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I ground my teeth together violently. Keep it together,
Keller. This is how girls get sucked into abusive relationships. No
matter how much you love him, he’s not safe right now. “You’re
gonna be fine. Okay? You did the right thing. You’re going to see a
doctor. He’ll help you.”
“I miss you.”
God, just drive the freaking knife right into my heart, why
don’t you?
“I miss you too.” My voice sounded like the air rushing out
of a balloon.
“So I guess ... I’ll see you around then.”
“Let me know how the doctor goes. When’s your
appointment?”
“Next Friday.”
“Okay. Look, remember, through all this, no matter what, I
love you. I just can’t be around you right now.”
“I understand.”
I had never missed Michelle so much as I did during the
week and a half it took for Tucker to go to his doctor’s appointment.
I wanted to text her and spill everything that was going on. I wanted
to cry because I was so freaking terrified that Tucker was going to
wind up drugged up on medication or in a padded room. I wanted
her to tell me it would work out and come over and watch movies
and distract me. But I couldn’t. She’d never forgive me for going off
on her if she found out she’d been right, at least about ghost hunting
being dangerous.
Instead, I stuck it out on my own, keeping busy with work
and trying to focus on sociology and statistics. As if. My boyfriend
was going through trauma and I was sitting around trying to identify
what problems were mutually exclusive. Obviously my focus was
on the enthralling math equations!
On Friday night, Tucker sent me a text that told me he’d gone
to the doctor. They wanted to do some testing so it was going to be
a while longer before they’d know what was going on with him. I
answered that I was proud of him and to please keep me posted.
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