I get to the park and I run.
“Kate,” he cries as he takes chase. “Kathryn, stop.” He grabs my arm and I turn and take a swing at him.
“Get away from me,” I scream like a maniac through tears.
He pants as he tries to catch his breath; his eyes are wide. “I love you.”
“Don’t you dare say that to me!” I cry.
“I had to go,” he whispers. “I had to know.”
“And now you do.”
“It’s you.”
“It took you a week in her bed to find that out?” I hiss.
“No.” He pauses as if choosing his words carefully. “There was no chemistry.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel special . . . you fucking asshole?” I cry.
His chest rises and falls as he gasps for breath.
“Should I feel flattered that you didn’t feel something?”
His shoulders slump.
“You are always going to be this person, Elliot,” I whisper through tears as I take a step back. “You are always going to want the fairy tale . . . the artist or the dancer . . . the singer.” I screw up my face in tears. “You want extraordinary.”
“You are,” he whispers.
“No, I’m not,” I cry. “I’m just a hot piece of ass that you happened to like in a netball dress.”
He shakes his head as if lost for words. “We can get past this.”
“No.”
He dives for me and holds me against my will as I struggle to get away from him. “I love you,” he says. “I fucking love you, don’t do this.” We struggle as he tries to hold me. “Don’t do this.”
“It is done,” I cry as I break away from his grip. “You did it, the moment you got on that fucking plane. It is over. I’m nobody’s second prize, Elliot.”
He stares at me.
“Least of all yours,” I sneer. “You think I could honestly be with someone who I know will throw me to the side every time he finds something shiny and new?”
We stare at each other, me in full-blown tears and him with flared nostrils as he battles for control.
“I swear to you . . .”
We hear the click of a camera and we both turn to see a photographer taking photos of the whole thing.
“Give me that,” Elliot growls.
Oh no.
The guy with the camera begins to run and Elliot chases him.
He wrestles him to the ground and people around them scream. Elliot snatches the camera from him and smashes it into a million pieces.
The photographer gives him a mouthful and goes to stand and Elliot punches him hard in the face.
He punches him again, and again.
What the hell is going on?
I turn, and I run.
Chapter 24
ELLIOT
“Your brother and solicitor are downstairs, they’ve posted your bail,” the police officer says as he writes something on his pad.
I clench my jaw as I stare at him. “I did nothing wrong.”
He exhales heavily, clearly frustrated. “We’ve been through this, ten times today already, Mr. Miles. You cannot smash someone’s private property. Nor can you assault them. Now stop wasting my time with your blatant disregard for the law.”