Page 24 of Loyal
“Well, your best is bullshit, and all you’re being is selfish. End it with the biker, or I’m moving. You decide,” she snaps before storming away.
Only when her bedroom door slams shut do I let the tears fall.
I knew this was going to be hard, but I didn’t realize just how hard it would be.
I shut off my bike and look over at her house. I can see lights are on, but there is no movement from inside.
Weird.
For the last week every time I’ve pulled into my driveway, Sami has met me on her porch with a smile on her face, but tonight there isn’t even a peek through the blinds.
You’re overthinking it.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I head inside my own home.
Still, something doesn’t sit right with me.
Maybe shit hit the fan when she told Farrah we were seeing each other.
Dread fills my stomach at the thought. If she told Sami she didn’t want her dating me, I couldn’t blame Sami for breaking it off. That’s her kid. She needs to come first.
Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be upset.
Taking a deep breath, I pull my phone out of my pocket. Pulling up her number, I see that she hasn’t texted me since earlier, before her daughter got home from school.
Quickly I type out a message.
Me: Is it weird to say that I miss you even though I just saw you this morning? I hope your evening with your girl goes well.
I groan as soon as I hit send.
“Way to let your desperation seep through,” I mutter to myself.
My phone starts buzzing in my hand, and when I look down, I frown when I see her name.
“Mami,” I answer, heart racing.
In the last year of seeing each other, she’s never once called. Yeah, I’ve called her, and we’ve texted more than a thirteen-year-old girl does, but not once has she called me.
She sniffles on the other end, and I swear I feel my heart stutter. “Matty…”
Hearing her use the nickname she’s given me should make me happy, but the pure torment in her tone has my heart ready to tear out of my chest to find her.
“What’s wrong,Mami?”
“Can I come over?” she whispers.
“Of course. The door’s unlocked for you,” I say with no hesitation.
When she hangs up, I toss my phone on the island and rub my hands over my face.
Okay, it’s clear it didn’t go well. The question is, is she going to want to end it? Will I be able to talk her out of calling it quits?
Before my mind can spiral any further, I hear the front door open and close softly. Leaving the kitchen, I head her way. When she sees me, her tears start to fall and she rushes into my arms, making me step back to keep us from falling.
“Shhh,Mami, it’s okay. Whatever it is, we will get through it.”
“She hates me,” she chokes out.
