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“Stem the crazy, Harley Quinn,” Katie coaxed, gripping my wrist when I moved to go cut a bitch. “Just watch.”
Our eyes met, green on green, and he winked at me from across the room. And just like that, I was ruined.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Joe,” I growled, feeling a combination of drunk and dizzy. “You don’t own me.” “Well, that’s bad fucking luck on my account, because you sure as shit own me!” Drunk or not, his words hit me like a wrecking ball to the chest. Feeling the air whoosh from my lungs, I glared up at him, feeling a torrent of emotions crashing through me. “Why would you say that to me?” “Because it’s the truth.” “Since when?” “Since I was twelve.”
Because every part of me loved every part of her. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
She had my heart in knots and my head spinning.
“Tell me you’re sorry.” I gave in without a fight, too weary and too damn in love to fight my feelings.
“It’s you,” he repeated gruffly, fingers tightening on my waist. “I pick you. Every single time.”
“I’ll love you the right way this time,” he whispered, and his breath fanned my cheek. “If you’ll show me how.”
“I’m not your mother or your sister. I’m not another girl who needs something from you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly wants you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly loves you. The hurler. The mechanic. The boy. The protector. The asshole. The lover. The addict.”
No such luck, bitch.
“This fucker right here is the daddy.”
Bowling for Soup’s “Girl All the Bad Guys Want.”
“I’ve loved your daughter for six years,” Joey finally broke his silence by saying. “I can easily love her for another eighteen.”
“Be whoever the fuck you want, Doc. I’m not your keeper,”
I wanted to get clean, but most importantly, I wanted to stay clean.
“Maybe before they moved on, someone wanted to make sure his first love had a fighting chance with her first love.”
“Jesus,” I breathed, cradling him in my arms as my emotions got the better of me. “You’re here.” And then he opened his eyes and looked at me. And I was done. My heart no longer beat for me. For the rest of my days, it would beat entirely for the child in my arms. Fuck.
