My father was a drug addicted prick, and I don’t miss him. Of course Aunt Angela twisted the narrative, telling everyone she took me in because I needed emotional support. I moved in with Cadence’s family after my father died under the guise of helping them pay their bills. Cadence is all I care about, and if that means I need to keep Nicole around, that’s what I’ll do. I know it’s wrong, I shouldn’t use Nicole the way I do, but I really don’t give a shit. I talked our way out of it, mostly by pointing out the fact that I’ve had the same girlfriend since I moved in with them. We got caught again this morning cuddling in my bed by Aunt Angela. The only reason she’s here, or I entertain her at all, is because of Cadence. Nicole dramatically snatches her hand away from me, like she’s been burned. Not that I’ve thought about it a couple hundred times over the years or anything psychotic. Otherwise, he’d have gotten a baseball bat to the back of his skull. Colt has been friends with Cadence since we were kids, and the only reason he’s still alive is because she asked me not to hurt him.
“Yeah, I just don’t like that guy,” I tip my head toward the sunburned momma’s boy wrapped in designer clothes and boat shoes. The fucked up part is, she also happens to be my cousin. That title was given to Cadence a long time ago. She’s my girlfriend, but not the love of my life. She reaches across the table and puts her hand over one of mine.
“Are you okay, Eli?” Nicole asks, and I finally look at her. I can’t hear him, but he must tell some joke that makes Cadence smile when she puts the plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. I watch as the Ivy League fuckwit leans too far forward on the breakfast counter in this shitty diner. But instead, I lean back in the booth I’m seated in. I want to bash his face against the counter and crack his skull for smiling at her.
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