The other half, f**k me, f**k me, f**k me, was hoping.
He didn’t walk out of the bathroom and he certainly didn’t pop out from behind a curtain.
And because he didn’t, my legs gave out from under me, I sunk again to my ass, shoved my face between my knees and cried f**king more f**king rivers of f**king salt.
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Chapter Fifteen
Eleven Hours
Three weeks later…
My cell ringing woke me up.
I rolled, grabbed it from the nightstand, looked at the display and it said, “Ella Calling”.
I blinked, groggy, confused, it had to be the middle of the night.
Why was Ella calling?
Shit. This couldn’t be good.
I flipped it open and put it to my ear. “Ella, honey, what’s up? Is everything okay?”
Silence then, soft, gentle, trembling, “Oh baby.”
My heart skipped then stuttered to a halt, I shot up to sitting in the bed, the phone pressed tight to my ear.
“Ella?” I called when she said no more.
Now my voice was trembling.
“Lexie, precious…” she trailed off and again said no more.
“Ella,” now my body was trembling, “what’s happened? Is it Honey?”
Silence then, so soft it was near a coo, “No, baby, it’s Ty.”
My body stopped trembling because it had started shaking.
“What’s Ty?” I whispered.
I heard her draw in a deep breath then, “Got a call from a man named Julius.”
Oh God. Oh no. Oh God no.
“Told me Ty was out in that fancy car of his, goin’ too fast…”
Oh God. Oh no. Oh God no!
“Lost control, wasn’t wearin’ a seatbelt.”
He didn’t. Ty didn’t. I’d nag him and he’d do it but I had to nag him.
Live wild, mama.
I closed my eyes.