Unbearable (Undescribable) (14 page)

They both continue staring at me as an awkward
silence fills the room.

“I can’t get out of bed until you guys leave the
room. I’m naked,” I explain, in case they hadn’t already figured that out.

“Okay.” Holly pats my leg over the covers. “We will
wait for you in the living room. The guys are out there visiting. Slade
mentioned something about going to lunch.”

 After they leave the room, I sit there for a few
minutes. Lunch? He didn’t want to come back to bed with me? That three minutes
he got was enough? Well, it wasn’t for me. I wrap the sheet around myself and
walk to the bedroom door.

“Slade,” I yell into the empty hallway.

“Yeah, Angel?” he calls from somewhere.

“Will you come here for a second?” Why am I yelling
in my own house? I shake my head. This day is already starting off bad.

“What?” he asks as he comes down the hall.

I hold the sheet tight to my chest while I stick one
hand out. As he reaches me, he places his hand in mine. I pull him into the
room, shutting the door behind him. I push him up against the wall and let the
sheet fall to the ground as I start kissing his chest over his shirt.

“Angel.” He puts his hands on my shoulder, holding
me back a bit.

“Slade,” I snap.

He sighs. “What are you doing?” His brows scrunch
as he looks down at me.

“Seriously? We were interrupted.” I rub myself
against him and feel that he isn’t even hard right now.

He looks down at me with a blank expression on his
face. “We have company, Angel.” He goes to open the door but I stop him by
placing a hand on it.

“Are we going to lunch with them?” I demand.

“Yes. That’s okay, isn’t it?” he asks, sounding
like he’s worried he made a mistake by agreeing to go to lunch with them.

“Well, I wish you would have asked me first. I wanted
to do a few things today.” I need to go through the boxes I brought back from
my mother’s house. I’ve been avoiding them since I’ve been trying to keep a
positive attitude about everything. I feel like I may break down while going
through them and I don’t want Slade to see that side of me again. But I can’t
hold out forever, I need to get it over with.

“We can do them later this evening.” He pulls my
head to him as he kisses my forehead.

“I have to work tonight, Slade.”

He gets angry, setting his mouth in a tight line.
“You have worked almost every night for the past two weeks. Why won’t you quit
that job? I do not like you working there.”

I don’t know what he expects from me. “Then where
would I work, Slade? I ask with a hard tone to my voice. He knows this is a
touchy subject for me.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” He runs a hand
through his hair as his shoulders slump. This is how things have been going
lately. We end up fighting over everything. “We’ll talk about this later.” He
leans down kissing my forehead once more, before opening the door and leaving
the room.

I turn around and head to the bathroom to get
ready. While in the shower, I think about my job. I like working at Larry’s,
but I know it’s not the best job in the world, and it has nothing to do with my
degree. I still love it though. I guess it’s the nightlife that I love. The
customers may be drunk, but there is never a dull moment.

 I start to think of my mother as I rinse my hair.
She is still on my mind all the time. It’s just that when Slade and I fight I
wish I could call her. I wish I could ask for some advice. Although, I already
know she would tell me that I’m overreacting. She was just as stubborn as me,
but she knew when to pick a fight. I seem to be picking a ton lately.

I get out of the shower and dry off. I need to get
ready, and quickly, if we are all going to go to lunch.

As I’m applying my eyeliner, Slade enters the bathroom.

He walks up behind me and looks at me in the
mirror. “I love you.” The sound of his voice saying those words still makes me
think that it’s all a dream.

I give him a small smile, but it’s forced. “I love
you, too.”

He kisses my hair and turns to get in the shower. I
watch as he undresses and I have to tighten my thighs and close my eyes. God, I
don’t know how much longer I can go before I just attack him. I’m trying to
give him time. Maybe he decided he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. But his
actions go against his words. He always tells me I’m beautiful and that he
loves me. Maybe he is just dealing with stuff at work. I guess it could be
several different factors. I’ll just continue to try to wait it out. I don’t
want him to think I’m unhappy. Because I’m not, I’m just frustrated.

With a sigh, I open my eyes and leave the bathroom
so I can get dressed.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I don’t see Angel as I walk
out of the bathroom. She must already be visiting with everyone in the living
room. I know she needs that. She needs her friends.

I know the girls are worried about her just as much
as I am. With everyone’s help, we can get her through this. It will just take
time.

I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Once I
have my shoes on, I grab my watch out of Angel’s jewelry box and then head out
to find everyone.

I find them all in the living room talking about
Vegas. My eyes first spot Angel sitting on the loveseat, leaning against one of
her pink throw pillows. Most men would not allow their girlfriend to redecorate
their house with pink things. It doesn’t bother me one bit though. I would let
her paint the entire house pink if she wanted. Whatever brings a smile to her
face makes me happy. I lean against the far wall and watch her. She has on a
pair of black shorts with a pink shirt and black, sky-high heels.

