Miles Apart (The Not So Bad Boys of Rock Book 2) Read Free

been missing. More
specifically, who it was missing. Reid’s presence only served as a reminder of
that emptiness.
    “Here,
let me help you,” he offered kindly. I moved aside, allowing him access to the
difficult door. “Mine does the same thing, you just need to jiggle it a bit to
the right.” After a few seconds, it opened. “See.” He grinned, stepping aside
to let me pass. “Goodnight Brooke Caldwell. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more
of each other.” I laughed softly, pausing a moment to take in his appearance.
He was tall, but not as tall as Sebastian. His eyes were blue, but not
sapphire, and he had blonde hair. His smile was warm, and he smelled nice, but
it wasn’t a scent that I was familiar with. The ache in my heart returned with
a vengeance.
    “Thanks,
Reid. Goodnight.” I closed the door, leaning against it for support. A tear
escaped down my cheek and I wiped it away angrily, not ready to let go and
allow my emotions to take over. I had nothing to feel guilty about. He was just
a man, not someone I was looking to have a relationship with. Besides, I was
here alone, it would be nice to make a few friends, maybe it would help the
time pass. I dropped my bag on the chair, and headed to the kitchen to grab a
bottle of water, before going to the bedroom. I grabbed the small pull-string,
turning on the bedside lamp, illuminating the lone picture frame beneath it. My
eyes settled on the man in the photo, and for the first time since I had landed
in London, the need to let go was too strong to suppress.
    I
cried ugly, allowing the pain to overtake me and break me. For years I had fought
to be strong and independent, never relying on the approval of another. It was
this thought that made my body tremble in realization. I had become my mother.
Just as my mother had placed her career before her family and those that loved
her, so had I. Sebastian had loved me, and even though I loved him, I chose to
put my dreams before everything else. Even though I still loved my mother, I
hated her for her selfishness. I wondered if Sebastian felt the same kind of
hate for my selfish choices?
    I
picked up my phone, deciding that two weeks had been too long. I needed to know
if he still wanted me in his life. I sent a text, afraid that if I called he
wouldn’t answer.
    Me: I never should have
walked out that door.
    I
placed the phone on my chest, my head resting on the pillow. I wasn’t even sure
he would respond, but it needed to be said. A few minutes later, my phone chimed.
    Sebastian: Ditto.
    One
simple word. But, it was more than enough.
    Me: I’m lost without
you. Please tell me you still love me.
    Sebastian: I’ll always
love you.
    Me: I’m sorry I wasn’t
honest with you. It was the biggest mistake of my life. You deserved more.
    My
phone rang in my hand, and I started crying all over again.
    “Hi,”
I answered, breathlessly.
    “Hi
baby. Are you crying?” He asked, tenderly.
    “I
can’t help it. I finally broke down tonight and I can’t seem to stop. Seeing
your name on my phone just started it all over again. I can’t believe I’m
hearing your voice. I’ve missed you so much. Why didn’t you call me?”
    “I
wanted to give you space, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all. I’m
sorry I made you cry. But you could have called me.”
    “No,
you didn’t make me cry; this was my own doing.” I sniffed, wiping my nose on my
sleeve. “I guess I was too afraid to call, afraid that you wouldn’t speak to
me. I discovered something about myself today.”
    “Oh
yeah, what’s that?”
    “I’m
just like my mother, and I hate that.” I sighed, hating that I had to admit
such a repulsive truth.
    “No.
No honey, you aren’t your mom, she didn’t care about her family, she only cared
about herself.” He replied, defensively. He had always taken issue with the way
my mother had raised me, or how she failed to raise me. “You have a lot of love
in your heart. I’ve never doubted your