Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(20)

“Not what I think? Train, are you kidding me? I just saw him up against the wall being fucked and fucking some skank whores. What part of that is incorrect?”

“Look, Max. You two have been going through some shit, okay? He says he thinks you’ve been cheating on him, and you didn’t want to be in this relationship anymore.

“I don’t give a shit what he thinks, Train. I’ve never been unfaithful to him, and you know it. That shit’s all in his head. All I’ve ever done was love him and be there for him, no matter what. My life revolves around him and school. I don’t go out with friends. I barely have time to myself. So don’t give me that shit!”

I know I was screaming at this point. I saw fear in Train’s eyes as he put his hands up in a calming motion.

“I know. Okay, just calm down.”

I started to feel my body began to shake uncontrollably as tears started falling from my eyes. I couldn’t control my breathing, and I started pacing.

But I did manage to calm my voice down to say to him, “I just saw my boyfriend in there being fucked by two women, Train.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Train and I looked behind him and found Trip stomping toward me. His face was red, and his fists were balled up. Is he mad at me? I asked myself, taken aback by his behavior. But I quickly dismissed that feeling and felt my anger rising even further at his audacity.

“Who are you talking to?”

I started in his direction, but Train moved faster and met his brother before I did.

“I’m talking to you. You giving my brother shit because you’re mad I’m here and not with you. You better check yourself.”

“Wait a minute, bro,” Train tried to say.

But I didn’t let him say anything else. I went into hyper drive.

“I better check myself? How about you check yourself? I can’t believe you, Trip. You and me; this thing we have is officially fucking over. Do you understand me? Lose my fucking number.”

“This shit ain’t over. You and I will never be over,” he yelled back at me, with his brother still holding him back.

“Ha…you keep thinking that,” I told him, and jumped back in the car.

My body was wracked with adrenaline and emotions. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I was both extremely angry and hurt. I was speeding. I knew I had to slow down, but I couldn’t. I can’t believe he had the balls to come at me like that, especially after what he was just doing. I mean the nerve of that son of a bitch.

My phone started ringing, and when I glanced at it I started to seethe. It was him calling me.

“Well, fuck you, buddy,” I said to no one in particular. I turned off my phone. Instead of going home, I made my way to The Bar.

I parked in the back and noticed Lou’s car. I looked at my watch and saw it was almost 1:30 a.m. The Bar typically closed at 3 a.m., so I had some time to at least get some alcohol in my system. I also needed to talk to Lou about continuing my internship. I used to work with Lou awhile back. I would help his therapist stretch and work out sore muscles of his fighters. It was hard for me, of course, because I was a girl. But the fighters respected Lou, and they learned rather quickly to leave me alone.

Lou and my grandfather were close, which is how he became like an uncle to me when I moved to permanently live with my grandparents. I grew up around fighters and learned what it took to take care of a fighter’s body. That was one of the things that drove me to nursing and eventually to become a doctor in Sports Medicine. It’s a passion of mine to keep these guys in boxing shape, so they could inflict pain on each other.

It took less than two minutes to ask Lou if I could finish my internship with him. He didn’t ask any questions. He just said, “Of course,” and that he’ll see me at the gym on Monday after class.

I hugged him quickly and made my way to the bar area to drown my sorrows before I went home. As I walked down a hallway from Lou’s office to the front of the bar, I heard someone playing a song that I knew quite well. When I cleared the hallway, I stopped and stared at the person playing. He was facing me but had his head down looking at the keys. His jaw was tight, and he seemed miles away even. But the way he played, and how relaxed he was, made me slightly weak. He wore a simple white t-shirt that didn’t hide the flexing of his muscles as he stroked the keys in front of him.

I smiled broadly and started singing softly. When I sang the first note, his eyes met mine.

“Turn down the lights. Turn down the bed. Turn down these voices inside my head. Lay down with me, tell me no lies. Just hold me close, don’t patronize me. Cos I can’t make you love me if you don’t. You can’t make my heart feel something that it won’t here in the dark these final hours. I will lay down my heart. Cos I feel the power. But you won’t, no you won’t. Cos I can’t make you love me when you don’t.”