[chapter thirteen]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Jimmie's POV~
It's been weeks since she told me.
We haven't talked about it much ever since, but I know that she knows, and she knows that I know what she told me about what she knows and now that I know everything, I don't know.
You know, this is kinda complicated.
Further complicated as I watch Matt and Faye sit outside and eat lunch, smiling and laughing together.
He touches her so tenderly, and she smiles so sweetly at any affection he shows her.
Anything that's not a fist.
What in holy hell can she see in him?
Seriously, what?
But the thing is…
I can't get involved.
I can't be a part of this.
I can't be the impetus for what happens between them.
I can't.
Maybe I should just stay away from her.
Maybe I should fire her.
Maybe I should just let them both be.
And I would except…
Except.
No. This is the only way.
Let her find her own way.
I'm here if she needs me, and she knows that. Knows that I'm here for her.
But I can't get involved.
I can't.
Good plan.
If only my heart didn't hurt so bad with that decision made.
If only my heart didn't hurt so bad watching that fucker touch her when he has no right.
When he doesn't deserve her.