Tainted Love(57)

I don’t know why I did that.

I hate Ade at the moment.

The sound of his name sets me on fire, but the ignitor to that fire comes from a place that loves him so fiercely that it could burn down villages.

And that’s where I’m fucked.





I open my eyes to the late afternoon sun. When I glance at my alarm clock, I see it reads five p.m. I moan and roll over, staring at the wall for a few seconds before swinging my legs over the edge and sliding into my slippers. I hope Carter is at work, or out. I really can’t deal with his inquisition right now. I walk out my door, closing it softly behind me and slowly make my way into the living room. When I walk in there, Vicky, Phoebe, and Alaina greet me.

“Oh, um…” I say looking around at them nervously.

Vicky stands from the couch and runs over to me with her arms stretched wide, tears in her eyes, and her face raw and red.

“Kalie, I’m so fucking sorry. Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she says repeatedly.

“It’s not your fault, Vicky. Don’t do that.”

“Come and sit down babe,” Alaina says from the couch, her cheeks still puffy and red, the evidence from our assault apparent.

I swallow down the pain I’m feeling all over my body and walk to the sofa, wincing as I take a seat beside her. I know that after the week we spent together, I feel closer to Alaina than anyone else sitting in this room right now. Don’t get me wrong, each of them are my best friends and I love them dearly, but there’s some comfort I get from being with Alaina. She places her hand on my thigh and looks at me, right in the eye. Her tortured eyes to my tormented ones.

“We’re going to get through this. I’m going to push you through this, too, okay? We’re all here for you, Kalie. We’re your family, the club, us,” she gestures around the room, “we are yours to use as you please.”

I shake my head. “I love you all dearly.” I squeeze onto Alaina’s hand tightly. “So much.” A light smile touches my lips. “I really do,” I say pointedly at her. “But, I can’t do the MC club thing. It’s not me, I’m just not that kind of girl. I’m weak, and I cannot deal with it.”

Alaina smiles a small smile at me before looking at Vicky.

“Hon, you don’t need to be strong. You just need to love strong. The intensity of the love you have for Ade? That is what will pull you through it. He’s hurting too, and I know that doesn’t consolidate you in any way, but he’s there when you’re ready. He loves you Kal, but he knows you need time,” she whispers out honestly. My eyes are wet again, so I wipe the tears that drop onto my cheek.

“I love him, too. You know, I probably always will. But he needs to let me go.”

When I look around the room, I see understanding. And when I lock eyes with Carter, I see the wrinkles lining around his eyes.

“Don’t frown, Carter. You’re getting wrinkles,” I say with a small smile.

He laughs a quite laugh. “Let me in, baby G.”

I nod my head and swallow, before telling him everything.

In the end, he’s furious.

“This is your fault,” he yells to Vicky. “If you weren’t such a fucking slut, she would never had met Ade.” Vicky drops her head in defeat and I jump up to her defense.

“Carter! Don’t ever fucking say that again. I’m my own adult. I wanted, Ade. Want him. Do not blame her for that. So help me God Carter, I will move out,” I yell at him.

He winces and steps back. That was probably a low blow because he has security issues, he needs stability and all that, and when he’s not getting it from a partner he needs it from me. However, I can’t have him lashing out at the girls.

I sit back on the sofa. “I’m sorry about that, Vick.”

She shakes her head, waving her hand in front of her. “He’s right, Kal. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, he’s not right. It is not your fault…” I pause before continuing, “I’m going to see my doctor tomorrow, then I want my life as normal as I can get it.”

They all agree and stand from their seats.

Phoebe pulls me into her arms. “I’m staying back in The Hills. I need to be near you. I’ll be back at my old place, and I bought your stuff back with me along with a new phone,” she says as she kisses me on the forehead. When I look down I notice it’s a brand new iPhone.

“Phoebe, you shouldn’t have!” I point to the phone.

She shrugs. “I didn’t pay for it. It was a gift that I do not want. So I’m gifting it to you,” she says casually.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Okay, well, thank you.”