I knew the second Emma came into view, because my Lola looked away from me at that precise moment. Like the sun being swallowed up by the clouds. And I wasn’t too far away to see the sadness and hurt that came across her face that time.
I clenched my fists and bit back my anger when I felt Emma’s hand on my arm. I had to play it like I was just waiting for my order to be filled, like I hadn’t been scoping out my beauty.
Or who knows what hell this insecure nut would put her through. It was her week at her dad’s place and I noticed her tension goes up, way up when that happens.
That’s something that’s been bothering me a lot, but I’ve come up with the solution. Starting tonight, I’m not going to have to worry about her sleeping in that house alone.
My heart rate picked up just thinking about it. I barely spared a glance for the girl tugging on my arm as I turned away. My gut hurt knowing that this must look like to her. And it was all I could do not to say fuck it. But she needed time.
I hadn’t planned for us to be on the outs this long. I thought I’d explain things to her my first day back and she’d forgive me the way she always did when we were young. But little did I know that without me here, she’d gone and let the world fuck with her head.
I took the unwanted ice cream cone and couldn’t help letting my eyes pass over her one last time. No matter how many times I see that face, it will never be enough. If not for the bi-monthly photos being delivered to my hard-drive I would’ve lost my mind for the sight of her by now.
“Oh geez, just look away Lola huh. It’s not worth it.”
“Old dogface skank. I hope she gives him rabies. Let’s go.”
“Harsh.” I gave Jacks a glare and barely restrained myself from punching her lights out as she stepped back out of harm’s way.
Poor thing, she’s been slapped black and blue since that steaming turd moved back here. Even when she wasn’t defending him in some way she was still getting the brunt of it. That’s my new thing, talking with my hands. And right now I’d like to talk them right around slutopia’s neck.
I ignored the two of them; in fact, I avoided them, altogether by going down the outside steps instead of heading inside to the restroom, which I really needed. “Lola, why in the world are you walking like that?”
“Because I have to pee.” I did the pee walk all the way to the car with this fool laughing her head off behind me. “Why didn’t you just go to the bathroom? You’re being ridiculous you know…”