Stacy – This is me risking shit (2)
I was afraid of my phone. If I turned it back on and daddy called, I didn't know for sure that I wouldn't back away from the plan like I had so many times before.
I didn't know I wouldn't be on the next flight to Chicago despite the leverage my dead man's switch gave me. Would daddy believe Scott wasn't important to me if I played that card? No. Too late. Don Angelo didn't take defiance lightly.
The panic and fear got the better of me as I tried to sort through how to enact my plan. Then came the yearning. Scott's pleading eyes as he asked me to stay. The kiss that followed. Mixed in with the desire for him to make me feel safe was the desire to see him again.
"Fuck it," I said, grabbing my keys and purse and getting into a cab in the dead of the night.
"What the fuck am I going to say?" I said to no one in particular.
I made the cab driver go round and round the block of Scott's apartment complex for a good half an hour before the man finally said, "You do have cash, right?"
That was my cue to get out. I spent the elevator ride pacing up and down, wringing my hands.
"So, I declared a major. Yay. Not leaving anymore. Not telling you about the whole dead man's switch bit, because you know, super dangerous and shit. In fact, about the whole mafia thing, I was totally just kidding. Not getting married either. Psych," I said, doing finger guns, before flattening my body against the wall.
Feeling completely deflated, I sighed. By the time I was standing in front of Scott's apartment, I had gone through a million scenarios for how our conversation would play out. My hands were shaking as I made a fist to knock.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. When the door finally opened, it revealed a young brunette. For a second, I thought I was at the wrong apartment.
"3B?" I asked.
"Yes, who is asking?" she asked.
She was beautiful. Couldn't have been older than nineteen. After pretending to size me up for a few moments, recognition crossed her face.
"Nevermind," I said hurriedly, turning around to leave.
"Kidding. You're Stacy, of course I know that," she said, reaching out to touch my shoulder. "Saw you on the news this morning."
"That was—"
"Scott's being a little bitch, if you ask me. Team Stacy all the way. Come on in," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the apartment.
I looked around the apartment like I'd never been there before. Everything was the same and yet somehow different.
"Coming here was a bad idea," I muttered under my breath, as we entered the living room.
"He's been brooding in his dark room for ages now. Don't worry though. I'll have him out in two shakes," she said with a wink.
"I wouldn't intrude on his dark room time. It makes him grumpy. Also, who are you?" I turned around and asked, but she was already gone.
I sat down slowly, my eyes drifting to all the ways to exit this room. That moment when he turned his back on me and walked away hit me hard and suddenly I couldn't breathe.
The presence of the random girl in his apartment didn't help.
No, I didn't stay in New York to be Scott Brady's girlfriend. So why did the idea of him not wanting me hurt so badly?






























































































































































































