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Patrick
I saw red.
What the f**k am I supposed to say to that? I’m the person she regrets? Me?
Fucking f**k f**k!
I looked at her hurt expression and then watched her walk away, back to that douche bag.
Fuck! This is ridiculous.
Everything she’d said was true. Completely true. A hundred fifty percent true. But also false. It made me want to rage.
I’d walked into the bar and seen her sitting there with Travis f*****g Jones of all people, and something had changed. I didn’t even know what it was. My stomach was in knots. My hands curled into fists. I felt like beating the s**t out of this dude. The same dude I’d wanted to beat the s**t out of in high school. And, this time, there was no explanation.
I had no claim on Morgan. I’d been purposefully avoiding her all week. There was n
