Lines Drawn (Drawn to You #2) - Ker Dukey Page 0,6
penetrate my brain. Is he serious? Pushing his body from mine, I stare at him, dumbfounded.
“It wasn’t a driving test that I can just re-take, Finlay. I lost a fucking baby.”
He shakes his head, glaring at me. “We. We lost a baby, Antonia. Not just you! We.” He reaches for a bottle, and before I can fully contemplate what he’s doing, he launches it across the room. Shards explode against the wall, liquid stains the wall, and pieces of glass rain down like confetti. My mouth drops open as I stare at the mess and then back at him. It’s then I notice the haze apparent in his eyes. He’s drunk.
“Get the fuck out,” I say, almost inaudibly. He’s looking at me, panting like a rabid beast. “Get out.” I speak louder, but he doesn’t move. “Get the FUCK out! Now!” I scream.
It must motivate something inside him because he’s moving towards the door before I’ve even finished the sentence. The door slams on his departure and I blow out the breath I’d been holding. What the hell was that?
Marching to the door, I bolt the lock and go to my room, grabbing the phone and dialling James’ home number. It just rings continuously, so I leave a message telling him to ring me as soon as possible.
Not having my own cell means I don’t have all my old numbers. I want to ring James’ band members to try and get hold of James. My stomach tightens when I think about having James’ phone. Clenching my fists, I timidly walk to the kitchen. My bones rattle in my flesh the closer I get to where I threw the cell. It’s almost like I’m seeking out the demons that haunt me. The floor is bare, and my heart stampedes in my chest until I see the collection of pieces neatly piled on the counter top. Shit.
Numb. That’s what I want to be, and the fact Finlay was intoxicated makes more sense now I have the time to be alone inside these four walls. My body is numb on the couch, but my spirit is climbing the walls, clawing for a way out. The need to do something but feeling helpless is frustrating me so much. I can’t sleep, eat, or concentrate on anything other than contacting James. I jolt upright and hiss from the dull ache in my ribs. Grabbing the broken parts of the cell phone, I leave my apartment. My feet stutter to an abrupt stop when I go to enter the elevator and find Julie standing inside, looking straight back at me. “Gavin’s not here,” I almost snarl.
“Yeah, apparently not.” She grins, and it’s toxic, infesting me with suspicion, and that’s exactly her intent. Well, fuck her. I’m not falling for shit again.
We stand in agitated silence as we descend, and as soon as the doors part, I’m out of there, not giving her another thought.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. THE beat of the music matches the pounding of a headache bouncing around my skull. I check the clock for the hundredth time. 2:03 a.m. The bar will be emptying out by now, thank fuck. Usually, I’d be thinking of picking up a stray; a girl not drunk enough to not know what she wants, but buzzed enough to let her morals slip. All I want to do is fuck away every thought in my head. I made it a rule not to fuck the staff after one got clingy, but times like this, I’d debate revisiting those rules. Britney is a good lay and that’s what I need right now, but as soon as I come and she’s snoring softly next to me, I’ll regret it and still feel like shit about the way things are with Gaby. Opening the door to my office, my feet hesitate when I’m face to face with Antonia’s raised fist.
“I was about to knock.” She fake smiles and moves past me into my office. Closing the door, I take her in. She’s wearing sweatpants and a tee. Her nipples tent the fabric, showing me she’s fucking freezing. Her hair is falling all around her face from a messy bun coming undone on the top of her head. She has no make-up on, but she doesn’t really need it. I’m surprised they let her in.
“He recognized me,” she answers. I must have thought that aloud.
Her body is shivering. I go to her and pull her in for a hug. She’s like ice. She welcomes