Chapter 24 Nikki
We spend the next two hours shopping. I’ve always been the kind of girl that hates shopping. The pointless dressing rooms, looking from rack to rack, but after the fifth store and the constant scowls I gave Bronson when he finally gave up and began picking out clothing for me, I sort of got into it.
I bought slacks, and blouses, two things I’ve never owned. I got shirts, shorts, jeans and about ten jackets that I wouldn’t know what to do with in ten lifetimes. The more he spent, the angrier I got and when we finally got to the last store and walked in to see nothing but undergarments, I was ready to pounce back.
“Why the hell did you bring me in here? I thought we already discussed my not sleeping with you?” I smirk at the cashier that looks over at us with an appalled expression. Bronson grabs my arm and drags me over towards the dressing rooms, clearly not used to being around someone that speaks their mind so easily.
“I came in here so that you could get yourself everything you needed. I don’t know how long you will be staying with me and you needed new clothing.” He whispers angrily. I pull my arms out of his grasp, irritated with his rationality. Of course I need new garments, but he doesn’t have to treat me like a child about the whole thing.
“Fine, but I’m not shopping in here, there is no way I’ll need to wear this shit.” I point out the row of garter belts beside us with disgust.
“I’m not going to some run-down Walmart so that you can get pathetic versions of cheap underwear.”
How f*cking dare he. “Bronson, you think you’re above people that have no choice but to shop that way but you’re not.”
“Nicole–“
“No. I don’t need you breathing down my neck and taking me shopping. I was cable of getting what I needed before you but into my life.”
I walk past him, ready to simply leave this whole ordeal. I promised I would stick to this plan to help Brody, but a shopping spree in a store that sales nothing but lace isn’t exactly according to plan.
“You mean stealing?” I turn and cross my arms. Bronson has already apologized for judging me, but like most people, the judgment is still there, clear as day.
“Back to this again.” I walk back over to him and get into his face, ignoring everyone around us. “You’re the one that wanted me here Bronson. I could leave at any time and–“
“That’s where you’re wrong Nicole. I think you need me more than I need you.” I pause my body rigid. His eyes become soft as he continues speaking. “Let me help you. Let me do the only thing I know how to do in order to help you.”
Lowering my gaze, I take a few deep breaths and shut my eyes. I’ve always been stubborn, no way else to be when you’re constantly put up against the wall, but I nod my head all the same. This is a work in progress, something I think both of us are learning with each other, and maybe, just maybe, this will all work out in the end.
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