Chapter 13
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I feel terrible about what I said to Annabelle and it only took three days before for me to go mad
without her. Hearing her spit out the harsh truth was a punch in the gut. She's right. I'm afraid of
what people will think. I hate having to explain myself and I don't want anyone thinking I'm
some kind of sick pervert for dating someone so young.
Am I a fool though? I gave her my number and I really liked her before I figured out how young
she is. She's legal, but... Still.
I shake my head and roll out of the cot that occupies the small room. The on duty firefighters get
their own rooms to sleep in, curtesy of a too much space. Knowing I won't get any sleep like I
haven't for the past fifteen hours because of her, I decide to just join Richard in the lounge area.
He's sitting there reading one of his old Western novels as per usual when he looks up at me with
a frown.
"Have you seen Lucas? That boy was supposed to be here two hours ago."
I shake my head and check the phone record on the wall to see he already tried ringing him.
"Eh. He's a kid. Maybe he slept in."
Richard shakes his head and grumbles something under his breath.
Picking up a magazine, I start flipping through it to see what's up in the world before the garage
door comes rising up with a cloud mechanical noise.
I look up with a frown to see Lucas stumbling in with his shirt on backwards and a serious case
of bed head.
"Rough morning?"
The kid looks at me with a smirk and shakes his head. "Rough night if you know what I mean."
He clocks in and Bryan walks in to see the state our partner is in before chuckling.
"Well look who scored last night! Who's the little lady?"
Lucas fist bumps Bryan who's always egging him on to be an i***t before smiling widely.
"Turns out that Annabelle Locklyn has a bit of a kinky side. That woman can cook up more than
just food."
I swear my heart stops beating for a moment and decides to jump up in my throat. Annabelle?
My Annabelle?
Bryan gawkes in disbelief, but his words are all fuzzy sounds to me.
Lucas slept with Annabelle.
My breathing quickens and the air suddenly becomes to warm and shallow for me to get a good
breath, so I jump up quickly and turn to Richard.
"I think I left the stove on this morning! I gotta go check!"
I bolt out of the garage, barely hearing Richard yelling behind me.
"Boy! How you gonna be a firefighter and forget something like that?!"
Jumping in the car, I start it up and pull out a little faster than appropriate and take off down the
street, pulling into Annabelle's driveway in record time.
I jump out and rap my first on her door like a woodpecker until she opens it with an irritated
face.
Her fiery red hair is wayward, but she looks as beautiful as always. Unfortunately it doesn't calm
my temper.
"Lucas?!"
She rolls her eyes and tries to close the door before I jam my foot inside of it.
"No. I want answers."
As rude as it may be, I yank the door open and let myself in before pacing her living room.
"Why? Did you not just have feelings for me yesterday evening?"
Annabelle crosses her arms and frowns deeply.
"Do you feel nothing?"
"I feel like I'm not going to waste my time on someone who made it clear that they don't want
me. Now I've moved on to someone who does. It's not a crime Trent. You said to stick with my
age range and that's what I'm doing."
I shake my head and clench my hands into fists.
"No. This isn't what I meant! He's not good enough for you. This isn't..."
I sigh harshly and pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers. I like her. I still f*****g like her.
"You were right okay? I'm afraid of what people will think, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.
You're so young, you haven't experienced life yet-"
"Get out," Annabelle growls.
I stop talking and look at her in shock. I never could have imagined how frightening her face
would be when angry, but she is absolutely and utterly pissed off.
"Did I say something?"
"Get out!"
I duck to avoid the pillow that flies at my face faster than anyone would expect before holding
my hands up.
"Woah! Belle-"
"Don't call me that!"
In the span of three seconds, the once shy sweet girl seems to be a completely different person.
"I'm sorry," I say softly, but I can't just leave without explaining myself again.
"Just tell me what's wrong."
Annabelle shakes her head and points her finger at me accusingly.
"You! You're wrong! Don't ever tell me what experiences I do and don't have! Don't tell me what
I've been through! I garuntee I've experienced more life than you and it's not pretty, so get out
and don't come back! You've made up your mind!"
All I can do is gape at this angry woman with shock before I'm shoved out of the house with a
violent series of pushes.
The door slams as soon as I'm outside and I can't help but let out a shaky breath. What did I do?
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