It was with practiced control that he bit back the urge to repeat those words back to her after all these years. All he'd done was honor her wishes when he'd left alone. If those words had never spilled from her lips, he would have pestered her till the very moment his plane left, then he would have bought another ticket and pestered her some more. But she'd told him to go, to get out and never come back. He'd had no intentions of never coming back. Maybe if he had, they could both just pretend he hadn't really cared. That sure would be easier than trying to explain himself when she clearly didn't want to hear it.
So he let her rage at him, let he assume the worst of him. Because she clearly had made him out to be a monster over these long years apart, so let he go on thinking that, if it eased her mind. Again, he bit back his words before they could make themselves heard, all but tasting blood on his tongue as he had to physically keep himself from speaking by biting it. He had tried to leave her his contact in La, where he knew he could be reached no matter what. He'd even told the record company that anything that came in for him was important, no matter if it seemed otherwise. And Amir had always had that same information, all she'd had to do was ask.
Oh how that one little sentence could sting. Had it been worth it? Had all that hard work, all the blood, sweat, and tears been worth it? Had the money and the women, the travel and the attention been worth the loss of the only thing that ever mattered to him? Not in the slightest. Not to him at least. Most people would have said that it was a fare trade, but he would hand it all back and go back to working a dead end, minimum wage job, if it meant he would have that life back.
And oh how wrong she was!He owed her everything he had. Oh, his talent was always his, but without that pain and suffering at the loss of her... Well he'd have been lucky to get a local following on the sort of stuff he used to write. The suffering he'd gone through after truly realizing he'd lost her... The music and lyric that had come out of that tragedy had been what put him above the rest.
She clearly wasn't pleased to see him, even deep down under the snapping fire. So there was no reason to even argue with her. If she was this pissed off about seeing him, he stood no chance of winning her back. So what was the point to proving her theory's about him wrong? If there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell that he could get her back... Then he'd just leave her be as she clearly still wanted him to.
Though, just as he was giving up on her caring at all, she went and threw a curve ball. She was freaking right out over the idea of giving the hotel her name, or anything about her at all. Was that why she didn't want to go to the ER? Why she hadn't wanted the cops coming to the rescue? Oh Kat, what did you get yourself into? He wondered as he watched that desperate panic jet across her face. Nodding, he unbuckled his seat belt "Alright, Kat" What the holy hell had her so scared to even be known? "I'll be right back" Slipping out of the truck, he headed inside. It only took him a few minute, though he didn't look all too pleased when he did come back out.
One room was not going to cut it with the mood Kat was in. Sighing, he got back into the truck and turned it over "They only have one vacancy" And it was a single queen bed. Looked like he was gonna be sleeping in the truck. Pulling said truck around to the spot out front the door number he'd been given. He climbed out and moved around to open her door. "Come on. Lets get you inside and you can get yourself cleaned up" Maybe once she got cleaned up she'd have cooled off a bit too. Maybe
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