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❝You will not even look at any other man. Fucking him or anyone else is not even an option, Rebecca. Am I clear?❞ He suavely said, his arms caging me between him and the wall. Talk about a rock and a hard place. Literall...
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"Shut up!" The woman's gaze snapped to mine in shock as the words tumbled out of my mouth. I rolled my eyes at her, walking away from her.
"Don't you dare walk away from me, Becca! Come back-" I let out a huff as my aunt Margaret's hand wrapped around my arm, holding me still.
"What do you want?" I muttered out to the woman who was suddenly very concerned about my well being. She hadn't been concerned when my parents had passed away, hadn't helped me get through anything.
"I just want to talk... Find out how you are doing, how is everything, since you know..."
"Since my parents died? Seriously, it has been 6 years and now you are concerned?"
"I was always concerned, Becca..." She started and I rolled my eyes at her. "And that's why the last time I saw you was at my parents' funeral."
"I-you know, I-" She started and I cut her off as I raised an hand up to her face, shaking my head and storming out of the store where I had accidentally had a little Rendez-Vous with my dear old aunt.
I saw Nathan's tall form leaning against the black car and he raised an eyebrow at me. "You went in there for an hour and got nothing?"
I rolled my eyes at him, raising an eyebrow of my own. "An hour? It's been ten minutes..."
I moved past him, going to the other side of the car and opening the door. I slipped inside and he eventually got into the car, starting it.
I awkwardly looked out the window and his voice broke me out of my bubble once the car was moving,"What happened?"
I shook my head in response, eyeing him,"Nothing..." He huffed out in response, his hand tightening on the wheel.
"Fine... I ran into my evil witch of an aunt," I muttered out under my breath. "No one in my family helped me when my parents died and she turned her back on me way too soon..." I explained to him, crossing my arms in front of me.
"I am sorry, that must have been hard for you...," He muttered out, clearing his throat. My eyes stayed on the road outside, the trees rushing by in a blur of green. His hand fell down on my knee gently, patting the skin there in reassurance before he retrieved it.
"How are you doing now?"
"Fine. It's been a long time..." I sighed out, sorry that I had brought this topic up. Talking about death and my dead parents put a sour taste in my mouth. "Where are we going?"
"I was going to take you to my place but I if you want to go to yours-"
"No, it's fine," I sighed out and let my hand slip into my purse to take out my phone, looking down at the missed call on the bright screen. Ralph's name again flashed on the screen as my phone started ringing and I quickly picked it up, already dreading the conversation we were going to have.