“Lanie, that’s total fuckin’ bullshit and you know it.”
“How, if you look back from start to finish, is any of the mess that was us a good thing? Fighting. Drama. Me pushing you away, you pushing back. You cutting me out then thinking you can just say you fucked up and all would be okay. It’s lunacy.”
“That’s a goddamned relationship, Lanie.”
“Well it hurts,” I hissed. “And I didn’t spend seven fucking years guarding myself from that pain only to have it shoved down my throat!” I ended on a shout.
“Jesus, lady, are you seriously gonna stand there and tell me you don’t remember all the good we had, and there was a lot of good in there, Lanie, good so good it was the best and it totally fuckin’ outweighed the bad in time and importance, and you’re gonna throw us away just because you’re shit scared?”
“Yes, I’m seriously going to stand here and tell you just that, Hop,” I shot back.
“So you’re okay, in taking that away from you, taking it away from me.”
My breath pressed out of my lungs on a wheeze and I stared.
Hop continued.
“On the road groupie pussy. Biker pussy. Fuckin’ Mitzi. I’ve had a lot and some of the women in there, they were good. Fine women. Sweet women. Excellent lays. But never, not in forty fuckin’ years of life, have I had a woman who I felt about like I feel about you. You tell me you care about me and yet, we both fuck up and hurt each other, you won’t make the effort it takes to forgive and get back on track? In doing that, taking away the only shot I’ve ever had in forty fuckin’ years of being genuinely happy?”
I didn’t say anything because I hadn’t thought of it like that and thinking of it like that made the pain I’d been feeling for nearly two weeks unbearable.
So unbearable, it was a wonder I stayed standing.
Unfortunately, I battled the pain too long. It gave Hopper the time to jump to a conclusion.
And Hop, being Hop, did just that.
“I did not fuck around on you. I did not use you to shield me from bullets. I did not lead you to heartbreak. I did none of that shit, Lanie, and you’re makin’ me pay for all your,” he jabbed a finger at me, “mistakes. You wanna stand with an island between us, not touch me in weeks, not talk to me for days and be done, baby? You got it. We’re done.”
My body listed to the side, preparing to go after him, my mouth opening to call his name but he stopped in the opened sliding glass door, turned to me and landed his last blow.
“You know, this reminds me of Mom and my old man. All this bullshit fighting about fuckin’ nothin’, two people just so shit scared of the love they feel for each other, they’d rather drive each other away than take a risk on feeling the fullness of that feeling.” And if that wasn’t enough, then came the coup de grâce. “So I guess that means I didn’t fuckin’ learn after Mitzi.”
Did Hop just kind of say he loved me?
“You love me?” I breathed.
“You’ll never know,” he replied, turned, slid the door to and walked away.
Chapter Sixteen
The Best
Two weeks and three days later…
I was at the Chaos hog roast, freaking out.
Hop had not yet showed and the longer I was there, the longer I courted running into him.
I had not called, texted or hung out at Chaos for a second chance at a second chance with Hop. Hop’s finale was final. The pain was immense. I couldn’t do it, not again.
I had to let it go. Try to find a way to survive. Not court more pain I wasn’t strong enough to endure.
I had to move on.
I hated it.
I missed him so badly, it was an ache. I fell asleep with it. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling it. I pushed through the day suffering it.
But I had to hope it would dull. Someday.
And maybe it would. In about fifty years.
I had not told Tyra about what happened between Hop and me. Not yet.
I was not procrastinating.
We were gearing up at work for a couple of campaigns going live so work was insanely busy. And I’d found a short-term counselor I liked so I started seeing her.
This was, surprisingly, working, and it had from the very first visit. That was to say, before talking to Tyra and going to the counselor, I didn’t have that dream about Kansas City every night but it came frequently. I hadn’t had it now since talking to Tyra.
So that was one bit of good.
I still wasn’t sleeping well but the reason wasn’t Elliott and Kansas City.
The reason was that Hop wasn’t lying beside me and I ached for him to be close to me.
But, as Hop said, we were done.
Also taking my headspace, Tyra had told Mitch’s wife Mara to get Mitch to give that guy my number and he’d called, four times.