I notice she isn’t talking to anyone, just staring
off at something in deep thought. I follow the direction of her eyes and
realize she is looking at the fireplace where her parents’ urns are setting. My
heart still breaks for her, wishing I could save her from herself, from her
thoughts.

I push off the wall and go sit beside her. She
looks up at me and gives me a smile as I put my arm around her. She always
smiles; I can tell they’re forced though. She doesn’t think I see it, but I
know my Angel better than I know myself.

“You ready for Vegas?” Josh asks me.

“Yep! It’s going to be a time to remember.” I
squeeze Angel closer to me.

“It’s going to be so much fun.” Holly bounces
excitedly as I laugh at her.

“I’m hungry,” Courtney announces, changing the
subject.

“Where we going to go eat?” Angel asks, looking at
Holly.

I’ve also noticed that she has been giving Holly
more of her attention than Courtney. She’s been working a lot more than she
used to. I don’t know if something has happened between her and Courtney, but I
need to find out.

“I don’t care. Wherever you guys want to go, but let’s
decide fast. I’m starving.”

“How about the Hard Rock Café?” Josh suggests.

“That sounds great.” Angel removes herself from
underneath my arm and stands up. “Let me grab my purse real quick.”

As soon as she leaves the room, everyone looks at
me. “What?” I ask.

“Were you and Sam having sex when we rang the
doorbell?” Courtney blurts out before Josh whips his head around, giving her a
look of disbelief.

Good thing I’m don’t embarrass easily. I chuckle.
“Why?’’

“Because when we walked into your room she had a
pillow over her face, screaming into it.” Josh goes to say something but she
stops him by placing a hand up. “She said we interrupted you guys. I don’t
believe her. Something was wrong and that wasn’t it.”

“Stop, Courtney,” Josh warns her as he stares down
at her with a hard face.

I look to Holly who is giving Courtney a death
stare. “Of course we interrupted them. Sam would not have lied to us.”

“Well, something is wrong. She is not the same
person anymore,” Courtney fires back.

“Just let it go. I think she is doing great
considering what she has been through.” Holly narrows her eyes at her.

“You weren’t there. You didn’t see her. She wasn’t
yelling at you. Ask Slade,”—she points a finger at me—“she was yelling and
hitting him. Then two hours later she was all ‘I love you’. No offense Slade, I
know she loves you. I’m just saying, she is not herself.”

“Let it go, Courtney,” Josh snaps.

I raise my hands up to quiet everyone. “Josh is
right. We should just let it go. She is still grieving, but she is getting
better.” I don’t know if I said that to convince them, or myself. “You have to
remember, she was alone and scared. Now she has all of us.” I pull my keys out
of my pocket. “Oh, and yes, you guys did interrupt us.” I turn around as the
guys laugh at me. “So next time call in advance.”

“Ready, Angel?” I prompt as she enters the now
silent living room.

She gives me a small nod, and we make our way out
to the garage. I open the truck door for her, and once everyone is in the
garage, I call out, “We will follow you guys.”

I climb into the driver’s seat and back out of the
garage. Once we get on the highway, I try to speak to her. “Are you okay,
Angel?”

She looks at me, her face expressionless. “Yeah. Why?”
she says, sounding bored.

“I was just wondering.” I reach down and grab her
left hand out of her lap, bringing it up to my lips. “I just worry about you is
all.”

“I promise. I am just fine.”

“Is there something going on between you and
Courtney?” No reason to wait to ask that question.

 She sighs and it makes me glance over at her.
“What is it?”

“She’s always asking me if I’m okay. It’s driving
me nuts. I’m not going to go crazy again, breaking stuff.”

“She just worries about you.”

She’s silent for several minutes. “You’re right.
I’ll be nicer.”

She agreed with me way too easily, something is
obviously bothering her.

“You know I’m here for you if you need to talk
right?”

 “Yep,” she says, looking out of the window.

“Are you excited about going to Vegas?” I am
actually very nervous about the trip. There are going to be old friends there
that I used to party with and I have a feeling things may not go very well. I’m
just hoping that they don’t make it hard on Angel and me. Some of my friends
can be…well, obnoxious horn dogs doesn’t begin to describe them.

She doesn’t answer so I look over at her again. “I
think it will be fun.” She glances back at me, giving me a small smile.

“Of course it will.” I agree, trying to reassure
myself.

We pull up to the Hard Rock Café and she gets out
of the truck before I can get to her door. I frown. She knows I like to open
the door for her. I like to do the little things that make her feel special.

“When are we going to go shopping for Vegas outfits?”
Holly asks the girls as soon as we are all seated.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” Angel answers,
opening her menu.

“Would you rather go shopping there?” I lean back,
rubbing my hand up and down her back.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” She shrugs, still looking at
her menu.

