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CHAPTER 31: Not That Impressive
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Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 36: Complications
By the time I pulled into the hospital parking lot, I was cooked. Literally. My back was soaked in sweat, my thighs stuck to the seat, and my hands were slick on the wheel. My hair was clinging to my forehead like it had just been baptized in frustration. I parked the car crooked between two faded yellow lines and sat there for a moment, engine ticking softly like it was mocking me. My jaw ached from clenching it the whole way here. I stared at the sterile white building in front of me. Saint Elora General Hospital. The name itself was a joke. There was nothing Sainty about this place. It looked like every other hospital—tall, pale, humorless. Rows of windows reflected the sun back in my face like it was trying to blind me as some final test of will before I stepped inside. My fingers drummed once on the wheel. Then again. Then stopped. I didn’t want to go in. Didn’t want to deal with fake sympathy or sanitized hallways that reeked of antiseptic and too much hope. Didn’t want
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 35: Just A Few More Blocks
The ride to the hospital was hell. The kind of hell that wasn’t dramatic or cinematic—just plain out fucking annoying. The sun was already a bastard when I stepped out of my building, glaring down like it had a personal vendetta against me. But I didn't think much of it even though I could feel the heat bouncing off the pavement before I even reached my car, the air thick and sticky like soup. My black t-shirt clung to my back the moment I slid into the driver’s seat. I turned the key, engine rumbled, and I pulled out of the lot with zero expectations. Big mistake. Not even fifteen minutes in, and I was already cursing every driver in the city. There was a wall of cars up ahead, horns honking like it was some kind of symphony for the damned. I slowed to a stop behind a white SUV with a “Baby on Board” sticker on its rear window and sighed so hard my ribs ached. Stuck. Gridlocked. I gripped the steering wheel and let my head fall back against the seat. “Fucking course.” I wasn’
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 34: St. Elora’s Hospital
The light bleeding in through the blinds was already too fucking bright when I opened my eyes the next day. I groaned and sat up slowly, squinting at the sun like it had personally offended me. My body felt heavy, like I’d been dragging it through wet cement all night. Not that I’d slept well. I never did when shit was gnawing at the back of my skull. But I was up. And somehow—God help me—I was still thinking about the damn hospital. I stared at the ceiling again, same cracks, same peeling paint, same old pathetic thoughts sloshing around behind my eyes. My father’s voice still echoed in my head like cigarette smoke I couldn’t cough out. That fake chuckle. That easy “Hey, champ.” That casual-as-hell Your stepmother’s in the hospital and I need your help with some cash line like we were just two college buddies splitting rent. I sat there for a long minute, scratching at my jaw, then let out a sigh and muttered, “Fuck it.” My conscience was a bitch. Sometimes I wished I didn’t ha
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 33: God, I Was Weak
I didn’t think much of it at first. Probably some notification from the stupid group chat James forced me into. Or maybe a horny fan. Honestly, I hoped for the latter.But then I saw the name on the screen.Dad.What the hell did he want?The last time I heard from him was months ago. Hell, I couldn’t even remember what we talked about. Probably some meaningless “how’s school?” bullshit that neither of us gave a damn about. There was a time we were close. Not best friends or anything sentimental like that, but close enough that I thought he gave a fuck.That changed when Mom died.Nine months. That’s all it took. Nine goddamn months and he was already holding some Botoxed gold-digger's hand in front of the altar, smiling like grief was just another thing you could file away and forget.I stared at the phone like it might explode if I touched it. The name glared back at me, black letters on a white screen. Not “Dad♡♥♡” or any dumb shit like that. Just Dad. Cold and simple.The phone ke
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 32: Alone With My Thoughts
