You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 125

Harper

"It would be so much easier if I still didn't feel like shit!"

I throw myself onto my bed as Sadie paces back and forth as if that's going to help the trauma of the day. Why can't things be easier?

I do love him. I do. I just feel betrayed. Hurt.

And exhausted, quite honestly, I could nap for ten days and probably still not feel rested.

Maybe it's the fact that I was so sick and jumped right back into school, the trauma of my mom finding us, or feeling guilty over not telling my parents about the love of my life.

Wow, take your pick.

"He's an asshole,’ she finally says. "Let him sweat it out a bit."

“Would you?"

I ask. "Let Ryan sweat it out?

Or would you communicate?

Hear him out?

Be mature?

I don't even know what I want to do. One minute, I want to run Easton over, the next I want to hold him and never let go.

He's mine, Sadie. Mine. I love him. I just...I don't understand this side of him. The one that's still holding back, the one that's afraid.”

She sighs. “Love is scary, babe. No matter how young or old you are.

It has no prejudices, it is what it is. One day, it cuts you so deep you think you might bleed out, the next day you wonder how you ever lived without that feeling.

because on those good days, the really good fucking days, you can't imagine waking up without your

that person holding your

love each other, you'll get through it, fight for

hands.

I can't help it, and then I burst into

sick, and

Aisha still feel like a true crime story ready

"Blake

shrug. "He was pretty tame.

because honestly everyone else was pairing up while

"Was he nice?"

"For Blake,

was. We

barely flirted and it at least distracted me for nearly an hour, which I

still think something's off

"Yeah."

my finger on it. "Maybe.

"Blake?"

I say, then rush to my laptop and open it. "Let me just send

at my door.

lets himself in. "Hey, beautiful, mind if I borrow you real

Sadie on the

him. "Nope, wait, you're friends

now, you both need to listen to the reason. Yes, I knew, blah, blah, blah, you all want to murder me,

loves you. He would never cheat on you. Besides, if he did, I'd cheerfully kill him

my eyes. "Thanks,

“Anytime.”

of my room, leaving me alone with

deep breath and

And then I type.

know we

letting life kick my ass, but I miss you. I don't want to break up, I just need some

do and how things got so complicated so fast, but... can't text you, so I at least thought I could email and let you know

And I'm still yours.