The sight of them pissed me off. Partly because me and Cassie were on the outs, but also because they were on my motherfucking couch getting it on as if they owned the damn place.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, startling them. Riley grabbed hold of Nat and tried to shield her body away from me, but it was too late—I had seen every inch of his chick.
Riley’s eyes bugged out. Shock and embarrassment seemed to be filling him from head to toe, and Nat held her face down on his chest, never looking up to me.
“Hey, man, what are you doing back? I thought you and Cassie would be staying down there tonight.”
“No, I’m home, and I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck somewhere else. The couch just doesn’t seem like the best fucking place for it,” I gruffly answered, full of annoyance. “I’m going to take a shower. Scrub my shit and finish in your room.”
With that, I angrily took off for my room, slamming the door behind me. Riley fucking Nat on the couch probably wouldn’t have irked me so badly had I not just lost my fucking life, but I had. And seeing two people getting off who were also irritating me was like nails on a chalkboard.
I hastily removed my clothes, then turned the shower water to almost scalding. Letting the water run over my head and down my face, I thought back to everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
Cassie was right. I had allowed Allen to take away from our relationship, and for that I felt like a supreme asshole who didn’t deserve to be happy. She had told me that he hadn’t stuck his shit in her, just his fingers, but even that was enough to make my fucking mind play tricks on me. The mere fact that the fucker was still breathing was another issue for me. If Riley had let me, I would have ended his miserable existence in that barracks room the night he decided to attack Cassie and forever change me and her as we knew it.
Now things had been set back to a place I had no clue how to move on from. My heart was still very much with Cassie, but I couldn’t be with her if she wasn’t one hundred percent with me. It seemed there was a part of both of us that was missing. We had somehow lost our footing, lost our way. I would do anything to find it, to set the path straight, but that was easier said than done.
We would need time.
Time to heal.
Time to deal with the numerous anomalies circling us, choking the life out of us.
We just needed time.
Would Cassie and I need a few days… a few weeks… a few months? I couldn’t reassure myself on anything at the moment, and that plucked my nerves as well. The thought of spending the night without her was killing me. To make myself think or even believe that I would go months without her, on the outs, was a death wish. I had to find a way to either get her back, or move along. The latter just didn’t seem likely. I couldn’t fathom going that long without her, but I also couldn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel, and that was the daunting and depressing part of all of this.
I got out of the shower and threw on a pair of shorts, then lay down on my bed, the ceiling fan circling above me as I tried to read a magazine—anything to take my mind off of the endless clatter roving about in my head. Before I’d even gotten two pages into my article, there a knock on the door, and Riley walked through.
“Hey, man, you got a minute?”
I looked up from my magazine, still pissed as fuck at him. “You done fucking? Did you get off?”
“Are you really asking me that?”
“Were you fucking your chick on my couch?”
He shook his head and walked further into the room. I made no move to welcome him in, but he didn’t take notice, instead stopping a few feet from my bed and leaning up against the wall.
“Hey, man, I’m really sorry you walked in on that. I thought you and Cassie would be gone for the night.”
“Yeah, well, we aren’t. And I’d appreciate it if your ass, your dick, and any other parts of your naked body didn’t make their way on the couch where we sit and watch TV.”
“Dude, I was coming to apologize, but I see that won’t do much to help your shitty ass mood. What happened between you and Cassie?”
I looked up to him with narrowed eyes. Did he really care? Or was he asking because he was fucking nosy?
“Alex—”
“Nothing, Riley! Nothing happened.”
“Alex, fuck off. I can tell something happened. You’re an extra level of asshole tonight, and something’s got you pissed, so spill.”
“It’s none of your fucking business. Don’t you have an extra-sensitive chick out there to tend to?”
“Hey, don’t bring Nat into your shit!”
“She’s already in it, Riley. Because she runs her mouth like a fucking fountain. Because she’s scared of me and my reaction to it. I didn’t bring her into anything. She brought herself into it.”
“You brought everyone who is involved in your mess into it. You took that risk. You left the gates open to all of this shit saddling you. All we ever did was try and support you. Nat obviously isn’t your fucking problem, so either tell me what happened or don’t, but she is off fucking limits, you got that? Off fucking limits.”
We stared at one another, seething with anger and frustration. I couldn’t go on like this. I couldn’t lash out at everyone that wasn’t Cassie, or I was going to have a hard time doing what I needed to do in order to move forward. Finally, I sighed, feeling my sanity creep back in and calm me down.
“Cassie and I didn’t get married, and it looks as if we’re on a break.”
Riley’s stoic demeanor softened, allowing his shoulders to fall as he ran his hand over his head. “Fuck, man. I’m really sorry to hear that. What happened? Not because of us, I hope.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “No…well, I’m sure it played into it, but bigger shit killed our plans. Starting with my grandma.”
“Guadalupe? What happened with her?”
I went on to tell Riley exactly what’d happened when I took Cassie to Santa Ana, giving him a rundown, but leaving out the most jarring, hurtful shit that was said by not only my grandma, but by my mom as well. I filled him in on Cassie’s butchering words, and our subsequent breakdown at the beach. He stood in shock, unable to move, speak, or even blink.
“Yeah, so that’s that, and imagine my shock when I walked through my door and caught you and your girl going to town on my couch.”
He shook his head and wiped his face, holding embarrassment back. “I’m fucking sorry about that, man. We got caught up and—”
“Yeah, I know. Whatever. That’s not even my fucking concern right now. My main concern is getting the love of my life back. I just have no clue how to do it.”
“Well, first you have to get through this court-martial. Have you forgotten about that?”
“No! I just don’t give two shits about it. Everyone knows what Cassie and I did. This case is probably a slam dunk. I’ll take my punishment, and I don’t care about that, but I need to get Cassie back. Her walking away is the ultimate fucking punishment.”
“Alex…didn’t you say you walked away?”
“How the fuck can I stay with her when she looks me in the eye and says she can’t be it for me? What if Nat said that shit to you? I don’t even know if you two are on that level, but if you are, and she told you that, how would you react? And anyway, I wanted to request orders for us, get us out of Twentynine, on to bigger and better things. A fresh start. But Cassie didn’t want them. With all of the bullshit swirling around here, she wanted to stay.”