Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 70

I turn the show back on, and I squeeze my new favorite thing, my dino. The episode was one of my favorites, solely because of the unexpected plot developments. In the next scene, there's a girl dead, sprawled out on a mattress, and Kent furrows his eyebrows.

"Are you sure you want to watch this?" He asks. "It seems depressing."

"I want to watch it," I insist, shaking my head. "This is a really interesting episode, trust me."

The plot develops, and even I feel riveted by the twist at the end. This woman hired a hitman to kill the woman her husband was cheating on her with. The plot twist is she's in a wheelchair and pretending to be sick and disabled so her husband will stay with her anyway.

"So it was her?" He asks, and I nod with a small smile. "Shit, that's insane."

"Wait, this is the craziest part," I whisper.

At this point, the detectives have figured out it was his wife in the wheelchair who did it and that she's been making herself sick, but she's been determined not competent to stand trial due to her medical history. Then they arrive back at her house to try and sway the husband, and once confronted with the evidence.....

"He should just push her out of the wheelchair and prove she can walk," he mumbles, and I laugh. Instead, the husband grabs his wife's wheelchair and pushes her into the pool. After a few seconds, she starts to swim again, and that's when the episode ends.

"And that's why it's such a good episode, so entertaining," I smile, pausing the outro credits and closing my laptop.

"This show is enough to give someone trust issues," he snorts. "I couldn't imagine making myself sick like that," he sighs, making a disgusted face.

"I know," I sigh, turning it off. "They're not all so interesting, but that one's pretty good."

"It was depressing," he insists, and I shrug, squeezing my new stuffed animal.

"I like it, it's a good distraction," I admit quietly.

"Look.....Juls, I'm really sorry I was the one who broke the news to you," he says quietly, and I look back over at him. "I felt awful for it, I wanted to tell you as soon as I saw him, but....you were asleep, and I thought I'd be up earlier to tell you the truth..... just......I don't want to see you feeling like this."

"I'm glad you told me," I assure him, shaking my head.

"I didn't want you to think........look, I wanted this to work out for you," he whispers, putting his hand on my knee.

"I know, and I thought I did too," I shrug, shaking my head and feeling my throat getting tight. "But....we just had an awful relationship, he wasn't really right for me, and he just couldn't accept that I was younger. That I was doing different things than him, he never wanted to compromise with me on anything, and I missed....I missed you guys. I missed doing easy things."

"I didn't know it was making you miserable," he shrugs, and I sigh.

"There were good parts, he planned exciting dates and was really kind to me," I admit. "But things deteriorated after Halloween, he wanted too much from me. He never let me see you guys, and he was trying to convince me to move out of here," I whisper quietly, and his eyebrows raise.

"Woah," he mumbles, looking almost pained by that statement, and I shake my head.

"I wasn't going anywhere," I whisper, putting my hand over his for a second. "He didn't trust me, he called like four times a day, questioned me about what I'd been up to...... it doesn't make a lot of sense when I think about the fact that he's probably been cheating on me since the beginning of this whole relationship."

"Guys like that never think it's cheating, they all mess around on their own time but they think as long as they put in time and effort with the girl they're really interested in, then it doesn't count," Kent informs me. "I grew up in that world, where old society couples would rather sleep in different beds than just have a conversation. It used to bug me, still makes me mad."

"I don't get that," I sigh. "I wish he'd just had the balls to tell me that he was with someone else because I never would have gotten into this mess," I mumble, looking back at him. I wish Kent had just told me to stay on Halloween, I wish we'd been able to get closer, not spend two weeks not talking.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, reaching his hand out to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. I sigh and lay my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for everything," he adds, and I feel my stomach flip.

Maybe he was apologizing for Halloween, for leaving our conversation hanging. For doing everything he could to give my relationship a chance. I realize now that I never felt this comfortable with Dane; I'd never felt this comfortable with anyone.

"I'll kill him with my bare hands if I ever see him again," he mumbles, and I snort.

"No, you're too pretty for jail," I tease, and he chuckles. "But I appreciate the sentiment."

"Hello?" I hear Mark call out, and Kent quickly presses his lips to my temple and stands up from my bed, giving me a grin.

"In here!" I call back, setting my new stuffed animal down.

"Hey Juls," he smiles and then looks at Kent in my room. "What are you two up to?"

"Just keeping Juls company," Kent shrugs.

"I'm starving, are we headed out soon?" Mark asks, immediately chucking his suspicions aside.

"We should leave at..." I lean over to check my phone. "Fuck, we need to leave in fifteen minutes," I mumble. "Can you guys call Kyle and Abby and make sure they're back?" I ask, getting out of bed. My body feels drained as I stand, but I ignore it. "I'm going to get ready."

"Sure Juls, do you need anything?" Mark asks, and I shake my head.

"All good," I assure him, and he heads down the hall. Kent lingers and smiles.

"Thank you," I whisper, and he nods with a wink, disappearing from my room.

I press my lips together and shut my door, putting on jeans instead of my leggings and applying some concealer to hide my red spots from crying. I try to put on the best brave face I can. I was going home for Mom's enchiladas. The world isn't small; it's huge and full of possibilities.