You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 137
Easton
There are moments in a guy's life where he questions if he’s seen it all.

I had about a million of those moments tonight.

Never thought I'd be the sort of guy to stare longingly at the knives just a little bit too hard and wonder how the hell I could get just injured enough that I'd have to go to the ER by way of an ambulance.

I mean, I clearly couldn't escape in my own car, why not use the health insurance my dad so generously provides?

People slip all the time, right?

It's the holidays! Turkeys explode.

Houses burn down.

Tree's get desecrated.

It could have worked.

So could making a run for it into oncoming traffic, but I couldn't do that to Harper, I doubt she'd want my death on her hands by way of her dad scaring me shitless and mentioning trigger words like pregnancy, buns, and tree.

I shudder and find myself laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, high as fuck, missing my girl and sleeping like shit.

My eyes get heavy as I turn on my side and throw my arm over my eyes since I'm in direct sight of the Christmas tree.

Motherfucker, was that on purpose?

I groan and flip to my other side toward the couch and finally settle in with visions of sugarplums and Harper's dad dancing on my grave in my head.

Nice.

“Get up!"

Harper's voice hisses from behind me.

I nearly fall off the couch in an attempt to turn around and stare up at my girlfriend.

Ryan's sleepy gaze goes from high to completely sober as he stares at her holding up her phone at me.

This can't be good.

I literally can't see at first, despite how bright her screen is and have to rub my eyes a few times before things get more clear.

“Are you kidding me?"

I grab her phone, fully aware my girl has tears of anger in her eyes and that this could potentially be really bad for me—again.

Should I just start expecting this on the daily?

I momentarily wonder if I need to have a therapist on speed dial, then I think of Leigh, and see the picture of us talking, along with a video that seems to have just posted, showing me reaching for her.

I want to snort.

hug, can nobody tell

woman's like a leach and the last thing I needed was

I shudder.

I ever even see other than an easy way

an oh

legit bang her cell over my head

Perfect.

More certain death.

you look right now, you still gotta keep it down so Mom and Dad don't come out here and lecture us again, mention the tree, or make it so I can't get laid because you can't

stressed every time you get upset

and stares down her brother in a way that sends alerts all over my brain and toward my body, like I might need to actually cover my dick, so she doesn't just start kicking random

“Ryan,"

says through

starts to bolt from

on your side, Harper, you're my

honestly, those bitches are just jealous whores and at some

arent going to leave you guys

sighs and looks up while I lick my lips, waiting to

“Look..."

strolls over to her

the day some idiot took

his phone and

know what

out and to keep it to myself, not because I need to hide shit, but

for her to finish

the phone and hands

"So..."

He yawns.

say cupcakes, I mean I'm off

"Not now,’ I interrupt.

and slowly makes his way toward Harper's bedroom, like he's Tom

the creaky stairs

as I fall back against the couch and stare up at

slumps her shoulders and drops her phone onto the carpet, then crawls

“I'm sorry, I just...panicked.

going to talk

I

what's most important is how

grip her

is it,

What do you believe?"

“You."

forward, our foreheads

“Il believe in you."