Southern Secrets (Southern #7) - Natasha Madison Page 0,76

too fast," I say, and she doesn’t move.

"I’ll help you there, and then you can do your thing," she says, and I reach out, taking her hand in mine.

"I feel weird," I say finally. "And I can’t explain it," I say, walking with her into my room. "It’s almost like …"

"A piece of you is missing," Chelsea says from beside me softly. The tears don’t even warn me this time. They just come, one after another, like a dam being opened. My hand covers my mouth to stop the sob. "You don’t have to do this," Chelsea says from beside me. "Why don’t you do it tomorrow?"

"No," I say, shaking my head. "I need him gone," I say. "I need to see that all of his stuff is gone." She nods her head at me as I go over to the bed and start ripping off the sheets. "These need to go in the garbage.” I throw my cover on the floor, followed by the sheets. My body shakes but with rage, rage that I let myself fall for someone who hurt me. Rage that I can’t stop thinking about how he is feeling. Rage that all I want to do is ask him to come back. I walk around the bed, grabbing the pillows and also throwing them on the floor.

I don’t bother to hide the tears when Quinn comes in. He looks at me and then at Chelsea, who just shakes her head. "Leave her."

"I want it all gone," I tell them both. "I need garbage bags," I say, walking out of the room past both of them and going to the kitchen. Grabbing two from the box, I go back to my room. "Quinn, hold the bag open, and I’ll throw the stuff in it." I shake the garbage bag open. "Chelsea, help me put the stuff in the bag," I say, and she helps me with no questions asked. I grab the other bag and walk around the room, throwing out everything that reminds me of him.

Picking up the little glass jar that he bought me last week with the two little red roses in them, I throw it into the empty garbage bag, the sound of the glass shattering makes me look up. "It’s funny," I say, looking down at the bag, then up again. "I thought when my heart broke earlier, I would hear it shatter, just like the glass did." I wipe my cheek when Chelsea takes a step forward, and I hold up my hand. "I just want all of his stuff gone so I never have to look at it again," I say, my voice going lower. "The sooner I do that, the sooner I can forget about him."

Chapter 31

Asher

I wait for Quinn to come out of the house, carrying two huge garbage bags. He walks right over to me. "Here," he says, dropping the bags at my feet.

"What are those?" I ask, looking down at the two bags.

"The bedding and some stuff she didn’t want," he says, and if my heart wasn’t shattered before, it’s definitely shattered now.

"How is she doing?" I ask, looking back at the house and seeing that all the lights are off.

"She went from laughing to crying to throwing shit," he answers honestly. "Chelsea put something in her tea."

"Fuck." I shake my head. "Is Chelsea staying?" I ask and then hear a car coming. Looking up I see that it’s Mayson. He gets out of the truck, opening the door in the back and grabbing a bag out of it.

He comes over to us. "Figured you would still be here," he says. "Are you going anywhere?"

"As long as Liam is out there, I’m not going anywhere," I say, and he nods at me. "I’ll be out here if you need me."

"Why don’t you go to my place?" Mayson says. "I don’t know how she is going to react if she sees you here."

"I can’t leave her," I say, looking at them. "What would you do?" They both share a look. "Would you leave Willow?" I ask Quinn.

"I didn’t even know her name, and I wouldn’t leave her," Quinn says, folding his arms over his chest.

"And you," I say to Mayson. "Would you leave Chelsea?"

"Not in this lifetime," he says. "But …" he says, and I say something, and he holds up his hand. "Hear me out. If she comes out here and sees you’re here, it might push her over the edge, and she might never