Tripp, I should have never called you last night. I was distraught, and I made a big mistake."

"Lexi, do you love me?

"I did love you."

"But you don't anymore?

"I have feelings for you Tripp, I care about you deeply but, I don't feel the same way about you that I do for Dylan."

The look on his face made me ache, I didn't think it was possible to feel anymore sad than I already am.