my smoke, and in one smooth move, I grabbed her
face with both hands and crushed her lips to mine, forcing them open with my
tongue, and delving deep inside. She moaned low, going limp in my arms before
she wrapped her arms around my neck, threading her hands in my hair, and
digging her nails into my scalp. Our tongues tangled together in deep
exploration, desperate for each other, as we both fought for air. The kiss was
rough, urgent, and I ended it quickly, abruptly tearing my lips from hers to
peer into her hazy eyes as I said, "You made your bed. Now you have to lie
in it."
I climbed into my car, revved the engine, and spun out of
the parking lot, watching her in my rearview mirror; leaving her standing alone
and in shock, as her eyes went wide in confusion, and her fingers flew to her
swollen lips. I quickly cranked up the volume on my stereo as "Jesus
Christ" by Brand New streamed through my speakers.
******
Hailey
Oh, God. I needed to talk to someone. No, I needed to be
alone. No- I needed to talk to someone. Shit!
I hurried inside and ran into in the kitchen, retrieving my
purse, and pulling out my phone, dialing the numbers furiously. Damnit! It wentstraight to voicemail.
"Hey, I've been looking all over for you." I
jumped, unnerved at the sound of Georgia's upbeat, and yet concerned voice.
"Where've you been?" she questioned.
Tears began to sting the backs of my eyes, and my lips began
to quiver, as I stood silently staring at her, pleading with her not to
question me further. But I knew Georgia better than that. She'd never let me
off that easy.
I gripped the phone like a vice, as she came to stand in
front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders, and dipping her head to look me
in the eyes. "Hailey, Jesus, you're shaking like a leaf. I think you've
had enough for one day," she admonished. "I'll take you home."
I shook my head back and forth adamantly, saying, "I
can't go home. I need to see him." I held up the phone, as if making my
case. "He won't answer...he's not answering!" I blabbered out
emphatically.
Georgia dropped her hands to her side and stood up, peering
at me with confusion, as she said, "Honey, what happened? Who are you
trying to call? Michael?"
" Wha? ...No!"
I blurted out, trying to shove past her, although I hadn't thought of calling
Michael until she'd mentioned it. At this point, it would probably be the wiser
thing to do, but reason never did factor in where Kellan and I were concerned.
"I need to see Kellan," I said concretely, throwing my purse over my
shoulder, and heading for the door.
Her heels clicked forcefully behind me, as she caught up to
me and spun me to face her, shooting out, "I'll call Michael for you, then, because you've obviously
lost your ever loving mind!"
I wrenched out of her grip, narrowing my eyes on her as I
replied, "Michael's my professor , Georgia, not my goddamn shrink."
"Well you obviously haven't been paying attention in
his class," she shot back.
"What in the hell's that supposed to mean?" I bit
out.
"What is it with you?" she questioned, her tone
harsh. "You have daddy issues or something?"
I rolled my eyes. "Stay out of it, Georgia."
"The last time I stayed
out of it ," she gestured with air quotes, continuing, "He left
you in pieces. And who was there to help you put them back together again?
Huh?" She didn't give me time to respond before jumping back in. "Me!
Oh, and let's not forget your husband !"
she emphasized. "The man who actually loved you. Kellan breezes in here, and you're just going to forget
everything he did to you, and fall right back into his trap? You think I can't
see the way you two have been looking at each other? You both disgust me.
Jesus, Hailey...the body's still warm," she admonished.
Tears welled up in my eyes and a lump formed in the back of
my throat at the mention of Jordan. I pointed my finger at her, and gritted
out, "You
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