Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
When I got a copy of her key, I told myself it was only going to be for an emergency. But that didn’t last long. I keep finding reasons to follow her just to be near her. And now when I know she’s not at home, I come here to be close to her things. Feel connected to her in some way.
Bear comes out of her room and pads over to greet me. He purrs as he rubs against my pant leg, and I reach down and scoop him up. I carry him through the apartment, checking on things.
Blair is at work right now, and her roommate just left after getting a call about an audition. He’s got to go across town, so I’ve got plenty of time. I made sure of that. I don’t like him being near her, but I can’t change the situation. No matter how much I want to, but the warning and stack of cash I gave him should work for now.
I put Bear down on her bed as I walk around her room. She doesn’t have much, and I ache to give her more. For her to have all that her heart desires. I pick up a shirt she has hanging on the back of a chair and bring it to my nose. I close my eyes as the scent of sunshine fills my lungs. It makes every inch of my body come alive and ache for her.
Running my finger along her dresser, I touch the earrings she has lying there, wondering which ones she has on today. It’s all these small, intricate things that make up who she is, and I can’t stand the not knowing. I want to know every little detail.
When I walk into her bathroom, I see lipstick on the counter. The tube is slightly open, like she was in a rush. I close it all the way and stand it up straight, then wonder if she’ll even notice. There’s a hair tie beside it, and I pick it up. It smells like her shampoo, and though I shouldn’t keep it, I slide it on my wrist, dying to have something of her with me. It’s small, though, so maybe she won’t notice.
I walk out into her bedroom and sit on the bed, and Bear comes over beside me. It’s silent except for his purrs as I sit in her room and think about Blair.
I’ve always worked for what I wanted, but with her it isn’t that easy. What I want is to take her and make her mine. But I can’t. The anger and frustration that causes me is nearly unbearable.
I’m in the room so long, it becomes dark and I know I’ve stayed too long. I stand up, ready to leave, when I hear a key in the door. What if it’s her? My heart pounds and I think maybe if I stay I could explain why I’m here.
But I hear the door open and I know I can’t. No matter how much it kills me, I have to leave her alone. I turn and go to the window, sliding it open and stepping out onto the fire escape. I close it behind me and duck down, watching as the light comes on and she enters the room.
It’s like a knife in my chest every time I have to leave her, but I push away from the window and make my way down the stairs. I don’t know how much longer I can put myself through this pain.
Chapter 5
Blair
My body is a little sore from the first few days at my new job. I had to pull myself from bed this morning, but after a long, hot shower I feel better. My muscles relax, and I feel like maybe I’m going to be able to bend over without sounding like an old lady.
I stand in front of the mirror and take a deep breath. I’m not really feeling myself today. Something is off and I’m not sure what it is. Things aren’t happening like I thought they would. I shake my head when my mama’s words flutter through my mind. “We make plans and God laughs.”
I reach for my ponytail holder I always keep on my sink, but it’s not there. It’s my favorite and has small pink hearts on it. I glance around but don’t see it anywhere. I pull open a drawer and grab a new plain one, then pull my hair up into a high ponytail. I wrap a piece of the ponytail around the rubber band and pin it in place to make it look more polished. It will be functional for both the front and back of the office. I look down at my nails and see they’re in serious need of help, but I know if I paint them they’ll only end up chipped all over again. The look on Fritz’s face when he saw my hands yesterday still sits hard. But yesterday after I got home I didn't feel like doing my nails. I wanted to lie in bed with Bear and forget about how he’d made me feel.