Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(119)

Luring me into his spider web of deceit.

I packed enough things to get me through the next few days, not knowing where the f*ck I was going. Just knowing that I needed to get out of there. I zipped the suitcase and grabbed it off the bed, dashing out of the bedroom that I made out of nothing but love and devotion.

For him.

My heart pounded, and my ears rang as I raced down the stairs with my suitcase in tow. Rounding the corner so fast I almost tripped over my own two feet, catching myself on the wall before I fell over. I made it another ten steps before hearing the front door click, seeing the knob turn over, all playing out in slow motion in front of me. Stopping me dead in my tracks.

We locked eyes for only a few seconds when he opened the door. His drug-induced gaze going from my face to the suitcase I was firmly holding. The realization hitting him like a ton of f*cking bricks.

We both heard it loud and clear.

“What the f*ck are you doing?” He closed the door behind him. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he snapped, stepping toward me.

Causing me to take a step back.

He wavered, standing still.

“Daisy…” he coaxed, still peering back and forth between my face and the suitcase I was holding so f*cking hard to the point of pain.

“I love you,” he said with so much sincerity in his tone.

That it nearly killed me to hear him say it.

“Get the f*ck out of my way,” I roared, trying to side step him to no avail.

“Not a chance in f*cking Hell, Briggs. Let’s talk, okay?” He put his arms out blocking my escape. “Talk to me—”

“Oh! Now you want to talk! Now that you’re high, Austin! Now that you chose your drugs over me—”

“I didn't choose drugs over you. I would never do that and you f*cking know it! I was seconds from having a goddamn seizure up there,” he spewed, roughly jabbing his finger in the direction of the bedroom. “I was f*cking dying! You know what withdrawal is! You have witnessed it first hand! The last thing I wanted was to have you see me like that again! I left so you wouldn’t have to—”

“Oh my God!” I blurted, accenting every word with wide eyes. “In your own f*cked up head, you actually think that's f*cking true! You actually think that you did that for me! That you didn’t just chose your precious drugs over me! Are you f*cking kidding me? It doesn't matter what excuses you tell yourself, Austin! The truth is blatantly f*cking there!”

“Stop f*cking saying that, Briggs! I would never choose drugs over you! I would have f*cking used in front of you if that were true! I wouldn’t have given a flying f*ck if you saw me. I wouldn’t—”

“Oh my God!” I blurted, accenting every word with wide eyes. “In your own f*cked-up head you actually think that's f*cking true! You actually think that you did that for me! That you didn’t just choose your precious drugs over me! Are you f*cking kidding me? It doesn't matter what excuses you give yourself, Austin! The truth is blatantly f*cking there!”

“Stop f*cking saying that, Briggs! I would never choose drugs over you! I would have f*cking used in front of you if that were true! I wouldn’t have given a flying f*ck if you saw me. I wouldn’t—”

“Have left the love of your life breaking down! Sobbing! Desperately trying to keep it together! Drowning in a sea of your f*cking lies! Tell me, Austin! What wouldn’t you have done?! Lie to me some more?! Since you’re so f*cking good at it! Take a bow, *, that was the performance of a lifetime.”

I immediately grabbed the vase of flowers off the counter that he brought home for me a few days ago and threw them directly at him.

“You selfish son of a bitch!” I screamed.

He ducked as the glass vase hit the door behind him, shattering into thousands of pieces. Mirroring my heart.

“Fuck you! Now get the hell out of my way!” I yelled as loud as I could.

My hands fisted at my sides. Traitorous waves of anger rolled off me. My body shook, vibrating down to my core. He was over to me before I even saw him coming. Reaching for my chin, forcing me to look at the disgrace of a man in front of me. I jerked my face out of his grasp.

“Baby, just let me explain. Please, just give me a chance to—”

“No! Not going to happen this time! You’ve had plenty of chances. You blew what was left. You did this to us, not me! You!”

As soon as I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist, I pushed him away as if his touch burned me.

“Don’t f*cking touch me!” I shouted bloody murder, pushing him again as hard as I could.

His back hit the column, and I didn’t falter.

“You liar! You’re nothing but a f*cking liar!” I repeated, hitting him all over his face and his body. Anywhere I could.

He tried to block each and every advance, so I pushed him and hit him harder. Taking out every ounce of frustration and hatred on him.

“Briggs, calm the f*ck down,” he ordered, trying to grip onto my wrists.

“All you do is lie to me! That’s all you f*cking do! I don’t even know who you are anymore! Maybe I never f*cking did,” I cried, hitting and shoving him the closer he tried to come toward me.

I wasn’t strong enough to hold him back any longer. My attempts became weaker and weaker. My eyes blurred with nothing but tears. My body giving out on me with each second that passed between us.