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Thrown off kilter by this girl, I took the bag she held out for me and slung it over my free shoulder. “There,” she said with an approving nod, admiring her bright pink bag on my shoulder. “That should do it.” “Should do what?” “Warn the other girls away.” “Warn the other girls away?” My brows rose up. “Did you just mark me with your bag?” “I sure did,”
“Oh, go choke on a clit.”
“Do you hate me?” No, I love you. “Go to sleep, Joey.”
“I want time with you, Molloy. I do.
She made me weak, this girl. It was insane, but I forgot about things when I was with her. Things like time, school, hurling, home. She even made me forget about him.
“I’m broken in the head. I don’t work right. I get hooked. I get so fucking addicted, and if we keep this up, I won’t let go. I won’t be able to.”
She was a fucking beautiful distraction from a life of bullshit.
“First.” He eyed me carefully and asked, “Do you love my daughter?” Heart thumping violently in my chest, I felt myself nod. “Entirely.” And then I heard myself say, “For about five years now.”
“It’s like you know you’re about to get your ass handed to you by exposing yourself to this person, and you know that you’re fucking around on the edge of something that could potentially break and ruin you, but it’s just so damn thrilling, so consumingly addicting, that you’re willing to take the risk and do just about anything to be with that person.”
“I love you,” I reiterated, eyes locked on hers, as I brushed away a tear from her cheek. “I love you more than I have ever loved another person in my life, and that’s not an exaggeration. That’s the god honest truth.”
“Exactly. I’m not replacing you, Molloy. I couldn’t. I’m trying to fix me.” For you.
