Angel did not know what to do or say to Hook. She knew she messed up. She was not going to tell him a lie that nothing happened with Russell. She was not trying to hide the truth. He asked so she told him. Her head was pounding and her heart racing. Whatever liquor effects were diminishing. She never wanted a drink ever again.

Maybe just some wine.

She should not have drunk so much. Not with Hook like that. What did she say? What did her sister and Jared say? She knew how they both got when they were drunk. She was embarrassed for them and did not know what happened.

She was not going to get much sleep. She was not sleeping on that couch, so she went into the girls' room and slept on the bottom bunk. She was way too tall for that bed, but at least it was more comfortable than that couch. Sometime in the middle of the night, she fell out of the bed and hit her head. She screamed out in pain and held her head, crying.

Hook rushed in, he wore nothing but his boxers, and suddenly, she was pain-free.

"You okay?"

"I'm too tall for this little bed."

He let out a frustrated sigh. "Come get in the bed, girl."

She tried not to smile as she followed him to his room and closed the door.

"Keep your clothes on. And this doesn't mean shit's about to happen, I just don't need blood all in my girls' room," he said, getting in the bed under the covers, on his side, his back to her.

She got under the covers with him and moved close to him.

"Angel, back up. I'm not doing that with you."

"Okay," she said, staying to her side of the bed.

This wasn't going to work either. She wanted to be all up on him. How was she going to go to sleep with him mostly naked in bed with her? He had his back to her, but she lay there, laying on her back looking up at the dark ceiling. He hated her. He wanted to break up with her, and maybe she deserved it.

She sniffed and wiped away tears. Maybe she should leave. Hook did not want to talk to her. She did not know what to say to him if he did talk to her.

"Come here," Hook said, turning to her, then pulling her in his arms.

She happily snuggled against his chest, but couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"Stop crying, you know that shit gets me."

"I'm sorry," she said, squeezing her arms around his waist.

"We'll talk in the morning, okay. Go to sleep."

She nodded and soon was sleep

When she woke up, her head was pounding and Hook was not in the bed. She sat up and stretched, then held her head in pain. Between the hangover and hitting her head when she fell last night, she felt like she was run over by a train. She got out of the bed and took off the clothes she still wore from yesterday. She looked in Hook's drawers and grabbed one of his t-shirts to wear. She looked in another drawer and put on a pair of his boxers. She had clothes there but nice clothes and she would need to shower first before she got dressed.

She went to the bathroom, did her business, washed her face, and ran her fingers through her hair. Hook was sitting in the living room watching TV, dressed in shorts and a wife-beater.

"I made you some coffee, and I have some aspirin for your headache," he said but did not even look at her.

She went to pour herself some coffee, then gulped it down black, even though she preferred it with cream and sugar. She walked over to the couch and sat beside Hook.

"Thanks for taking care of me last night, I know I was-"

"Did you love Russell?"

"No! It was never that. It was just sex."

"Yeah, I can understand that," he said then got up. "That's what I feel you want me for. Sex, nothing more. I don't think you can even feel love for a person, you sure the fuck don't know how to show it."

She rubbed her head, trying not to cry from his words.

He paced the floor angrily, then stopped and looked her way. "Is this shit payback for Shareefa and the baby? You want to hurt me like I hurt you. You fuck with somebody else."

"No, I didn't...it just happened, we kissed, that's all Hook. He wanted more, I told him no and to leave and that I was in love with you and that's it." She had to convince him somehow she was telling the truth. She never lied. She simply told him what he needed to hear and omitted the truth when he did not need to hear it. When he asked what happened, she told him. She could have lied and said nothing happened. Maybe she should have lied.

"I don't believe you because I can't trust you."

She rubbed away a tear. He really knew how to hurt her. "I'm telling you the truth. I don't want him, I want you."

"What about the money?"

"What money?"

"He said something about the money you got from Matthew. Did you?"

"Yes." Now he was asking about things he should not be asking about. Matthew left her with a combined three point five million dollars that her father refused to give away. What was she going to do with all that money? She sure as heck did not think to tell Hook about it.

"And you weren't going to tell me?"

"Because Hook, that money is not your concern. I don't even want the money but my father-"

Hook threw up his hands. "That mother fucker left you millions, and here I am can't scrape two pennies to get by. Angel, why do you even need me?"

She got up and walked to him. "I'm not with you because of what you have Hook."

"Why are you with me? Oh wait, good dick? I mean, you're bragging about it to your sister and best friend like that's the only thing I'm good for."

Did she? She did not remember that.

"You're just taking whatever I said out of context. I was drunk last night, we all were. You're more than just sex, you...you're a good guy Hook. You treat me well. You are a great father. You are caring and thoughtful, sensitive...those are all the great things I love about you."

He did not say anything, just let out a sigh and rubbed his head. They stood there looking at each other for a while. He looked down at the floor.

"Well, I don't know if I love you anymore."

Her heart stopped beating for a second. "You don't mean that."

"I do," he said, looking back up at her. "Can you get dressed and leave?"

"Hook, don't do this, okay. We're talking, let's just talk it out."

"We keep talking in circles babe and keep hurting each other, you said it yourself. We're fucked up people and we can't make this shit work. I'm done trying."

She wiped away a tear. "Hook, I love you."

"That ain't enough Angel."

"Yes, it is!" She grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "I'm telling you how I feel. I want to work this out. What do I need to do? I'll do it Hook. Please."

She felt him soften and squeeze her back.

"Tell me you still love me Hook," she said, kissing his neck. "Tell me you still want me."

"Angel..." He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her fiercely. He grabbed her ass and sat her on top of his dining room table while he grinded on her. She did not want his kisses to stop.

"I need you Hook," she said, between kisses, her hands going into his shorts.

He roughly grabbed her hands and pulled away from her.

"No, we're not doing this!" He wiped his mouth of her kisses. "Get fucking dressed and leave Angel. I'm serious."

She walked away and back into the bedroom, wiping away tears from her face. She did not know what to say to convince him to change his mind. He hated her right now. Was it because of Russell? Or the money? Or was it something else? Whatever it was, he was hurt. There would be no changing his mind, not right now.

She dressed in whatever clothes she could find, then headed back out of the room. Hook was in the kitchen. If he would not face her like a man and just let her walk away, maybe he was not worth the tears. She grabbed her purse, keys, and phone and headed for the door. She did not even glance back at him, she made her way to her car.

She cried so hard she could not drive away for twenty minutes.

A/N: So that's it? It's over! 😔