Free Cursed Love: Cursed Love (Cursed, #1) by t. h. snyder Page B

myself the guided tour?”
    His head snaps to me and he lets out a puff of air. Shaking his head, he starts to walk through the living room.
    He leads me through each room of the townhouse in absolute silence.
    This guy has some serious issues. And here I thought I was fucked up.
    The house looks amazing and comes completely furnished with what looks to be brand new furniture. There’s a couch and chair in the living room, a high-top table and stools in the kitchen, and a queen-sized bed with two dressers in each of the bedrooms.
    I couldn’t have found a more perfect place on my own if I tried. With the money I took from Rick, and what’s left after I bought the car, I still have enough to pay for the six month lease with some left over.
    It feels really good to find a place to call home, at least for now.
     

 
    Chapter 11
    My mind is a jumbled mess. I can’t get over the fact that Jo has picked up and left Birmingham. To make matters worse, she left without saying goodbye.
    Yeah, the note was great and all, but seriously, who does that?
    It’s as though a piece of me is missing and she’s only been out of my life for a few hours.
    I don’t know what to do, what to think, or how to act without her here. I guess I didn’t realize what a big part of my life she really was.
    That stupid fucking saying plays through my head… You don’t know what you have ‘til it’s gone.
    Well, fucking no shit. I didn’t know what I had with Jo or how much it really meant to me. What I thought was a friendship was apparently more than that. How is one to know that they’re in love when they have no clue what the fuck love even is?
    I need to find her, to get her back, and to let her know just how much I really do care about her.
    The closet door shuts and I’m pulled out of my thoughts. God, I really need to get my shit together.
    I stand here and watch as this Etty girl examines the house. She’s gone as far as to look in every nook and cranny, even the closets. I don’t know what the hell she thought she’d find in them, but whatever.
    Heading back downstairs, I assume that she’ll follow me. When I make it to the first floor, I turn around and she isn’t behind me.
    What the hell is this chick doing?
    It’s a fucking house—either you want to live here or you don’t.
    I need her to bust a move so I can get to the shop. With Jo now gone, I need to make sure that all of our shit is in order. Between today and tomorrow I should have enough time to get through everything, but knowing that this is now a task I need to take on, I hate the idea of it.
    Damn it to hell, Jo, why did you have to pick up and leave?
    Fuck, this is a mess that I created and now I have to pick up the pieces on my own.
    Out the corner of my eye, I can see Etty walking down the stairs. Her light steps barely make a sound as she makes her way down to the first floor.
    When she first fell into me at the door, I was immediately taken aback by her appearance. She’s not like the girls that hang around the shop or at the house with Daulton.
    She’s not like any girl I’ve ever met, especially not like Jo.
    I’m used to seeing girls covered in tattoos—that’s not what threw me off. She’s just different; I don’t know why or what it is about her.
    It’s almost as if she has a hidden secret, something that no one knows but her. I’ve only just met her, but I can tell that she’s not acting herself. She’s putting on a front to hide who she really is…maybe I’m just an idiot making shit up as I go, but then again maybe I’m not.
    My eyes follow her as she makes her way down the stairs and into the living room where I’m sitting on the couch. I move my arms behind my head and rest my back up against the couch.
    She’s petite, a tiny little thing with a lot of flare. Her hair is an odd color of blue and is tossed up on top of her head in a messy knot. Her skin is a pale white color and her eyes are a wild shade of blue that almost looks