Chapter 21 - Everything I Am

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Okay, did i say the last chapter was the longest ever? What was I saying? THIS is the longest ever! Even though it's been ready for days, I have spent the last two hours trying to cut it down, then thought 'split it' then thought 'nahhh!', whats the point? It's been so long anyway! Might as well put 18/19 together because honestly? I can't give a date for the next update. Hopefully no more than two weeks. Plus this is specifically for that small bunch of people who have asked about this update. It's for you and anyone who commented on the last chappy and voted also. Thank you all so much. And yeah, look at the pages, it's loong (sorry). From next chapter i'll try and get my chappies down to a reasonable length. Don't cuss me for it's length I know it's long. Have a drink. Now crack on people!

I got an edit through but it could probably do with another one. I'm hoping it's consistent. Anywho, again, tired, off to bed :)


                                           Chapter 21 – Everything I Am


I couldn't help but glance up at the small camera globe doing its covert thing on the ceiling. But I knew there was nothing covert about it. Truth is, for all the time I'd been standing there with Nate, I had a hard time believing Dante would sit back, watch it all and do nothing. Not Dante. He wouldn't, would he?

Gosh, why was I even questioning it? Of course he wouldn't.

If there was one thing I felt sure of, it was that there was no way in hell Dante could have seen anything. Sure that was Nate's plan, or part of it, who knows yet, but no way had it worked. Having seen us together would have resulted in Nate unable to leave this place on both his legs. Dante would have made sure of it. I only had to remember the way he reacted whenever Nate's name was mentioned, and I was certain of it. Besides, Dante was currently preoccupied.

I was hoping Malcolm would show up by now. He didn't.

And I was shaking.

My hands instinctively came up over the tops of my arms, rubbing myself down to still my body. I considered going back to the car, just to get away from the beats in this club, just...to sit still for a while, lock the doors and surround myself in the first bit of quiet the car would offer me. I would be glad for the stillness.

As far as I was concerned, Nate had to stop looking back, as if declaring his feelings and turning me to the truth would change things. No way could it change things. I was pretty much certain that any friendship we could have had would never be possible now. We would be nothing more than memories to each other. Admittedly though, once fond memories.

I had given him so much, and he had taken it all from me. I was done. That much was a dead cert, and no amount of trips down anyone's memory lane was going to make up for any of it. It had taken me forever to get over him, longer than was healthy, but by fuck I'd done it. And he could hold on to his hatred for as long as he wanted. It would surely eat away at his very soul. But me? I was going to hold on to my love. I knew who that love was for.

But as I lent my head back against the wall, I was deliberately annoyed with myself and the way I handled it. I wasn't sure I handled it right. I don't know, I was over-thinking it probably...

I sighed heavily, my mind a mental cloud brought on by a very tense and very candid exchange of words between Nate and I.

Nate...my one time boyfriend who had turned into...whatever the fuck he was now. A bastard was my only word. A twisted bastard. An in-love bastard.

I slowly walked back towards the bar, my eyes glazing over the various drinks lined along the shelves behind the barman as I leaned against the smooth black surface, but I still couldn't help where my mind was going. I have to admit, the longer I went without seeing Dante, the more I wondered about him. Worried about him.

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