Page 29 of Coiled Tight

Shit, no, forget I said that (my stupid phone doesn’t let me delete the message for some reason)

You can totes hate me and I deserve it and I was the worst and I’m clearly still the worst because how unhinged does one need to be to hire a PI to find their ex-best friend when she deleted all her accounts?

Um. Yeah

Sorry aboutthat, by the way

I mean, I get that you don’t want to hear from me ever again in the history of ever. I was the worst and I abandoned you when you needed me and it wasn’t fair and I mean there was a story behind it but I don’t deserve to make excuses so I’m not going to, okay?

I just… I’m sorry

I told myself that I was not going to reach out, ever, and that I was just going to make sure you were okay somewhere, and that I was going to repent on my own or something, but… But I’m really overwhelmed right now, and I feel so alone, and you were my best friend and I just

I’m sorry

(again)

But. Um. I know it’s hypocritical of me to reach out to you because I need a friend, but I do? And… yeah

PS: If you ever respond to this, it will probs take me like a week to even read it and 2-3 business weeks to reply

Okay bye !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please don’t hate me

I’m the worst

I also very clearly don’t know how to do goodbyes like a functioning adult

Sorry

The ticks below the messages showed that Kara had read it—those hadn’t been there last night. My skin broke out inhives. The only way I’d managed to function these past weeks was by convincing myself that the PI I hired gave me the wrong details, or that Kara would just delete the conversation as soon as she saw the nickname I used to have in the app we chatted on.

No such luck, obviously.

Well, she might still have deleted the chat after reading it.

I whimpered.

“Something wrong?”

Shit!

To his benefit, this time I’d had the door wide open, and I had told him to come pick me up when he’d finished getting everything in the back of the truck. We were driving to like the middle of Texas, and here I was, destroying my cuticles because I had given in to a moment of weakness that I couldn’t take back now, and Kara was extra sensitive to that kind of thing, and I bet she’d cried because she was a crier, and I didn’t want to make her cry, dammit.

And now the Daddy of my dreams leaned against the doorframe to my room, and he looked concerned as fuck, but I had to go and pretend everything was cool for however many days it took us to drive there. Saúl had told me, but had I listened?

Clearly, I hadn’t, and now I was reaping the rewards of my fuckery.

Fun.

I blinked fast before I lost it in front of him again. “I’m fine. Can we stop by the vet lair first? I wanna say goodbye to the pups.”

Because the other thing that had kept me up at night was the fact that it was a very real possibility that none of them would be there when we came back. Saúl hadn’t given me any updates, but he’d said that the first day. They had a deal with the shelter two towns over. The dogs would be picked up, andthey’d go to a good family, and I was supposed to be happy about it. And I was, but just like with Kara, I couldn’t leave shit well alone without stirring some ugly emotions.

And now I’d be on the verge of tears for yet another reason.

The road trip to Houston was going to be hell.