Because I’m breaking just watching it unfold.
Margaux deserves so much more. She deserves peace, stability, and love that doesn’t hurt.
But Timmy? He’ll never give her that. He’s incapable of it. And the longer she stays, the more he takes from her.
One day, he’ll push too far. One day, she’ll wake up and realize she’s done.
And when that day comes, I’ll be there.
To remind her of who she is—who she’s always been, beneath the weight of his cruelty.
Until then, I wait. And I watch.
And I rage.
CHAPTER 125
BACK-BURNER BARBIE STRIKES AGAIN
MARGAUX
It’s late in the evening when Timmy hands me his phone, a message lighting up the screen.
Worst:
I’m here on the island. It’s your evil twin.
I freeze, staring at the words.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.She’s back.Back-Burner Barbie.
The clingiest of prior hookups, the human equivalent of a mosquito that doesn’t know when to quit. And now, she’s trying to slither back into Timmy’s life.Again.
I’ve spent so much time and effort on this so-called fresh start. Moving away with him from his old bad influences, away from toxic environments. Not that it’s stopped him from findingnewbad influences, but still.
Messica was specifically asked to stay out of his life. He made it clear. But does she respect boundaries? Of course not. And now I’m discovering that he’s kept this from me for two weeks.
“She left a voicemail on my birthday,” he says, his tone annoyingly casual, like this revelation isn’t a bombshell.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” I demand, my voice rising.
He shrugs. “I knew you’d act like this.”
Oh, fantastic. Not only did he hide this from me, but now he’s trying to paintmeas the bad guy.Typical.I feel the heat of anger bubbling beneath my skin, threatening to boil over.
I’m starting to realize that neither of them must have very many friends. Their friendship is highly toxic.
Hell, maybe she’d be a better fit for him. Maybe they deserve each other.
Two miserable, toxic messes, hellbent on destruction of themselves and everyone around them.
“She’s not respecting your boundaries,” I say through gritted teeth. “You told her not to message you, and here she is. Again. Sending you selfies of the two of you, which is franklyweird.”
“Yeah, itisweird,” Timmy agrees. “It’s not okay for her to be doing it.”
“So, did you block her?”
“No.” He shakes his head.