“Unbelievable,” I say. “Do you hear yourself?”
“Do you want me to show you the door?” he says, looking back at me, like he’s completely fucking earnest.
“Are you seriously threatening to kick me out of here?”
“Do I have to threaten you?”
Whoosh. All the air is sucked from my lungs.
“No,” I tell him, the tears starting to flow. “No you don’t have to threaten me, asshole. I’ll show myself to the door.” I walk past him and pause briefly at his side, staring down at him with so much rage that it might just rival his own. “I don’t know who you are, or what you did with Lachlan. But I do know that this you, I don’t love. I have nothing but hate for this you.”
He doesn’t say anything. But it doesn’t matter.
I storm past him and out into the hall. I can barely see through my tears. I don’t even know where I’m going, but I have my purse on me and for some reason I think that’s all I’ll need, that I’ll be okay.
Lionel is sitting by the door, whining to go out, looking scared and pitiful. If I don’t take them, no one will. Lachlan is a lost cause.
So, so, lost.
I grab their leashes, hook Lionel up to it and then find Emily, who is shaking under the coffee table. I leave the flat quickly, almost running down the stairs and then head out into the night. I run down the street, the dogs running beside me, nervous, frightened, not sure what’s going on.
I don’t know what’s going on either.
I just keep going and going and going.
Because I have nowhere to go.
Eventually I collapse onto a bench, on a park by the Leith waterway. It’s dark, and probably very dangerous, maybe even with two dogs. But at the moment, I’m not scare of anything except the demons who have taken hold of the man that I love.
I put my head in my hands and break down, wild sobs ripping out of my throat. I cry because I feel nothing but hopelessness, I cry because I love him so much that I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I cry because he doesn’t deserve any of this, because he never asked for the life that was handed to him.
My broken beast.
How you can both love and hate someone at the same time is a merciless trick of the heart.
I don’t know how long I stay on that bench for, but eventually the dogs are getting restless and wanting to go back. I don’t really have a choice but to return. The dogs belong with their owner and I belong with him too, if not just for one more night. I honestly don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
While I head back, I’m scared that he’s going to still be up, still be angry, still be that horrible person I hate. The things he said echo in my head, the foreign, heartless look in his eyes. Each recall hits me like an ice pick, cold, sharp and deep.
But thankfully when I get into the flat, there’s no sign of him until I look into the bedroom. He’s asleep, sprawled on the bed and snoring loudly. Normally I’d bring him some water and Ibuprofen for his hangover but tonight, well tonight he can go fuck himself and if he wakes up feeling like shit, then good, he deserves that and so much worse.
I can’t imagine sharing a bed with the thing he’s become, so I change into my nightgown and settle down on the couch. Lionel curls up at my feet, Emily on the rug beneath me. Their presence is comforting, but not enough.
I try not to cry again but it’s pretty much impossible for me to turn off my emotions at this point. That black heart of mine is long gone and this new one is beating in agony. The only good thing about crying your eyes out is that it works as good as a sleeping pill and it’s not long before I fall asleep.
I wake up briefly though, in the dark, maybe the middle of the night, to see Lachlan’s shadow at the foot of the couch.
I hold my breath, waiting.
He places a thick blanket over me, tucking me in.
Then he turns and stumbles back to the bedroom.
I pull the cover up over my shoulders and close my eyes.
CHAPTER TWENTYFIVE
Lachlan