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.

it because on those good days, the

that person holding your hand

each other, you'll get

her hands. “He's

into tears again. "I'm sorry, I'm just

and I feel so

with Aisha still feel like a true crime story ready to

tilts her head. "Blake seemed

was pretty tame.

wanted to be my partner in gym. I let him because honestly everyone else was

"Was he nice?"

Blake, I

We

it at least distracted me

nods. "I still

"Yeah."

off because I can't put my finger on it. "Maybe. I don't know. Either way, it was a

"Blake?"

laptop and

sounds at my door.

"Hey, beautiful, mind if I borrow you real

kisses Sadie on the

then shoves him. "Nope, wait, you're friends with the devil.“

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

on you. Besides, if he did, I'd cheerfully kill him and

my eyes.

“Anytime.”

out of my room, leaving me alone with my laptop and all my dark

take a deep breath

And then I type.

we need

I miss you. I don't want to break up, I

know what to 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 that no matter what, right now, in this moment, you're

And I'm still yours.