to get a cab. They didn’t drive around much on this road, but hopefully she’d get lucky.
“Kacey, stop. Don’t be so damn dramatic!” he yelled, trying to stop her, but she smacked him with her purse.
“Dramatic! You broke my heart, Jordie. Back then, I gave you another chance and I let you take my heart again, just to learn that every time something happened, something bad, you went to her?”
He shook his head. “No, the last time I talked to her was a few days before we got back together. I haven’t spoken to her much since.”
“But did you tell me about her? About your friend?” she snapped back. “No, you hid her because you knew that it would hurt me.”
“No, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think about it, because she doesn’t matter! All that fucking matters is you, Kacey. You’re it!”
But she shook her head, unable to accept what he was saying. “Go inside and calm your friend.”
“No, not till you promise you’ll be out here when I come back.”
Looking back at him, she could hear and feel her heartbeat in her ears. “I can promise you I won’t be here when you come back,” she said, her eyes in slits.
“Kacey,” he said, but she cut him off.
“Go, Jordie,” she demanded and he shook his head.
“You are being childish, Kacey, seriously.”
“Childish, huh? Well, you’re a dick,” she sneered, her arms crossing over her chest. He stood there for a second, and she could feel his anger coming off him like thunder. But she was mad too, and hurt. The pain was almost as bad as when he’d cut off all communication with her. In a way, he replaced her with that bitch, and that wasn’t okay. When she glanced to the side, she saw a taxi coming toward them and she threw her hands up in relief. She had to get away from him before she did something drastic.
Like, break up with him.
“Don’t get in that taxi, Kacey,” he demanded but she scoffed as she pulled the door open and got in, slamming the door despite his yelling at her to get out of the cab.
“Go, please,” she said, looking away before rattling off her address.
“Boyfriend troubles?” the cabbie asked as he drove off, and Kacey shrugged as her hands cupped her growing belly. Her ring caught the light of the sun and her eyes clouded with tears. She was supposed to be happy, excited for her future with Jordie, but she felt like everything she’d thought was good was a lie. That the foundation of their relationship was built on dishonesties. For the longest time, she had thought it was the help of AA and therapy that had gotten Jordie through his problems at the beginning, but instead it had been Natasha.
Someone he cared for.
Someone he hid from her.
Someone who wasn’t Kacey.
Wiping away her tears, she guessed the other shoe had finally dropped.
Screaming out in frustration as the taxi pulled away, he turned just as Natasha came out, a napkin under her nose as she glared at him. But he didn’t care. He could give two shits that her nose could be broken or that she was mad, because he was furious.
“How dare you?” he sneered and she shrugged.
“You are making a mistake,” she said nasally. “You love me.”
“No, I do not!” he yelled. “I don’t fucking love you, not even a little bit. I love that woman, the one that just got a cab to go home because of the shit you started. Do you know how fragile pregnant women are? Oh wait, no, you don’t, because you don’t have kids or even want them because you don’t get close enough to anyone to even start to have a relationship.”
“I got close to you!”
“But I don’t want you!” he yelled back, his heart pounding as his mind reeled with ways to handle Kacey. She was overly emotional all the time, with good reason, and he knew he was in deep shit. She was right; he should have told her about Natasha, but honestly, he never even thought of her. He was so happy with Kacey that he didn’t need Natasha anymore. He knew that sounded horrible and maybe made him an ass, but he only needed Kacey.
Natasha’s eyes widened as she slowly shook her head. “You don’t mean that.”
What the hell was up with all these crazy people? First Liam, then his mom, who was straight from crazy town, and now Natasha? When was he