Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(75)

In my opinion, Jesus didn’t want parents to abandon their kids and let them grow up in a home without love or affection. So he’d failed miserably there. I wasn’t of a mind to forgive that.

Calling him and telling him about my book seemed pointless. And he wouldn’t approve of it if he read it. There were parts that I had changed and made very fictional, but they were still based on the life he let me grow up in. If anyone would catch on to that, he would.

I put Mr. Williams out of my mind. One day maybe I’d call him—or maybe I wouldn’t. He had made no effort to contact me. And I had a family now, and friends. I had the love he’d denied me.

Standing up, I stretched my back from sitting all day long at my desk and went to make a glass of sweet tea. Before I could get to the kitchen, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Green looking like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Green . . . are you okay?” I asked, worried he might be sick. He looked ill.

“No. God, no,” he said, running his hand through his hair, then cursing a streak. “I f**ked up, Blythe, and I know Krit’s not here, but I need advice. From a girl. Or anyone at the moment who I can trust and who isn’t an idiot. Then I may need you to lock me in a room and protect me.”

This did not sound good. “Come in. I was just going to get some tea. Would you like some?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “No, but lock that door. Bolt it too. Just in case.”

“You’re starting to frighten me, Green.”

He walked over, dropped onto the sofa, and buried his head in his hands. “He won’t murder you. Just me. He’s gonna kill me, and I f**king deserve it. But she’s just so . . . and her hair . . . and she smells . . . FUCK! What did I do? I swear to God I’m never drinking again.”

I sat down on the chair across from him. “Slow down. Let’s start with who is going to kill you.”

Green pulled his hair as he kept his head down. “Matty.”

Oh no. “Green . . . what did you do? Did you, uh . . . touch Trinity?” The fact that he was ignoring Trinity at the gigs for a week and a half, and then two nights ago he kept looking at her, then jerking his gaze away had caught my attention. But I decided it was harmless..

“She was a . . . virgin,” he choked out.

Was? Oh no. Ohno ohno ohno . . . “Green, please tell me she was willing . . .”

He dropped his head farther into his lap and groaned. “God, yes she was willing. I’m not a f**king ra**st. But she was so f**king willing about everything I did that I missed the signs. Until I was inside her, being squeezed to death by her tight pu**y.”

“TMI, GREEN!” I stopped him.

He lifted his head and frowned. “Yeah. Sorry, it was. But I didn’t know, Blythe. I seriously didn’t know. I was drinking, and Matty was passed out. She woke up and all that hair of hers was messy and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Then she smiled at me with this cute little sexy look, and she has f**king dimples so damn deep, GOD! I’m just a man, Blythe. I’m just a motherf*cking man who f**ked his friend’s virgin cousin.”

He was really in trouble. Matty was going to kill him, or he was going to go to jail. “How old is she? Did you get her age first?” I asked, ready to go hide him if I had to.

“She’ll be nineteen next month. She’s legal. I already asked Matty her age back before things went weird with us. That’s her fault too, because she has that hair and she smells good and she smiles at me and watches me. When I catch her staring at me, she doesn’t look away, she just gives me them dimples. Did I mention her hair?”

I bit back a smile. “Yeah, you mentioned her hair a few times.”

Green shot up and went back to pulling his own hair with both hands. “I AM SO FUCKED!”

“Where is she now? I mean, did you take her virginity and run over here, or did you take care of her and clean her up and talk about it?”

Green dropped his hands to his sides and let his head fall back while he stared at the ceiling as if it had answers for him. “We . . . you know . . . both, uh . . . finished. And then I did clean her up. She was all dimpled smiles, and I was so pissed. But them dimples were f**king my head up. She said things like it was wonderful and like she’d always dreamed. Then she asked if she could tell Matty we were a couple.” He looked right at me with his eyes wide. “A couple, Blythe! She thought because we f**ked we were a couple.”

Uh-oh. This did not sound good. What had he done?

He sank down onto the coffee table this time and rested his elbows on his knees as he hung his head in what could only be described as shame. “I told her she should have told me that she was a virgin. That I’d never have slept with her. I blamed it on drinking too much whiskey, and then I told her I had too much going on in my life to be in any relationship. That I f**ked girls, I didn’t date them. . . . Then I left.”

Oh, Green. How could you?

“When did you leave her?”

“I came straight here. I needed a safe place to hide for when she tells Matty.”

He was right. And Krit needed to get home. I wasn’t sure how to keep them from destroying the place without Krit here to control them.

Poor Trinity.

Krit

I flung the door to the apartment open and stalked inside, ready to bash heads. I found Green pacing in front of the window and Blythe sitting in the recliner with her legs pulled up under her, watching him with a concerned frown.