Torn Between The Carter Brothers

That was all that was clouding my mind since the moment I woke up this morning and slipped out of the bed, and then out of the island. Addison was still asleep this morning when I did that, and I had wanted to wake her at first to let her know that I was leaving, but I ended up deciding against it cause I was certain that once she stared at me with those eyes of hers, I’d be unable to get those

words out.

I was fully aware that it was selfish of me. After all, I was supposed to be her strength there at the wedding today, and someone who could distract her once she started getting sad at the wedding. But after getting what I needed for my goal, I had no reason to still stay behind there.

But why was I still in Italy right now?

I was supposed to have gotten back to LA at this point, however, despite leaving the island this morning, I found myself driving towards everywhere but the damned airport. I felt so mad at myself that I was feeling this way right now. A part of me assumed I was feeling this was cause I was aware that I used her in my own game, but I used a lot of people in my life, and I’ve never felt guilty before, which is why this feeling of guilt was still something surprising to me.

It was at the front of my mind to call her, since the day fully broke and I was certain she’d have woken up and have already discovered that I was gone. But I had kept convincing myself agsinst doing that, while reminding myself I didn’t owe her any explanations so the call was gonna be

unnecessary.

However, it’s been hours. Right now, the sun was retreating behind the clouds, and I was still regarding my phone with a sharp intensity, still contemplating calling her to ask if she’s alright, and if she survived the wedding without breaking down.

Again, I shook my head, reminding myself to not do that because it wasn’t needed anymore. At this point, the wedding is undoubtedly almost over, so it was pointless for me to check in and provide an excuse to her at this point. I’d just tell Gregg an emergency came up once I get back to LA, he’d undoubtedly understand. However, I wasn’t sure why this guilty feeling won’t go away, and why I just won’t drive over to the airport.

I should have really hired a driver. If I had done that, the driver would have driven me over to the airports without stalling ridiculously.

Since when did I even get this ridiculous?!

I let out a sigh as I got out of the car and dragged a hand over my face, and then I stared into the orange sky. The sky looked so pretty right now, and it reminded me of Addison. Sometimes her large eyes reminded me of the sky, they were as beautiful as the sky is right now.

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grabbing my phone, then I closed the door and leaned away from it. As I opened my phone and scrolled through the notifications, I noted that there was no text or call from Addison, indicating that she was furious as hell. In my mind, an image of her furious face materialized. Her nose scrunch up

and brother, and that made me scoff. They made it clear that they didn’t want me around, so I wondered why

over the call button. I want to call her, to confirm

able to let go of this ridiculous guilt, then I’ll be able to finally get to the airport and board a fucking plane like I should have done since

the call button and pressed the phone

was undoubtedly mad at me. I wasn’t gonna apologize, cause I

second or third time, and I felt myself start to get

ever ignores my calls. Not even my father who’s trying to teach me a

the car in where it would get picked up come morning, I hesitated before stepping out, and hating myself for wanting to do this again but unable to help myself, I fished

No answer.

“Fucking hell…”

and shot her

answer the damn

read the text almost immediately, confirming that she itbirrr those

started to type in a response

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Bunny; fuck you, Zane.

time. She’s

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