he will be in the hospital for his words and actions.
I’m tired of protecting him, defending him.
He’s not my son any longer. He’s nothing more than a stalker, a crazed ex.
“You aren’t my son. You are a bitter, sad little man. Come back when you’re ready to apologise and maybe, just fucking maybe, if you do or say nothing else, our family won’t be wrecked,” I tell him and turn away, dismissing him.
“Fuck you and your family. I don’t want to be your son,” he yells. “And I will ruin you both for what you have done.” Something is slammed onto the table, and I look back to see a picture—a picture of Lexi and me. It’s taken in my garage, she’s pushed against my car. I’m fucking her, it’s clear and explicit… How did he even get this?
He laughs bitterly. “I have the whole fucking video on my phone. You forgot to change your security passcode and that there’s a camera in there. You’re going to end it, you’re going to break her fucking heart and trash her, or else this little video? It goes viral. I’ll send it to all your clients, your friends and family. Everyone will know what a sick fuck you are. It will ruin your reputation, your work, your relationships. Is one pussy really worth that?” He steps back, leaving me staring at the picture.
He took a beautiful, treasured moment and turned it into something dark and angry, infecting one of the best moments of my life. It’s something private between Lexi and me, and he wants to make it public? To shame and embarrass us for finding love?
I lift my head to demand he delete it or do it myself, but the door is swinging open and he’s gone.
I have no doubt he will do it, he will post it everywhere. The question is can I stop him? And if not, can Lexi and I live with the consequences?
Will she leave?
Will she hate me?
I don’t give a fuck about my reputation, about what people think, but she’s had a hard life, and this might push her over the edge. Love doesn’t make you blind, you can still love someone and leave them. Sometimes because it’s easier, sometimes because it hurts too much to stay.
If they all see this, if they make our lives hard…miserable…will it be too much?
Is this the end of my angel and me?
I slam my fist into the wall and press my head there. I can’t lose her, I can’t. What the fuck am I going to do? Hate like I have never felt fills me at Justin for putting me into this situation. For making me choose.
Because I will always choose her.
Now I just need to figure out how to keep her and stop this from getting out.
Lexi
I haven’t heard from Tyler all day, so when he arrives to pick me up from work, I’m pleasantly surprised. I kiss him hello, but he just helps me into the car, and all the way home he white knuckles the wheel, not even looking at me.
When we reach his house, and he helps me out before heading through to the kitchen and dropping into a chair at the table with his head in his hands, I know something is wrong. Something bad. An icky feeling starts in my stomach as I stand in the darkened doorway watching him.
“Tyler?” I whisper, and he flinches but doesn’t look at me.
Oh God, is he breaking up with me? Or worse?
My legs shake, but I force myself to cover the distance. Unable to stand, I drop to my knees at his feet. My heart is pained, and my lungs are tight, making it difficult to breathe as I suck in desperate little breaths. My lips tremble, and tears blur my vision. I know what’s coming, he’s going to leave me.
Normally I would end it first and be gone…but I don’t want to lose Tyler. I love him, which is something I never thought possible. Something I have never experienced. He makes me happy. He makes my heart soar, and I was just starting to imagine a future with him. No, this can’t be it, it can’t be over.
I’ll beg if I need to, I’ll use my body to prove he still wants me, still needs me. Whatever it takes, I can’t lose my daddy. I just can’t. He’s the air I need to breathe, and faced with the possibility of this being over…
I realise just