Temporarily Mine

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"Yeah, I had a rough night, too," she admits. "I feel better now though, always do after I talk to Felix. I take it you haven't yet?"

"Nah, not yet."

"Josephine?" she asks.

I scoff a light laugh. "Does gettin' my shit handed to me count?"

"When it's coming from Josephine, I say yes," she jokes. "She doesn't lose her cool all that often...only when something means enough for her to. Or someone."

"Yeah, I hear you." I lick my lips, my eyes closing. "Is it weird?" I rush out before I change my mind.

She knows exactly what I'm asking. "Not anymore, but it was. Sometimes it was pretty bad, if I'm honest, and I'd get super insecure. She had already given him what I wasn't ready to, so I felt pressure, but as soon as Felix realized it, he went out of his way to change it."

"Does it make you jealous, when they talk, or do you get mad or curious when they're alone?"

She's quiet a long moment before she says, "I don't, but is that what worries you the most? The possibility that she could want him again?" She pauses. "Because if it is, H, I think you might want to take a second to consider how she must feel about the girls you've been with. That was her first time and two years ago. Who was the last person you were with and how long ago was that?"

Fuck man, she's right.

She saw me with Sandra, knows I left Jackie because I was cheated on, and I told her about Scarlett, then she was forced to watch me dancing with her.

"H?"

I clear my throat. "Yeah."

"I didn't say any of that to take away from what's happened. Felix should have told you a long time ago, and if not that, then Josephine should have before you two started dating. It wasn't fair how they went about it, and I'm sorry you found out how you did."

I nod, sighing into the line.

"Now, tell me the truth, how much of an asshole were you?"

I laugh and she follows.

"Talk to them, H. If you're hurting, they are, too. That sucks for everyone."

"Thanks, Kathrine ."

I hang up, take a deep breath and drive home.

I head straight for the shower when I get inside, but my mom's soft hums has me poking my head back out and walking to her room.

Concern pulls at my gut when I find her on the floor, surrounded by papers, a loopy smile on her face.

I drop beside her. "Ma?"

"Hero," she rasps, her palm coming up to slide down my cheek. "You're home."

"What is all this, Ma?"

Her hand falls, and she looks to the mess. "He's promised to take care of us."

I pull back, slowly pushing to my feet. "What'd you do, Ma?"

"Your father. He came with papers from lawyers, had everything ready for me, wasn't that nice of him?"

"No."

Tears fill her eyes and she smiles weakly. "He's letting us come live with him. Isn't that great? We'll be a family again."

"Please, no." I run my hands down my face and get back on my mom's level. "Tell me you didn't give him the house? Tell me you didn't sign anything without me here?"

She tilts her head. "You know he only comes to see me when you're gone."

"Fuck!" I start pacing the room. "He screwed you, I know it."