Blame It On The Pain Episode 43
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🧏 Blame It On The Pain FORTY THREE:
“I love you, sugarplum.”
Ricardo and I exchange a glance.
“I promise I'll call you later, sugarplum,” Tyrone continues. “I've missed you so much. I can't wait to see you, sugarplum.”
“So help me god, if he says sugarplum one more time,” Ricardo says under his breath.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and lean forward. I don't know how much more of this sugarplum sht I can take.
I'm about ready to hand over my balls just so he can feel what it's like to have a pair again.
Is this what I would have turned into if things hadn't gone sour with Alyssa?
Nope. Not going there.
Five more sugarplum's and three ‘I love you's' later, Tyrone finally gets off the phone.
He turns around and makes a face at Ricardo and I. He's been doing that a lot lately.
Ricardo and I exchange another glance because we both know what's coming, and neither of us are up for it.
“Guys,” he starts. “Y'all could be just as happy as I am if you would both stop being so stubborn.”
I grunt and Ricardo reaches for his beer.
He points to Ricardo first. “You going out and s¢rewing anything in a skirt night after night isn't helping you.
You need to walk down the hall and talk to Lou-Lou. I don't care what you say, man…she meant more to you than you're letting on.”
His eyes swivel to me. “And you. You haven't been the same since that night you went to Alyssa's house.”
My entire body stiffens at the sound of her name.
“You've changed, Jackson. You're always in a bad mood these days. All you do is work out and go to the fi ght club.”
I shrug. “That's always what I've done, Tyrone.”
He tsks at me. “No. You're different. Even angrier. Like the entire world is your own personal fi ghting cage now.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “I don't think you gave her the benefit of the doubt. I don't understand why you don't just call her up and let—”
“Enough,” I warn.
There's absolutely no reason to call her. Why? So she can just lie to me about Ford again. Make me start falling for her and turn myself inside out.
Been there done that.
I rub my temples…trying to push my other thoughts away.
Thoughts like—What if there is more to the story? What if she's truly sorry for what she did?
Or worst of all? What if I let myself forgive her? Then I'll be right back where I started.
Having no choice but to lie to her about working at DeLuca's club and my reason for working there in the first place.
And when she finds out, she'll leave me anyway and it will hurt worse.
No, I'd much rather let my anger and venom for her stew. Let it turn me into a cold, heartless ba$tard.
He blows out a breath and looks at the both of us. “I'm tired of this, y'all. So, here's what we're gonna do. We're going to talk about it.”
I rub my hands over my face. I've had enough of this sht. “Oh for fks sake!” I roar.
Tyrone stops talking and Ricardo laughs.
Tyrone claps his hands. “Okay, this is progress. Let it out. Jackson, why don't you start first. How did it make you feel when Alyssa hurt you?”
I look at Ricardo and he smirks. “You gonna answer that?”
I get up from the couch. “Fk no. Let's grab a drink.” I look at Tyrone. “Feel free to stay back and watch some more Doctor Phil.”
“And bake some cookies while you're at it, sugarplum,” Ricardo adds.
Tyrone gives us the finger. “Fk you both. I was only trying to help.”
I toss him his jacket. “If you wanna help you can buy us a round at the bar.”
Ricardo looks at his phone. “You guys down to try a new spot? It's kind of a hole in the wall, but rumor has it the bartender is easy on the eyes.”
I open the front door. “Fine, but I'm not looking for girls. I'm just looking to drink.”
TO Be Continued