The Reason I Stay
Jack Daniels is the cure to all evils.
Sex should be casual and, preferably, anonymous.
Giving a damn is for nurses, philanthropists and suicide hotlines.
My name is Mathew Rogers and those are the values I built my adult life around. They are also the reason I had to forsake everything I loved in Seattle and embark on a solitary road trip across the country, with no direction other than searching for the next small town, the next girl, and the closest liquor store.
Boredom, frustration and a series of unfortunate decisions led me to the rickety-ass town of Jolene, Alabama—a town I wanted to leave behind from the moment I passed the welcome sign. But it was there where I met her. The girl who made me question everything I’ve always believed in, and the only one who has ever had the power to break my heart.
Her name is Lexie.
She’s beautiful, and I’m pretty sure she hates me.
And for once in my life, I give enough of a damn that I keep finding a reason to stay.
Sex should be casual and, preferably, anonymous.
Giving a damn is for nurses, philanthropists and suicide hotlines.
My name is Mathew Rogers and those are the values I built my adult life around. They are also the reason I had to forsake everything I loved in Seattle and embark on a solitary road trip across the country, with no direction other than searching for the next small town, the next girl, and the closest liquor store.
Boredom, frustration and a series of unfortunate decisions led me to the rickety-ass town of Jolene, Alabama—a town I wanted to leave behind from the moment I passed the welcome sign. But it was there where I met her. The girl who made me question everything I’ve always believed in, and the only one who has ever had the power to break my heart.
Her name is Lexie.
She’s beautiful, and I’m pretty sure she hates me.
And for once in my life, I give enough of a damn that I keep finding a reason to stay.
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Annoyed out of my mind, I look him smack in the eyes. Blood rises up my neck and fills cheeks for the millionth time since he entered The Jukebox, but I’m determined not to let that stop me.
“Look . . .” I trail off, because I don’t know his name. “You are rude, inconsiderate, annoying, conceited and you managed to fuck up two of my days, which is inexcusable. Despite all of that, and against my better judgment, I heard what you had to say. But that was a shitty-ass apology.”
His face turns a deep red, with anger no doubt. His eyes seem like they’re going to pop out of their sockets, but I don’t let that stop me. He’s started it, and for the love of God and fried okra, I’m going to finish it. His mouth opens, and I raise an open palm to let him know I’m not finished. That hand soon turns into a pointed index finger.
“You say you want forgiveness, but your entire speech was about you. How you need me to forgive you. How you can’t sleep. How you can’t leave this town. You, you, you. So I might as well add selfish to the list of things you are, because we both know that I was the one offended here, and never once did you ask if I got upset. Not once did you ask if I lost sleep. Not once did you ask if you could do anything to make me feel better about your mistake. All you want is for me to give you peace of mind so you can go back to your playboy life, and as much as you may not believe it, I have better things to do than to care about what you need.”
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Thanks for sharing, Stacey! :)
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