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Last chapter today thanks for those who are reading and giving feedback.
Billy’s POV
Day 9 – I hadn’t left the apartment in forty-eight hours. The fridge was empty except for beer and a half-eaten burrito. I was shirtless, unshaven, living in the same sweatpants since Sunday.
That evening the doorbell rang. I ignored it. It rang again. Then a knock. Then my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Unknown number Open the door, man. We need to talk.
I knew who it was before I even looked through the peephole.
Kevin stood there in a black hoodie, hands in his pockets, looking annoyingly calm. I yanked the door open hard enough to make it bounce off the wall. “What the fuck do you want?” He didn’t flinch. “Five minutes. Then I’ll leave forever if that’s what you want.” I wanted to slam the door so bad. I wanted to have the strength to shut him out of my life but instead I stepped aside. I wanted to know what he had to say.
He walked in like he belonged here. Same easy swagger he’d had coming out of that closet. I hated how big he looked in my tiny living room. I didn’t offer him a seat. I didn’t offer him anything. “Say it,” I yelled. Kevin exhaled through his nose. “First, I’m not here to gloat.” “Too late.” He ignored that. “Second, I’m sorry for how I acted after. The smile, the clap on the shoulder, all that shit. It was dickish.” I laughed, cold and sharp.
“You think that’s why I’m pissed? Because you were smug?”
“No,” he said quietly. “I think you’re pissed because you liked it.”
The room went dead silent. My fists clenched so hard my nails cut into my palms.
“Get out.” “Billy—” “I said get the fuck out!” I swung. It wasn’t planned. It was just pure reflex. My right fist came up toward his jaw. Kevin moved faster than I expected. He caught my wrist mid-air, twisted, and suddenly my arm was locked behind my back and my chest was pressed against the wall. Not rough enough to hurt, just enough to remind me who was stronger. Who had always been stronger. He didn’t even sound winded.
“Feel better?” he asked, calm, right next to my ear. I struggled for a second, then went still. Breathing hard against the drywall. He let go and stepped back. I turned slowly, chest heaving.
“You liked it,” he repeated, softer this time. “You were hard the whole night. You watched her kiss me. You watched her sit on my lap. You watched her walk into that closet and you didn’t stop her. And you were hard then too.”
I wanted to call him a liar. I couldn’t.
“I hate you,” I said instead.
“I know,” he answered. “But you hate yourself more right now.”
He wasn’t wrong. He leaned against my kitchen counter like we were just two guys talking about sports.
“I’ve known you since we were twelve, man. You’ve always been the good one. The safe one. The guy who never makes waves. And Sara… she loves you. She really does. But that night she got to be someone else for five minutes. And you got to watch. And part of you loved it.”
I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor. My voice came out small. “I feel disgusting.” Kevin crouched so we were eye-level.
“You’re not disgusting,” he said. “You’re just figuring out something most guys never admit. Some of us get off on the jealousy. On the idea that the girl we love is so desirable other guys can’t help themselves. It doesn’t make you less of a man. It just makes you honest.”
I stared at him, throat tight. “She thinks I hate her now,” I whispered. “She thinks you hate yourself,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.” Silence stretched. “Why are you here?” I finally asked. “Because someone had to say it out loud,” he said. “And it wasn’t gonna be Luke. And Sara’s too scared to.”
He stood up.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’m not asking you to thank me. I’m just telling you what I saw. You were turned on. She saw it too. That’s why she kept going. She thought it was what you wanted.”
He walked to the door, paused with his hand on the knob.
“For what it’s worth… I’d kill any guy who did that to my girl. So maybe you’re stronger than you think.”
Then he left.
I sat on the floor for a long time after the door clicked shut.
Eventually I opened my phone. The last message from Sara was still there, unread since last night. Sara – I keep thinking about how hard you were when I was on his lap. I keep wondering if that means there’s still an “us” somewhere in this mess. I miss you so much it hurts to breathe.
I stared at those words until they blurred. Then, for the first time in nine days, I started typing.
Me– We need to talk. But I don’t know what version of me is going to show up. The one who wants to fix this… or the one who wants to watch it burn. I hit send before I could delete it. Three dots appeared instantly.
Sara – I’ll take either one. Just don’t make me lose you completely.
I dropped the phone on the carpet and put my head in my hands. I still didn’t have answers. But for the first time in over a week, I wanted to find them with her instead of without her.
More to come…..
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