“Hello, everyone. What can I get you all to drink?”
the waiter asks, approaching our table.

Holly and Courtney both order strawberry daiquiris
while all the guys order a beer.

I pat Angel’s back to get her attention when it’s
her turn.

“Oh.” She looks up from her menu. “I would like a
water, please.”

Holly smiles at her while Courtney frowns. “We
ordered daiquiris.”

Angel shakes her head. “I want a water,” she
repeats to confirm her answer to the waiter.

“You don’t want to drink?” Courtney sounds shocked.

“No. I’m cutting back on my drinking.”

“Why?” Courtney narrows her eyes at her while Josh
elbows her. “What?” she snaps looking over at him. “She always drinks.”

Angel looks up at her with a look of hatred.
“Because I don’t want to Courtney. It’s not even two in the afternoon. I
decided I want to cut back on my drinking. Is that a fucking problem? Do I have
to ask your permission—”

“Wow, wow.” I lean up patting her back and cutting
her off. “Calm down, Angel. She was just asking a question,” I say to her in a
low tone. She whips her head over to me and her green eyes are giving me a ‘go
to hell’ look.

“No, she wasn’t. She was questioning why I have
decided to cut back on drinking. Why does it matter if I don’t want to drink?”
she huffs.

Courtney looks like she’s about to say something
when Josh slides out of the booth, pulling her with him.

I watch them walk out of the door, and then look back
at Angel. “What was that about?” She has me seriously concerned. Not only did
she snap at her, she also said fuck. That just isn’t like her.

She doesn’t say anything as she slides away from me
and stands, leaving the table, heading to the bathrooms.

“Are you going to follow her?” Micah asks Holly.

“No. Unlike Courtney, I know my friend’s
boundaries. Sam just needs a moment to herself.”

“I don’t know what is wrong with her.” I set my
elbows on the table and run a hand through my hair, confused.

“I totally agree.”

I look up and give Holly a small smile knowing that
she understands what I’m talking about.

“Courtney was way out of line.”

I frown. Clearly, we were not thinking the same
thing. “You think Courtney was out of line? You don’t think Angel snapping at
her was out of line?”

“Sam was right, it’s none of her business what she
wants to drink.”

Courtney and Josh come back in and sit down at the
table. Courtney looks pissed and so does Josh.

“Where is Sam?” Courtney asks, looking around.

“Bathroom,” Holly answers before I can.

Courtney nods and gets up, heading in that
direction.

“Do you think I should go to the bathroom to make
sure they don’t get into it?” I know the girls have been best friends for years,
but Angel looked like she wanted to punch someone.

Josh shakes his head. “She’s going to apologize. I
told her she needs to relax when it comes to Sam. So what if she is not going
to drink as much as she used to? It’s not like she’s drinking more.”

“What did she say?” I ask, curious.

“That she worries about her.” He rolls his eyes.

My brows scrunch. “You don’t think she should?”
Even I know she is not acting like herself.

“I don’t think it is Courtney’s place to question
why Sam is doing what she does. Sam has gone through a traumatic experience and
she is obviously trying to cope. Who is Courtney to question that?”

I nod as that makes sense. I look up to see the
girls coming from the bathroom and they both look bitchy.
Great!

They take their seats, but don’t speak. Our waiter reappears,
placing all of our drinks on the table.

“Are you guys ready to order?” he asks with way too
much enthusiasm.

He starts with Josh and works his way around to our
side. I’m the last one to order. Once he is gone, I place my arm around Angel
and pull her into me. She comes willingly and rests her head on my shoulder.

They rest of lunch is filled with an uneasy
tension. I notice that Angel talks to everyone else more than she does Courtney,
and Courtney does just the same. They don’t say two words directly to one
another.

I have a feeling things are just going to get more
complicated before they get any better.

I open the drawer and pull
out my work shirt along with a different bra. I’m still steaming from
Courtney’s outburst at lunch. She had no right to question my decisions. It’s
not as if I said I was going to drink myself into a coma, or start trying every
drug on the market. I just said I was going to cut back on my drinking. How is
that a bad thing?

“Angel?”

I turn around to see Slade leaning against the
doorway to our bedroom with his arms crossed over his sculpted chest. As soon
as we got back from lunch he locked himself in his office while I spent most of
the day cleaning the house.

I reach down, pull my shirt up over my body, and
toss it onto the bed. Then I reach back, unfastening my bra before tossing it
as well.

His eyes never leave mine while I put on my new bra,
followed by my work shirt.

“What?” I finally ask since he continues to just
stand there, his blue eyes never leaving mine, while I change. A month ago he
would have already had me on the bed stripped naked.

“What was said when you girls went to the
bathroom?”

He has already asked me this question twice on the
way home from lunch but I ignored it. I don’t want to repeat what she said,
although, I can’t forget it.