Writer's Block (Complete)

Chapter 26

With tears streaming from my eyes I flee his outbuilding. I jump in my car and run home. I couldn't bear to think that I was what kept him alive while I fought for ten years to keep him out of my mind. My bed is soaked with tears and my eyes are red and puffy when I finally make a phone call to an old friend in Chicago.

"Hello," a groggy voice on the other end answers.

"Christian, I need you," I admit sounding as sad as I feel.

"Trina?" his voice sounding confused.

"Can you get away to come see me?"

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Eight o'clock."

"Shit, I slept all day." His surprise coming through the line in the high pitch of his voice.

"Are you sick," I ask, a little worried?

"Nope party last night."

"Ah, so can you come see me?"

"Give me a minute," he say, I can hear shuffling noises on the other end of the phone. "As a matter of fact, I can. My entire schedule just opened up for my favorite girl."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll call the office and have one of my assistants take care of business while I'm gone."

"Yay," I squeal into the phone while I bounce up and down on the bed.

"I'll check flights and text you with details," he says before hanging up.

With my mood lifted and the knowledge that I'll have a visitor I decide to clean Alex's old bedroom. Christian will need a place to sleep when he gets here.

After tossing the blankets in the washer and remaking the bed with the spare set. I hear someone knocking on the door. I look out the bedroom window and find Delilah's SUV sitting in the driveway.

"Come on, get dressed we are going out," She says barley giving me time to get the door open before she's rushing in, throwing around orders.

"Let me guess, everyone's at Bash's bar."

"Yeah, and he hasn't really talked to me much since we ambushed him and Alex when they were fighting, so I have a plan."

"Let's not forget your last plan got you into this mess," I remind her while changing into a clean pair of cut off's a clean tank and slipping my feet into a pair of flipflops.

"Right, but this plan is fool proof."

I raise my eyebrows at her, "Sure it is."

"Oh, by the way, did you and Alex have an argument? I had to come all the way out here in the middle of nowhere to come get him and take him back to his truck."

I'm sure my face told the entire tale as my stomach twisted in knots just thinking about it. "He told me the story of how he got shot. It was just too.... too much." I say, not really knowing how to express my feelings.

"Alright, no more, sad Sally we are going to have fun tonight. It's been awhile since we've done anything."

"I had a huge party here when I moved in. Do you not remember that night?"

"Right well that was like a couple weeks, ago right?"

"Close but not quite," I shake my head and smile at her as I head out to my beetle.

"I figure we'll just take my car, yours will just get drunk again and then someone will have to take you to get it. Might as well just catch a ride home with Alex and be done with it," She winks as she climbs into her SUV.