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Not
Even
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By
Elizabeth Reyes
Not Even Close
Elizabeth Reyes
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents areeither the product of the authorās imagination or are used fictitiously, andany resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments,events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright Ā© 2021 Elizabeth Reyes
To my sexy, unnervingly intense, sweet teddy bear. Ilove you, Mark!
Table of Contents
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Epilogue
Also By Elizabeth Reyes
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Prologue
The splatter of blood to Byronās face jerked him out ofthe trance heād entered. Barbaraās cries and the tugs at his arms from thefrantic frat boys telling him that the guy heād just beat to a pulp was outcold, barely registered. He got off his knee and stood as his previouslyblurred surroundings came back into view. For a moment, he considered callingBarbara a whore, considered telling her he never wanted to see or hear from herlying, cheating ass again. But despite his still breathless and enraged mien,he didnāt care about her even half as much as he knew the stunned crowdsurrounding them now were thinking. This hadnāt even been about driving up andseeing Barbara making out with another dude. If the guy hadnāt gotten out ofthe car and called Byron out like an obnoxious asshole, Byron mightāve justdriven away.
Without uttering a word, and before the cops rolled up and threwhis dumb ass in the backseat of a squad car, Byron had the presence of mind tojust walk away as he shouldāve to begin with. He drove slowly, his eyes goingfrom the road before him to the bloodied knuckles clenching his steering wheel.Breathing in deeply, he tried in vain to forget what his rage tonight hadreally been about. He did not want to sink back into that darkness.
His rage today stemmed back to the last time heād had to nursehis bloodied knuckles. His motherās untimely death had been the impetus for afew fists through walls and even a window. She was the reason heād givena relationship with Barbara a shot to begin with. Itād been nine years sinceheād considered doing more than just bagging random girls. His mother was theone whoād pulled him out of the darkness heād sunk into the first time. Thenshe waited years to point something out that heād never even contemplated.
When heād slunk in one morning earlier that year from a night outwith yet another might-as-well-be-nameless girl, his mother had asked, as sheādbegun to do more often, about the girls heād spent the night with. As usual,Byron couldnāt tell her much since he always made it a point not to get to knowthem. Sheād shaken her head disapprovingly, but mostly she seemed concerned.
āI know Lizette was your first and only girlfriend, Byron.ā Sheādspoken with obvious caution. āI know losing her was an unexpected and tragicshock. But you two were just fifteen, and you two hadnāt even known each other thatlong. How profound could your connection have been?ā
When heād begun to protest that sheād been his first love, hisfirst everything, she countered that it was because sheād been his firsteverything that heād put her up on a pedestal that no other girl couldever reach now. āHoney, I donāt doubt that you loved her but only as much as afifteen-year-old is capable of loving. At that young and impressionable age,everything feels that much more frantic. You canāt go the rest of your lifehoping to replicate exactly what you felt for her because youāll never befifteen again. Your heart and soul are older now. While a new relationshipmight not be the same, trust me, itāll still feel frenzied. Just in a differentway.ā
After his motherās sudden and unexpected death just weeks afterthat conversation, heād vowed for her sake to be more open to finding loveagain. So, when he met Barbara a few months after his motherās death, and sheshowed interest in trying for more than just his usual, he decided to give it ashot.
Because of his indecision about his future after high school,heād gotten a late start and, at twenty-four, was older than your typicalcollege senior. But at least he was almost done. Against his better judgment,heād decided to get a little more serious with Barbara, despite her being anineteen-year-old sophomore. Byron knew firsthand that so many girls that age,just starting adulthood, were free spirits. Itās why itād been so easy for solong to do the nameless bedhopping without any drama. Now he felt like an idiotabout not going with his gut.
In hindsight, he knew the rage heād felt today was more of thepent-up sorrow heād been holding in since the loss of his mother. Not sinceLizette had he allowed himself to cry. It served no purpose other than to sinkhim further into that dark place.
But seeing Barbara blatantly making out with another guy, whenByron had just been with her two nights ago, had been a blow to his ego.With his temperament, it hadnāt taken much to get him to react as if he reallycared about her. Lesson learned. He could only imagine how much that mightāve hurthad he felt more for her.
He flexed his aching bloodied knuckles with a frown. āWell,shit.ā
As if trying to keep his vow to stay open to love hadnāt alreadyfelt like an impossibility, on top of all the emotional baggage he wascarrying, trust would now be a huge issue to add to his already broodyattitude.
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