Chapter 10 - Sophie
A whirlwind of anger swirled inside me
I banged my fist on the table so hard the glasses jumped
Banged my fist again
I squeezed my eyes shut and banged my fist again
“Shut up, Keefe,” I seized my purse and took out a hundred-dollar bill and stood up
Luckily, before I could scream the waitress’s name, she hurried over
“Is everything okay?” She asked and glanced at Keefe.
I narrowed my eyes at Keefe who depreciated in his chair
“Everythings fine,” I snarled and turned to her, handing her the bill. “Keep the change,”
I grabbed my purse and hastened out. I didn’t even bother looking back.
Just keep moving, Sophie
“Sophie, wait!” Keefe called behind me
I let out a frustrated yell as I pushed the door open- hard. I didn’t care that people were staring. I walked over to my car as I scrambled out my keys.
I pulled my car’s door open, but I saw Keefe’s hand hold it back. I whipped my head to face him. “What do you want?”
“Sophie I just want to talk,” Keefe said, not breaking eye contact
My fists coiled into balls. I felt my nails drill into my skin and I circumscribed myself from hitting anything or anyone. I clenched my jaw.
“Well, I don’t!” I yelled, my mouth was dry and I could feel my legs tremble from my eternal anger.
“Sophie, please just hear me out.”
Anger curled hot and unstoppable in my gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn me from the inside out
“I. Don’t. Want. To. Hear. ANYTHING!” I said through baring teeth. I closed my eyes, controlling myself
“I-I just want you to come back,”
I lost it
I could feel my blood boiling in my veins and my heartbeat was going through an unstoppable speed. I banged my fist on my car- so hard I was sure I made a dent.
“I’M NOT COMING BACK!” I yelled
Keefe stepped back in shock. “Sophie just-”
“Just leave me ALONE! It’s SUCH a simple job!” I yelled. I fumbled through my purse to find anything, anything to throw.
I threw my lipstick.
Anything and everything.
“But I can’t,” Keefe’s voice broke, but I didn’t care. I kept looking through my purse.
I’ll erase your memories if any of you follow me
Maybe I should
Erase his memories. I stared into his blue eyes and turned my telepathy on.
I entered Keefe’s mind
But I couldn’t- there was an immense wall
“Dex did something so you couldn’t enter my mind,” Keefe said, looking away
I glowered even harder. “Leave. Me. Alone,”
“I can’t,” Keefe repeated
I stopped looking in my purse when I found the photo of Keefe. I looked up and stared at Keefe’s hurt eyes. But my gaze didn’t soften- it hardened.
“You should!” I yelled
“But you said you loved me,” Keefe recalled, his eyes turned glassy
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I DON’T!” I lied
Keefe took another step back.
But he’s an Empath
He knows that I lied
I needed to it prove it to him- a small voice in the back of my head told me to stop
But I didn’t
“If I loved you,” I took out his photo from my purse. “Would I do this?”
I ripped it
In front of Keefe
The photo of the person I loved
I should’ve listened to the small voice; I had gone too far.
I looked at the ripped photo on the ground.
On Keefe’s shoes
I came back to the cold reality that was just as strenuous as my heart
My heart throbbed
Did I just do that?
Keefe bit his finger and looked at me with anguish eyes I could see tears spill over the sides of his eyes
Complete hopelessness converted into tears that rained down my face at lightning speed
I flew my hand in front of my face, hiding my tears, and before stepping into my car I said: “This is why you should just give up on me,”
“But I love you,” Keefe said. His voice was dipped in melancholy. I stared into his anguish eyes.
I love you too
I shook my head and closed the door- hard, so hard my entire car shook. I turned my car’s gear in reverse.
The last thing I saw before I drove away was Keefe’s eyes full of despondency.