Chapter no 55 -โ€Œ โ€Œโ€Œโ€ŒYOU DONโ€™ T GET TO LET ME

Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

AOIFE

Are you going to speak to me?

 

 

 

Nope.

Come on, Molloy. Donโ€™t be cranky.

Shut up and watch the movie.

Iโ€™m not talking. Iโ€™m texting.

Witch.

Yeah, well, I can hear your stupid voice in my head.

Iโ€™m not staying over if youโ€™re not going to talk to me.

Asshole.

Ha! Try and leave. I dare you.

Fine, but Iโ€™m not snuggling you.

Good. I donโ€™t want you to snuggle me. You stink of weed.

Pity itโ€™s not mellowing you out.

Shh. Iโ€™m trying to watch the film!!!

Fine.

Stop playing Snake on your phone.

Stop being a bitch.

I will, as soon as you stop being an asshole!

 

โ€œFOR FUCKโ€™S SAKE.โ€ Tossing his phone down on the mattress between us, Joey folded his arms across his chest and glared at my bedroom ceiling. โ€œThis cold shoulder crap is bullshit.โ€

No, it wasnโ€™t bullshit.

It was a direct consequence of his bullshit.

With only the screen of my portable television lighting the room, I watched from the corner of my eye as Joey huffed and puffed like a frustrated bull.

My boyfriend was being an asshole, and I had every intention of letting him know it.

Surprisingly, my silence was irking him a hell of a lot more than my words had.

โ€œMolloy.โ€ Shirtless, he sat straight up on my bed and ran a hand through his hair. โ€œCome on. I havenโ€™t done anything wrong today.โ€

โ€œThe fact that you have to add the word today to the statement โ€˜I havenโ€™t done anything wrongโ€™ speaks volumes, Joe.โ€

โ€œI said Iโ€™m sorry.โ€ โ€œI know you did.โ€

โ€œThen what do you want from me?โ€

โ€œI want you healthy.โ€

โ€œI am healthy,โ€ he growled, flopping back down on the mattress. โ€œFuck.โ€

I knew that he was teetering on the edge of trouble again, and I refused to let him topple over that cliff twice.

The fact that he couldnโ€™t remember a word of the conversation we had yesterday when I spilled my damn guts to him was horrible.

I couldnโ€™t explain how difficult it was for me to get those words out, and he just didnโ€™t hear me.

Knowing that I was carrying his unborn child, while he was dallying with his health was even more terrifying.

โ€œIโ€™m not doing this again, Joe,โ€ I told him. โ€œIโ€™m not letting you do this again.โ€

โ€œLetting me,โ€ he spat the words like they were offensive. โ€œYou donโ€™t get to let me do shit, Aoif. I do my own thing.โ€

โ€œUh-huh, sure thing, asshole,โ€ I mocked, increasing the volume on the television remote. โ€œI flushed your stash, by the way.โ€

He narrowed his eyes at me. โ€œI donโ€™t have a stash.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t?โ€ I narrowed my eyes right back at him. โ€œThen whose prescription pills were those in the front pocket of your school bag?โ€

โ€œYou searched my bag?โ€

โ€œYep.โ€ I smiled sweetly. โ€œSure did.โ€

โ€œFor fuckโ€™s sake,โ€ he muttered, rubbing his face with his hand. โ€œWhereโ€™s the baggie, Molloy?โ€

โ€œThe baggie is in my rubbish bin. The contents of the baggie are on the way out to sea.โ€

โ€œYou didnโ€™t seriously flush my pills?โ€

โ€œI seriously did, stud.โ€

โ€œJesus Christ. Do you know how much those cost me?โ€ Sitting straight up once again, my boyfriend dropped his head in his hands and bit back a roar. โ€œFuck, Aoif, I told you I have it under control.โ€

โ€œAnd I told you that Iโ€™m not letting you do this again.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€

โ€œAnd Iโ€™m making sure that you stay fine.โ€

โ€œThis is ridiculous,โ€ he grumbled, twisting around to face me. โ€œYou do realize that no other lad would take this shit from his girlfriend.โ€

โ€œWhat shit exactly?โ€ Tossing the remote down, I sat straight up and faced him. โ€œThe part where I try to keep you alive?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not dying.โ€

โ€œYou could dieโ€”โ€ My voice cracked, and I sucked in a sharp breath, desperately trying to school my features, as I met his stare head on. โ€œI love you.โ€

โ€œI know.โ€ Emotion flickered in his eyes, and he bowed his head. โ€œI love you back.โ€

โ€œNo. You donโ€™t get it. You are the love of my life,โ€ I bit out, catching his chin and forcing him to look at me. โ€œWhat I feel for you? How deeply I love you? Itโ€™s fucking insane, Joe. So, yeah, Iโ€™m going to do the right thing for you every time, whether that pisses you off or not, because I want you here with me. On planet earth. For a long time.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not going anywhere,โ€ he whispered, snatching my hand up in his. โ€œIโ€™m never leaving you, Molloy.โ€

โ€œSee, I know you believe that,โ€ I replied, tone thick with emotion. โ€œBut every time you snort a line or pop a pill, youโ€™re playing Russian roulette with your life and my heart.โ€

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