Writer's Block (Complete)

Chapter 22

Trina's Point of view

"This thing is so heavy, and I don't think it's going to fit through the door," Delilah whines on the other end of the sofa, that we're carrying.

"If you would stop whining and start thinking, we just may figure out how to get it through the door," My scolding does nothing as she continues to moan in agony, until Jayden takes over for her and I'm shoved out of the way by Bash, who takes my end.

Del hobbles toward me, pretending to be injured. "You can't tell me that you were thrilled about fighting with that sofa."

"You did that on purpose?" I can't lie even to myself and say that I'm not relieved, but I do think we should be helping, after all it is my stuff.

"You're damned right I did. There is nothing like watching all of these muscles glistening with sweat." She fans herself with her hand.

"You're terrible, I smack her playfully on the arm. Since you won't help me carry the heavy stuff how about helping me clean out Alex's truck.

"That I can do."

You offer a bunch of guys free pizza and booze and you can get them to do almost anything. With the sheer size of these guys and the amount of man power, my furniture was unloaded within an hours' time, and the delivery driver left with a rather large smile on his face and a fat tip in his wallet thanks to Jayden.

I step inside the cabin with the last of the bags. I realized when it was too late that Del had been bringing in everything, including Alex's stuff, so the kitchen floor is littered with bags that I have to go through to separate my stuff from his.

Everyone is already out back eating the pizza and drinking the booze. A cluster of voices and laughter flow through the air as they are carried on the breeze through the cabin. I can't help but smile at the sound it's been a long time since I've hosted a party. My last one being right here on this island.

Standing in the center of the kitchen I survey the bags around me picking up those that I know belong to me and piling them on the table, so I can start unloading them.

"You aren't going to join us?"

I look up, Bash is standing just inside the door watching me dig through the bags.

"I will I just need to get the kitchen floor cleaned up so people don't trip and fall."

His long strides make it to the bags in seconds and with only a few trips all of the bags are now piled in Alex's old room, some on the bed, some on the floor.

"Well I guess that's one way to get them out of the way."

He wiggles his eyebrows, "Yeah and to get Alex in your bed."

"Wait, did the two of you talk about me?"

"Don't we always," His chuckles follow us out the door.

I grab a beer and stand back watching everyone have a good time, some swimming, some making out and some just chatting. I scan the crowd, Yup, I'm looking for Alex I just can't help myself. I spot him talking to a girl that I've never met. She leans in to whisper something in his ear and the next thing I know he's lifting his arm to the back of his shirt pulling it off. I watch his hand land on the girls lower back as he leads her to the water.

Pain shoots through my chest and lands like a bolder in my stomach, making me lower my gaze to the ground before turning away from the cove altogether. I have no right to be jealous, I left him, so why am I and why does it hurt so bad? Coming back here wasn't the best idea that I've ever had but it hasn't been all bad, minus Alex's attitude toward me. I know I deserve it for the way I left, even if I did have a good reason for my actions but it still hurts to watch him with another woman. My heart has always belonged to him and always will even if I can't allow myself to admit it at this moment. He will forever be that guy that all others will be compared to and never equal in comparison. He is the one that got away, the one I ran from. I only have myself to blame for this brokenness I feel every time he's near.