“Holidays I have to go to my dad’s for Thanksgiving and Christmas.”
“I don’t like your family.”
Quill pulled away when she heard the vehicle coming into the track. Shit. Patch. She looked at him as he looked at her. Was he going to stop? Please don’t stop.
Well, fuck.
“You know this is public property, Quill,” Patch said, rolling down his window.
“Yeah, we’ll leave,” she offered, wanting him to leave.
He smiled a crooked smile. “Glad to see you’ve moved on. I’ll see ya around.”
“Don’t ask,” Quill demanded, turning back to Julius.
“Who was that, Quill?”
“Let’s get in the car. I’m cold.”
“No, let’s not. What did he mean, you’ve moved on?”
“Nothing, Julius. Don’t do this. I thought you missed me.” Quill could sense the anger, knowing what he was thinking.
“Who the fuck is that guy, Quill?”
Yup, he was pissed.
“Just some guy I went out with back in the summer. It was nothing.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Julius, don’t fucking do this. You left me. You let me go. Do you expect me to believe that you spent all of those months being celibate?”
“That is exactly what I did. I couldn’t even think about doing that. I was miserable without you. Apparently you weren’t feeling the same way.”
“You never had sex with anyone else?” Quill asked, shocked.
“No, but you did, didn’t you, Quill.”
“Yes, Julius, I did, but it wasn’t what I thought it was going to be. It wasn’t the same as it is with you.”
Julius ran his hand stressfully through his hair. She fucked this guy. This guy put his dick in her. He suddenly wanted to go rip his head off. “Did you get off?”
“No. Well, not during sex. I hated it. I just wanted him to stop.”
“But he got you off before the sex?” Julius asked, unbelieving.
“Yes.” What the hell? Why did any of this matter? He wasn’t there. He left her.
“How?”
“How what?”
“How did he make you fucking cum, Quill?” Julius yelled.
“Julius, stop this,” Quill tried.
“HOW!” he screamed.
“Julius—.”
“Did you let him finger fuck you, Quill? Is that how he got you off?”
“No. I mean, yeah I think he did that.”
“But he didn’t get you off with his fingers, did he? You let him lick your pussy. He fucking tasted you, didn’t he, Quill?”
Quill could feel the tears in her eyes. Why was he treating her this way? She didn’t like this Julius.
“I’m going home,” Quill said, turning to head back the way she came.
Julius grabbed her arm. “You fucking go home. You go home and cry to mommy. See if I give a fuck,” Julius said, getting right in her face.
“I hate you, Julius,” Quill quietly said with a shaky voice. She jerked her arm from his and practically ran down the dirt road, letting the tears escape.
Julius wanted to go after her. He wanted to stop her. He didn’t mean anything he said. Why the hell did he just make her feel this way? He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t go after her. He couldn’t do anything but picture that stupid fucker with his hands all over her.
“Quill?” Liz questioned, sitting beside Connor on the sofa when she stormed into the house and upstairs.
Liz breathed a regretting breath and moved from Connor’s side. “I’ll be back,” she said, walking upstairs to find out what happened. She just went for a walk. She wasn’t gone thirty minutes. Now what?
Reese opened her own door after hearing Quill’s slam shut. She shrugged her shoulders at her mom’s questioning look.
“Quill? What’s going on?” Liz asked, sitting beside her, rubbing her sobbing shoulders.
“Nothing, leave me alone,” she demanded.
“Quill, something happened. You were fine when you left. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Julius, that’s what’s wrong. Julius.”
Great, she was going back there. She was doing so well after her last encounter with him. Liz was sure she was going to recover and realize that she didn’t need Julius. Things had been going really good. What the hell happened?
“Quill, it’ll get easier. I promise, baby. It just takes time.”
Quill snorted. “Will you please just leave me alone?”
Liz stood to leave her. What else was she going to do?
“I’ve been trying to call you since last night. What’s wrong with your phone?” Whisper asked Quill in homeroom.
“Nothing, I shut it off.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want to talk to anyone,” she coolly replied, got up and walked out of the class as soon as the bell rang. Whisper stared after her, wondering what was up her ass.
Quill sat alone at lunch and didn’t join her normal table with Whisper and Sed. She wasn’t trying to be rude. She just didn’t have the ambition to sit and small talk. She could barely keep up during class.
“Are you coming to the yard?” Whisper asked at her locker.
“No, not today, I’m not feeling the best,” Quill lied as the two girls walked toward the parking lot.
Quill saw him. She pretended not to, but she knew it was him. “You know. I think I will come over for a little while,” Quill said, changing her mind. She knew her mother wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, Reese would be at practice and Julius would be at her front door.
“Okay,” Whisper replied puzzled.
Quill jumped in the front seat of Whisper’s car and watched in her side mirror as Julius pulled out right behind them. Really? What the hell was he doing? Whisper carried on a one sided conversation while Quill watched Julius through the mirror.
“Pull over, Whisper,” Quill requested once they were off the main road.
“Why?” she asked, pulling to the side of the road.
“I need to go talk to this idiot following us.”
“Who is it?” Whisper asked, turning to see Julius pull right behind her.
“Just some guy, I’ll be right back.” Quill didn’t have the relationship with Whisper that she did with Seri. They didn’t talk about personal matters. Quill liked it that way. She was, however, going to have to explain who the hell Julius was now, somehow.
Freaking hell, it was cold outside. Quill walked back to the driver’s side of Julius’s car as he rolled down his window.
“What, Julius?” she shouted.
“Why isn’t your phone working?”
“My phone is working just fine. It’s turned off.”
“Get in the car, Quill.”
“Fuck you. I’m not listening to a word you say. What the hell are you even doing here? Go live in another country.”
“Go tell your friend you’ll see her later, and get your ass in this car so I can apologize my ass off for being such a douche.”
“Why should I?” Quill asked, letting her guard down.
“Because I love you, and I am a fucking idiot. Please come with me. I’ll even let you beat the shit out of me.”
Quill smiled a little. “Hang on,” she said, giving in and walking to get her backpack out of Whisper’s car.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Whisper.”
“What? Why? Where you going? Who is that?” Whisper protested.
“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Promise,” she lied.
“I’m sorry, Quill,” Julius said as soon as Quill got in with a pout and crossed arms.
“You don’t have to treat me like that, Julius. I didn’t deserve that.”
“I know you didn’t, baby. I was just so fucking pissed off, thinking about another man touching you. I shot him in the head.”
“YOU WHAT!!!”
“Not really, Quill, but I wanted to.”