It was noon before James finally got his lazy ass off my couch.The apartment still smelled like smoke and leftover pizza, and my head was pounding from the half-sleep I’d managed after shoving him off me that morning. The TV was off now. Silence sat heavy between us as he pulled on his hoodie, rubbing the back of his neck like he hadn’t just accused me of being secretly into him in the most awkward, annoying way possible.“I’ll get outta your hair,” James muttered, dragging his ass toward the door. “Not that you’re the sentimental type, but... you’re welcome for staying with your gloomy ass.”I didn’t say anything. Just grabbed my keys and followed him out. Not because I wanted to see him off like some sad spouse, but because I didn’t trust him not to steal something on the way out. The sun outside was offensive. Bright and loud and in my face, making me squint like I hadn’t seen daylight in three years. We walked through the lot, asphalt already hot under our shoes, and I jammed my
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 31: Not That Impressive
I woke up to the weight of something crushing my ribs. Warm. Tight. Like a vice made of skin and breath. My brain, still foggy from sleep and half a pack of cigarettes, scrambled to make sense of it. At first, I thought it was a fucking dream. One of those weird ones where someone hugs you just a little too long and you don’t know if it’s comforting or claustrophobic. But then the breath tickled the side of my neck. And I realized—nah. This wasn’t a dream. What the fuck? My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I saw was James’s stupid mop of curly brown hair buried in my chest like we were a damn couple. His arm was thrown over my waist, and his knee was hooked over mine, like we were in some honeymoon-phase cuddle coma. My whole body went stiff. Rigid. Panic-sweaty. I was suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of contact between us. The slight shift of his fingers as he curled them tighter into my side. “What the—get the fuck off me!” I barked, shoving him hard. He groaned like
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 30: Quitting What?
James leaned forward and grabbed the remote, and flicked through the TV menu. I sat on the arm of the couch and lit a cigarette, blowing smoke toward the ceiling as I watched him scroll past ten different shows. He paused on a horror movie, glanced at me, and then clicked play. “So what? We just…watch movies now?” I asked, taking another drag. “Yup.” “This is your therapy method?” “It’s better than you drinking yourself stupid alone.” I grunted, flicking ash into the tray. “Barely.” But I stayed. We sat in silence for the first ten minutes of the movie, the occasional scream from the TV breaking the quiet. James eventually got comfortable, legs stretched out, one arm slung lazily across the back of the couch. He looked too at ease in my space, like he belonged there. It was annoying. And comforting. And fucking confusing. “I ordered food,” he said out of nowhere. “You what?” “Yeah. You probably haven’t eaten anything that didn’t come in a crumpled paper bag in like,
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 29: I Used My Charm
I went to the bathroom.Turned the shower on, let the steam fog up the mirror, stripped without thinking—shirt, jeans, boxers—and stepped in.The water was hot. Too hot.It hit my shoulders like a warning shot, and I hissed but didn’t move. I needed it. I DESERVED it. Let it burn the day off my skin, every unwanted stare, every half-said thing I couldn’t claw back from my throat earlier. I braced my hands on the tile and just stood there. Let my head hang low, water soaking through my hair and dripping off my jaw.I thought about the dent in my bumper.I thought about how fucking pathetic I must’ve looked, yelling at a stranger for something I didn’t care about. I thought about how Andrew hadn’t even looked surprised when I slammed him into that wall the other day.Like he’d expected it.Like I was always going to lose it, and he’d just been waiting for the moment.That thought cracked something in me. And not in a poetic way.In a way that made my chest tighten, and my throat go dr
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 28: IRRITATED
The drive home should’ve been simple. Familiar roads. Twenty minutes, give or take. But I wasn’t focused. My head kept replaying that damn scene—Malik walking right up to Andrew like they knew each other, the way they talked, the way they looked at me. Like they were sharing some private joke. Like I was the joke. I shook my head, rubbed my palm down my face. Maybe I was overreacting. But I didn’t care. I felt wired. Prickly. Like a live wire under skin. I should’ve just gone straight home. I should’ve taken a few deep breaths, maybe called someone to bitch. But I didn’t. And the universe must’ve clocked that, because at a red light, just as I was trying to force myself to calm the hell down, bam—someone tapped the back of my car. Not a full-on crash. Just a tap. But the way I saw red in that moment? You’d think the bastard totaled my entire rear end. My body jerked forward slightly, and my hand shot to the mirror before I even thought. I looked back. A dusty gray sedan. Mi
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