Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 52

"Is that all?" I asked, pushing for more.

"Yeah, that's all."

I raised an eyebrow, "You don't like him at all?"

"A little, I guess."

After Christine replied, she suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh, "But what's the use of liking someone? My mom used to say she married my dad because they were madly in love."

"But that didn’t stop them from throwing dishes at each other when they fought. Is there anything like true and lasting love in the world?"

I knew, deep down, she didn’t believe in love, not even familial love.

After her father's business went belly up, he turned to drinking, gambling, and started to lash out, hitting both his wife and Christine.

Her mom just disappeared one day, leaving her to grow up with that excuse of a father, taking beatings more times than she could count.

I wanted to lighten the mood, so I changed the subject with a grin, "But why have you been so good to me all these years?"

She rolled her eyes, "Who was it that was crying their eyes out on the rooftop in the dead of winter, snot and tears all over my hands, begging me not to jump?"

Bringing that up made me touch my nose in embarrassment.

She was just sitting on the rooftop catching some cold air when I saw her and panicked, rushing over to pull her back from what I thought was the edge.

She freaked out, thinking I was trying to kill her, and started to struggle.

Eventually, she explained she was just trying to clear her head, not jump off, but I almost gave her a heart attack.

But that incident turned us from mere roommates into inseparable best friends.

Christine let out a small laugh and casually threw a bag into my lap, "Have breakfast. Got you some bagels and yogurt, take the rest to the office, snack on them if you get hungry."

"You really do love me the most."

"Bullshit," Christine cursed playfully, "I clearly only love you."