58. Chapter Fifty-Eight

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Rourke

W ell, shit. Should have known this would happen sometime. It's not like I've been super careful. It's almost as if I wanted her to catch me. Almost. Because the way she's staring at me now, as if I'm the most disgusting thing she's ever had to look at, and she can't believe she's having to look at me right here and now, well, that doesn't exactly make me feel good.

She starts to talk, and I can't hear her.

It doesn't matter. Looks like a rant.

I get the general gist.

It's probably time to leave, and to stop climbing up here to watch over her.

She shakes her head when she's done ranting.

I move in closer and put my hand on the glass. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

She frowns at me, and then I see her expression change as she realizes she can't hear me.

The string of curses that come out of her remind me of our break-up.

Only difference is this time I can't hear them.

She moves closer and pulls the window open a crack.

I lift my hand off the glass.

"Get off my fire escape, you fucking psychopath!" she hisses at me.

"Still listening to Chaos Burning," I realize, hearing the music coming from inside the room now.

"Leave," she demands, not taking her hand off the window.

She's ready to slam it shut in my face.

"I never wanted to hurt you," I tell her.

She glares at me, fire in her bright eyes. "I don't know what sick game you're playing here, Rourke, and I'm not interested in having any part of it."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you are. Now get the fuck away from my window before I call the cops and report you for stalking." She closes the window and locks it.

Then I watch her walk over to her phone and pick it up.

She turns to wave it at me.

There's no doubt in my mind that she means business.

I back up. There's nothing else I can do.

She moves over to the window and shows me as she punches in the number for emergency services, then she stares at me expectantly.

I know I need to leave. I don't have a choice.

It's torture, but it's no worse than the day I broke her heart on purpose.

That day is going to forever be etched in my mind as the worst day of my life.

This is just one more punch to the gut.

She'll never forgive me, but I already knew that.

I leave because it's all I can do.

A part of me wishes I knew how to move on.

But deep down I know that's never going to happen.

My life revolves around Beth Moore.

It always will.