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  • Into the Deep(Into the Deep #1)(53) by Samantha Young
  • I smirked at him. “It wasn’t emasculating.”

    “Dude.”

    I took that to mean he disagreed.

    Jake’s head whipped to me and I flinched at the blaze in his eyes. “You were going to take a beating?”

    “I knew they wouldn’t hit me.”

    “Uh, I don’t know. I think Damien definitely would’ve swung for you if Alex hadn’t stopped him,” Luke grimaced.

    The muscle ticked in Jake’s jaw, a sure sign he was ready to lose it.

    Jake kept silent as the doctor finished up with Lukas. It wasn’t until we were out in the hospital parking lot that Jake finally spoke. “Can you guys wait in the car? I need to talk to Charley.”

    His family nodded hesitantly and slowly walked away, shooting us concerned looks over their shoulders.

    Feeling ill, I glanced up at Jake. He gestured for me to follow him. We moved far away from the entrance, giving us a modicum of privacy.

    “I know you’re mad at me,” I started, “but—”

    “Just be quiet, Charley.” He sighed, his expression blank again.

    I tried to swallow my annoyance over his tone, over his attitude, but I couldn’t. “Jake, I know you’re going through a lot but I would really appreciate it if you’d stop speaking to me like that. And stop shutting me out,” I hissed.

    “Our front window got smashed in yesterday,” he answered flatly. “Our phone keeps ringing and then the callers hang up. Trenton and his goons are getting restless,” he muttered.

    I closed my eyes, resenting Trenton. The man was going through a lot, but he did it mostly to himself. “Jake, I’m sorry. But it’s just Trenton. Everyone else knows you didn’t attack Brett. They know it was an accident.”

    “I should’ve walked away, called his bluff.” He shook his head, his eyes hollow. “He died because I wasn’t smart enough to walk away from a drunk. I didn’t put the knife in him but I’ve still got blood on my hands.”

    “Jake, he swung at you. If you’d walked away, turned your back, he was drunk enough … he might have hurt you …” I reached for his hand and squeezed it but he gave me nothing back. “We’ll get through this.”

    He stared silently at me in answer and I felt that horrific weight settle in my stomach again.

    “Jake?”

    “I have to get through this on my own.”

    “What?”

    “I can’t do it with you around me.”

    I shook my head, panic pressing down on my chest. “Are you … breaking up with me?”

    He looked away, unable to meet me eyes as he replied, “Yeah. I’m breaking up with you.”

    I couldn’t catch my breath. “And everything between us … everything you promised … that’s just gone?”

    He tensed and then shook his head. “I’m not sticking around to listen to this.”

    “Don’t walk away from me!” I cried, anger thankfully breaking the panic into pieces. “You owe me!”

    And suddenly the fury was back in his face when he stopped and whirled to face me. “I owe you? I owe you? I played a part in a kid’s death. Do you know how f**ked up that is? How f**ked up I feel right now? Can you think of someone other than yourself for just a second?”

    “I am!” I argued. “I’ve been thinking about you constantly for days. I’ve been worrying nonstop. All I want is to help you. I don’t understand why this is my fault?”

    “I told you we shouldn’t have gone to that party.” He was back to unbridled anger again. “We should never have been there and none of this should ever have happened.”

    I felt like he’d punched me. “So you blame me?”

    “No,” he grew quiet, “I’m just done.” Jake turned to leave me again and I ran after him, yanking on his arm.

    “Don’t,” I growled up into his face, feeling a pain and ire I’d never felt in my life. “Don’t you walk away from me like I don’t deserve better than ‘I’m just done.’ You promised me!” I pushed him and he took it, stumbling back. “I gave you everything.” I shuddered, trying to control myself. “Every piece of me. So if you’re breaking up with me … I deserve an explanation.”

    “The explanation is that I need to be alone. Don’t make it hard for me. I’m exhausted. I don’t need this …” He gestured helplessly to me.

    I swallowed hard and dragged a hand through my hair, trying to think of something to change his mind, to stop this. In the time it took me to do that, Jake had started walking away again.

    “I’m sorry he did this to you, Jake. I’m sorry his dad is still doing this to you.” He hesitated so I continued, “But I’m standing by you, ready to help you work it all out. Doesn’t that count for something?”

    The look he gave me ripped me apart. “No. I can’t be here, in this town with these f**king people. And you’re one of them. When I look at you, that’s all I see.”

    Desolation crashed over me. Nausea rose through me, my eyes burning with tears I was determined to keep in check around him. But the realization that he’d ended it, that we’d never talk again, that I’d never feel his warm hand in mine, that no one would ever look at me or make me feel the way he made me feel ever again shattered me. The tears started to fall and Jake looked sharply away.

    Swiping at the traitorous teardrops, I curled my lip in disgust. “You’re just as big an ass**le as they are—” my voice broke as the emotion became too much. “I can’t believe I gave you everything,” I whispered.

    “Yeah, well, we all do stupid shit sometimes.” He shrugged callously, turned and walked quickly out of my life.

    Five days later word reached me that the Caplins had gone back to Chicago. Two days later a for-sale sign went up in the front yard of their home. Someone, I imagine Trenton, re-broke the window that had been fixed.

    Jake’s departure re-broke me.

    Chapter Nineteen

    “It feels like a lifetime ago. How is that possible?”

    I spun around at the intrusion, a soft smile playing on my lips as I drank in the welcome sight of Alex Roster. “Hey, you.”

    He grinned and took two steps toward me on the lot so he could haul me into a bear hug. “Your sister thought you might be here.”

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