I groan and jump on my bed immediately he leaves the room. I bite my lower lip hard, so hard that it'll soon start bleeding.
What the hell did I just do.
After all my months of claiming and making all my girlfriends believe I hate him this is what I pull out.
His lips-
Oh don't get me started subconscious! I dig my fingers into my skin hoping it will dig out some sense. Just one time together and I'm already fumbling so bad, what happened to the emotionally independent Bailey?
I cover the sheets over myself and groan again. Just one day with him around me and I'm already sucking his face. I hit the bed furiously and sigh in frustration, anger, whichever. It's just so hard to be mad at him with his body all over my space.
There's a gentle knock on the door then the key clicks and the door flings open. Bryne comes in with holding a pile of clothes in his hands. He drops the clothes on the bed without saying a word and leaves the room but not before I catch the sad expression in his eyes, don't try to fool me again!
I go through the clothes and I stare wide eyed at the pair of underwear lying in between the pile. My cheek instantly flushes and for some wierd reasons, I smile.
My mind wanders to the last intimate moment we had before we broke up.
"I'll get you more pairs of this. I'll just have to
rip this"
And the next morning a box with lots of lingeries was delivered to me. He did keep to his sensual-moment promise.
I shake my head and change into the clothes he brought. Of course I had to wear the underwear he brought, stop looking at me like that.
I put on my contact lens and my pupils dilate when I see the room in this new light. My jaw drops but I refuse to admit that my heart actually sinks when I see my pictures hanging all over the room.
It wasn't actually some expensive portrait on the wall. It was me!
My eyes roll back into my head. He just had to be cheesy. I'm not complaining, I like it, I like the fact that he even has my pictures, of course we filled an album with our pictures when we were dating, I like all this make believe romantic thing his trying to put up but the truth that I want myself and every other damn person to believe is that I DO NOT CARE!
I honestly want him to tell me about everything, to tell me why he did all he did but I'm not just ready, I'm not just ready to sit through all of that. I have the right to be mad at him, yes! I have the right to vent out my anger in any way possible if that is going to make me feel better, I have the right to ignore him without my subconsciousness making me feel guilty about it.
I close my eyes and lay back on the bed, letting out a deep sigh. I'm feeling exhausted from all this emotional speedometer happening here.
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I open my eyes slowly and sit up. Exactly what I needed- a power nap- I rub my eyes and yawn. The room looks different, maybe it's my eyes.
I pull the duvet and I see a piece of paper.
"I just filled your closet with clothes, make
yourself comfortable"
I let out a snort and shake my head. How long does he think I'm staying in his house.
There's a gentle knock on the door and the door bursts open and Bryne storms in.
How rude!
"Bailey the cops are here" he rubs his chin and paces around.
Great! Just great! I jump out of the bed immediately.
"I didn't even think it'll this way, I thought I had a perfect plan for this" he runs his fingers through his hair and face palms himself.
"Well I told you" I cross my hands and stand in front of him
"You're not helping us" he spits out.
"Us? I wasn't part of this deal okay" Relax Bailey, keep your cool. I take a deep breath "Let me talk to them"
"What?" he raises his brow.
"Just go with the flow, I'll do all the talking. Where are they?"
"They're on the porch" he sighs
"Take me to your living room"
He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it. He takes my hand and leads my down to the living room. He glances at me for confirmation and I nod before he opens the door, revealing a male and female cop, dressed in their uniforms.
"Bryne Stewart, we're the cops and we're here to interrogate you concerning Bailey's Greenwood" they show him their badges.
"No need for that, I'm not missing" I walk to the door and plaster a fake smile on my face. "I've been in his house these couple of days and I'm sorry for all the stress" I can feel my palms getting sweaty. I don't even know what I'm doing or why I'm trying to defend him. Even though I don't like him, I wouldn't want him to go to jail.
"Oh. Alright. I hope you're not under any form of compulsion to say this". The female cop says.
"Does it look like she's forced to do this" Bryne spits out and I lightly punch his arm.
"Oh.. no no! I'm not forced" Why can't the cops just get it and leave. I roll my eyes
"I don't think it looks that way" the male cop furrows his brows, giving me a stern look.
"Why are you talking like this, you came all the way from Greenville right so why y'all acting so funny. I just came to spend time with my boyfriend, is it a crime?" So much for trying to defend Bryne.
"Boyfriend?" the female cop raises her brows "You were reported missing from your boyfriend's house".
Right. I didn't even think of that. This is so nerve wrecking. "Well I won't like to talk about my private life and I'd appreciate if I'm not interrogated further" I don't think I can keep up with this interrogation. I wipe my palm on my clothe.
"Okay Bailey, we'll be leaving now. Thanks for your cooperation"
"One more thing please. Can you please not tell anyone that I've been found, it's kinda a personal family thing" I pout.
"Fine Bailey. We just hope you're safe. Your safety is our priority"
"Thanks" I close the door and lean on the wall. That was close. I let out a breath.
"Thanks" he leans closer into me. No! No! No! I'm not getting into another intense situation after what just happened. "Thanks girlfriend" his lips quirk into a smirk and he walks away.
Damn his pride. I smile and sink into the couch.
Great opportunity to leave Bryne
I can actually leave him, go back to Greenville but I don't want to. There's still a lot to talk about and I think right now I'm mentally prepared for that. I have a lot to ask him, I have a lot to scream at him for.