When her arms drop, the spell is broken as she sets her watery eyes on me.
What the fuck kind of a trick was that?
“You’re delusional as fuck,” she says, wiping her eyes. She scoots forward and starts to lay down on the striped mattress, adjusting the pillows underneath her stomach.
“You just couldn’t ever understand what real love looks like,” I say to her.
“Said every obsessed person ever,” she rebuts, and my words get stuck in my throat. “If “real love” is this crazy shit, I don’t want it.”
Katie’s words come back to me from a different mouth like a punch in the gut, but I recover quickly and push them away.
“Get out,” she says sternly. “I didn’t sleep much last night since my baby was starving, and I want to go to sleep now.”
Alana sayingherbaby makes me cringe, but without another word, I happily oblige, ready to get away from her. I pull the trash can with the broom and dustpan inside behind me, lock the door and step outside for some fresh fucking air. I desperately need to clear my head.
I can’t keep letting her get to me, but she’s so fucking good at it. We weren’t even talking for that long, but she managed to get under my skin.
Shit.
I have to somehow maintain some semblance of calm when I'm around her. Otherwise, she’s going to realize her words actually dig deep. Right now, she’s succeeding in trying to show how difficult she is, but at some point, I’m going to get used to it and learn how to handle her. But right now, that’s proving to be more challenging than I thought.