Page 26 of Mercy
He smirks at me, “Are you going to need help getting into the house too, drunk ass?”
“No, I’ll be alright,” I stammer.
He pulls up to the house, and somehow, I manage to get out of the vehicle just fine and approach my door. Entering, I walk in and go through my living room, but as I begin to turn left to make my way to my bedroom, I see what I’ll never be able to unsee. Mercy is in Nash’s arms, his lips pressed to hers, her hands on his chest. I stand there like an idiot, just staring.
And then I hear the words that gut me.
“Merce, I’ve been in love with you since we were five. I’m tired of trying to pretend I’m not.”
Once my breathing starts again, I go to move, but my legs go out, I hit the wall, and a picture of Nash goes flying, and glass shatters. Mercy jumps away from Nash and stares at me with regretful eyes.
My words slur, “I’m just going to my bedroom. Continue. Don’t let me interrupt your fucking love fest.”
After I slam my door, I strip down to my boxers and lay on the bed as the room spins. Fuck. Nash is in love with her.I fucked the girl my son loves. And the horrible man that I am, I’m dying to do it again. Pussy is never worth losing your kid for no matter how good it is. I vow to myself right now, never again. I’m done with Mercy.
I grab my phone when I hear it chime with a text alert.
Mercy: I don’t love him, his declarations change nothing for me.
Me: It changes everything for me.
Nine
MERCY
It’s beenthree months since I left Liam’s house. He was done with me, and I couldn’t stomach being around Nash either so I left before the party even happened. He ruined everything. Maybe I shouldn’t be angry about him simply telling me his feelings, but I am. Liam doesn’t respond to any of my messages, he pretends I don’t even exist at the hospital. It’s painful, to say the least, he obviously didn’t feel anything for me. It was completely one-sided. I was nothing more than a good lay, one and done. Still, my feelings haven’t changed, I love him. But I’ve given up on the hope that one day we’ll be together. I deserve better than this. For the first few weeks I fantasized that I’d see him in the hospital, and he’d look at me and suddenly know he couldn’t live without me. Stupid, I know. But it’s been three months, ninety days and he still can’t even be bothered to respond to a simple text message, so I’m over it, done. People will treat you how you allow them to treat you. I am aware that climbing into his bed in the middle of the night, acting like a slut didn’t exactly help matters. I told him that I got what I wanted and that was not true. I wanted more, so much more.
I’m standing in the break room, it’s a simple room with a few tables and a couple of coffee machines. I’m brewing fresh coffee because I can’t stand shit that’s been sitting around for hours.
The whisper of a breath reaches my neck and I freeze. My stupid brain is convinced that it’s Liam’s breath but somewhere deep down I know better.
“Have mercy, you look beautiful today.”
I roll my eyes as I spin around to come face to face with Dr. Jacobs.
“That’s so original. I’ve never heard that before,” I quip sarcastically.
He grins as he invades my personal space, taking my hand in his, “Go out with me tonight.”
Dr. Jacobs is a handsome man, but he’s no Liam. He’s got dark hair that falls to the top of his collar, perfectly styled, parted to the right. Brown eyes that are simply generic, nothing special. And when he looks at me, I know he wants to fuck me. But I want more. I want a man that looks at me like he can’t take another breath without me. Unrealistic, I know. I mean I just met him a week ago.
Turning away from him I pour my cup of coffee, add a little splash of hazelnut cream and stir it before taking a long sip, burning my tongue. Ow!
“Just a drink,” he says.
Facing him again with my coffee in my hands, I sigh, “I’m sorry, I have plans.”
He shakes his head, “A date?”
I laugh, it’s really none of his damn business what my plans are. “No, nothing like that. I’m going to the On-Call room with my best friend.”
“Raincheck then?” he smiles.
I nod, “Sure.”
“I have to go, Dr. Jacobs. I have a patient to see.”
“I’ll walk you.”
