With love.
So much love.
“Why are you showing me this now?” he asked, his voice shaky as he placed the notebooks down on the coffee table. He couldn’t even get through them all because I wrote so many words about him.
“Because I know your brain is being mean to you.” I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around his body. He put his hands on my lower back, holding me in place. “So I wanted to remind you of some truths.”
“Sometimes the truth feels like lies,” he whispered.
“I know... I’m sorry you’re so sad, Landon.”
“I’m too sad. It’s too much for you.”
“You’re never too much. I love your happy, and I love your sad. I love your light, and I love your dark. I love you. Every script, every page, every revision, every draft.”
He brushed his lips against mine and closed his eyes. “I needed you today, and you were there. I cannot thank you enough for being there for me, for being here for me. For being... you. You make the darkest nights feel like the sun. I love you,” he breathed out. “I love you. I... love... you...”
We were just two kids who made a stupid bet a few months ago. Two kids who pushed one another. Two kids who pissed each other off, who made rude remarks, who battled each other tooth and nail. And then, somewhere in the midst of our hate, we accidentally fell in love.
We made love twice that night. The first time was delicate and controlled; he went slow and worshipped every single inch of me. The second time, I asked him to show me his scars, and he did exactly that. It was a messy kind of love. His kisses were deeper, his thrusts were harder, and his love was loud. He rocked his hips against mine, pinning me against the dresser, against the bed, against his heartbeats. He made love like the wild beast that lived within him, showing me his pain, his heartache, his scars.
And that heartbroken boy? He was mine.
Damaged.
Broken.
Disheveled.
And completely mine.
* * *
At one point in the middle of the night, someone rang Landon’s doorbell. I was already curled up in Landon’s bed when it happened. He was already in the kitchen getting water for me. He must’ve opened the door, because I heard two voices in the living room. They started shouting instantly, making every hair on my body stand straight up.
“You almost fucking killed her, you asshole!” Landon hollered.
I pulled myself out of the bed and wrapped my arms around my body as I went to see what the shouting was about. The closer I grew, the more confused I became as the voice appeared to be a little too familiar.
“I didn’t know she’d overdose!Fuck! That stupid fucking kid! We were fine until she started to—”
My feet paused in the foyer as I stared at the two guys standing in front of me with a complete look of bewilderment.
“Dad?”
27Landon
My shouts came to an abrupt stop when I heard the wordDadleave Shay’s mouth. I turned to face her and then looked at KJ, who had barged into my house, freaking out about Monica overdosing.
Why the fuck was Shay calling KJ “Dad”? How the...
Holy shit.
No fucking way.
“You’re Shay’s deadbeat father?!” I spat out, shoving my hands against KJ’s chest. “You’re the piece of shit that’s been making her life hell?”
KJ’s stare darted between me and Shay with complete confusion. He then stared at me. “You’re the fuckboy she’s been sneaking out with?!” he barked, shoving me back. “Stay the fuck away from my daughter! You’re no good for her!” he yelled as if he was any better. He literally almost killed Monica with his insane ways of living.