Forever Mine

Chapter Fourteen

Hadin. Two Weeks Later.

As I am pulled back into my old life of partying, sex and drugs. Every time I try to push her out of my head she's there. She's implanted in my head. Even when I try to fuck a whore she still is there giving me a disapproving look. Fuck. I roll over onto my left side when a hand with freshly done red nails touches my arm.

"Was that good for you baby?" She asks me.

"I guess." I tell her.

"What's wrong?" She asks me.

"Nothing. You should go." I tell her.

"Hadin, baby." She starts to disagree.

"I'm not going to tell you again Adrian leave." I demand. She huffs and puffs as she grabs her clothes and slams out of the hotel room I rented. I look up to see her. My girl. She's standing there leaning on the door.

"You do know this is your own damn fault right?" She asks me.

"You don't think I don't know that? I know I was the one that left Sara. I'm kicking myself in the ass every god damn day. I haven't kissed or held you in a god damn week!" I snap.

"You do know that you leaving didn't do anything right? Connor is still in Maine. He's still plotting on how he will get me now. With you out of the way he will strike whenever I am alone." She tells me.

"No he said he'd leave if I left." I snap at my imagination.

"Are you really that naive or just that stupid?" She laughs. "He wanted you out of his way Hadin and he would have said anything to get you out of the state. Now you've left me in a position that allows Connor to come and take me and this time, you aren't there to save me." She tells me as she walks over to me. "You're here in Ireland miserable, fucking your way through every whore in Dublin. When I'm back in Maine heart broken." She tells me. "How is that for the best?" She asks me.

"I know your just in my head. You're not real." I tell her.

"Maybe not but you know I'm right. Besides if your head is telling you that you made a mistake shouldn't you correct it?" She asks me. I close my eyes and then reopen seeing she's gone. I grab my blue boxers and slips them on over my length. I pull on my blue jeans and my black tank top with my Camo sweatshirt. As I leave the motel, I know that my mind is playing tricks, but I should listen. Something isn't right. It was too easy. Is Connor gone?

As I walk down the road, I decide to call someone I shouldn't. I know the outcome if I call them. The phone rings and rings. The phone stops ringing as someone answers.

"Hello?" My big brother says.

"Jace." I whisper half drunk.

"Hadin?" Jace states.

"Hey big brother." I greet him.

"Where the fuck are you?" He demands.

"I'm home." I tell him.

"No your not if you were Sara wouldn't have moved to Bangor." He snaps at me.

"Who is it?" I hear Ashlynn ask in the back.

"Hadin, where are you?" He asks me again.

"I'm in Dublin." I tell him.

"Ireland?" He confirms.

"Yeah." I slur.

"I'll be there by tomorrow." Jace tells me.

"No," I snap.

"I remember who you were in Ireland Hadin. I'm on my way." Jace demands as he hangs up the phone.

Yup stupid move.