Fire meet gasoline (Skeet Ulrich)

33.

"Skeet, I ... I made a huge mistake," I put the phone down and looked at him. 

He face was emotionless. 

"Few days ago I met Lauren, KJ's girl ... well, ex-girlfriend. I went to say hi to her, but she was angry, cause they broke up. And she told me it was because of me. So I texted KJ to know more and we met at his place. He told me he still loves me, but he accepts that I chose you. And that he needs to distance himself from me for longer time to stop those feelings ... But, as I was leaving, he asked me to kiss him. One last time. And then he'd leave," I took a deep breath and finally looked at Skeet, who was looking down, not saying a word. 

"So I ... kissed him. But it was just a small kiss goodbye and then I ran away. We hadn't been in contact since ... it happened," my palms were so sweaty, Skeet still hadn't said a word. 

"Skeet?" I peeped. 

He sat there, he didn't look at me the whole time I was talking, not even once. Then he stood up, walked around me and went upstairs. I heard quiet noise and his steps and then he ran down with a suitcase. 

"Where are you going?" I stood up immediately and took few steps towards him. 

He slammed the door in my face and started the car. He went away somewhere. Without a word. 

And between the tears I cried for him, between the beating myself up with the vulgarisms, there was a part of me that immediately knew. 

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The days went by and I heard nothing from him. Not a single call or text. He was in Vancouver, as I found out. Every night he posted pics or insta stories with Vanessa or from club. Lili knew what was going on between us, she was informing me what was he doing. He was avoiding KJ and her, but talked to everyone else. He really was acting so stupid and my sadness turned into anger. 

And that's why, when he came home two weeks later with probably the biggest bouquet of sunflowers I've seen in my life, I refused to talk to him. My anger at that time was bubbling so much, I almost could not contain it. I didn't even look at him. 

I was in our bedroom, dressing up for the night out with Amanda, Liam and Perry. He was sitting on the bed, his gaze was burning my skin, but I didn't reciprocated it. I put on my make up and high heels and while he was mumbling something, I went out, where they already waited for me and we ended up in several clubs, drinking several drinks and when I got home, it was five in the morning. 

I went to kitchen, stumbling and giggling to myself, but my good mood faded away the moment I spotted Skeet on chair, waiting for me. 

"Thank God you're home," he sighed and I rolled eyes. I drank some water and wanted to go upstairs, but he stopped me. 

"We can't be like this, Vicki," he made me look at him. 

"Oh, you don't say," I growled, anger in me increased. 

"Princess, I'm sorry," he tried to kiss me, but I stepped back. 

"Don't. You. Dare. Princess me! Don't you fucking dare! You left without a word and didn't call or text me for two weeks, two fucking weeks! But you had time for partying, how perfect, wow! I hope you had fun. Let me go," I pushed him to the side, but he grabbed my hand so firmly, that he pulled me back to him. 

"You hurt me, you know that," he growled. 

"Yes, I know," my body failed me and once again, I was crying, "I hurt you very badly and I'm fully aware of it. And I'm so fucking sorry. And I wanted to tell you that in person, but you ran away. And I wanted to apologize, but you ran away. You didn't give me even two minutes to tell you how sorry I am for what I've done. And I expected you to scream at me, to be here with me, to talk to me! Because that's what grown ups do! But you ran away like a teenager who can't solve his problems, so he rather ran away and was avoiding it. Do you even fucking know, how I felt, when I saw those photos? Those insta stories? Why, Skeet? Why? Why instead of talking to me or even yelling at me, you ran away and pretended like I don't exist? And I hurt you? Yes, I did. And I am so sorry, you can't even imagine. But you hurt me too," I pushed him away and ran upstairs to our bedroom. Tears caused that my make up blurred and I looked like Joker. I quickly washed my face. 

"I acted like an asshole, I know. But I needed to ... get away? To punish you, to ..."

"To cause me the pain you were feeling? Yes, I heard that from you, couple of months ago, when we got back from camping, remember?" I sobbed. 

"Vicki, I fucked up, I hurt you, I know. And I'm sorry, so so so sorry, my love," he tried to hug me, but I didn't want it. 

"Did you ... sleep with her? Did you sleep with Vanessa?" I sat on the bed, I suddenly felt so tired. 

"No," he said quickly. 

"Did you sleep or made out with any other woman?" I undressed from my dress and stood there just in panties. 

"No baby. You can trust me. You're the one I want, only one," he cupped my breasts in his large palms and started kissing my shoulder. 

That night we fucked. Just to calm down our ardour. I lied in the bed with the tears in my eyes while he was sleeping. That night it broke down. Everything. And forever. 

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One month went by. One month of behaving like strangers and occasional fucking. 

Another party, another terrible feet pain.

I sat on the bed while massaging my feet and heard Skeet's quiet steps behind me. I put down all the jewellery and sighed, massaging my neck. 

"So, it's the end," he spoke, very quietly. 

"Yes, thank God, my feet are so in pain," I sighed and turned to him. 

"No Vicki," he looked at me, tears rolling down his cheeks, "this is the end."

And I understood.