I'm not sure if he is at his apartment, but I can't imagine where else he'd be. I drive there but his bike is gone. I decide to knock on the door anyways, just in case he left his bike at Austin's and got a ride back here. No one is here though. I try his phone again and when it goes straight to voice mail again, I leave another message. "Avery, it's me. Please call me back. Your phone is off and you're not home, your scaring me. Love you."
I drive back home and my heart jumps a beat when I see that mid night blue motorcycle sitting in my spot. I park next to it and walk inside. Avery is sitting on the floor, his back against my door, with his head on his knees. "Avery?"
He looks up to me. His eyes are blood shot, he has tears running down his pale face. He looks horrible. Oh my God, what happened? I lean down in front of him, running my fingers down his cheek. He flinches and backs his head away. "Avery, what is wrong, you're scaring me."
"You drank a lot last night, didn't you? Do you even remember what happened last night?" His words are whispers. They're also hopeful and scary at the same time.
I stare him directly in the eyes. "Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was going out. I tried calling you this morning but your phone is off."
"You really don't remember, do you?"
My brows scrunch as I stare at him. "What are you talking about?"
He runs his fingers through his short, dark hair. I wipe at his tears that are starting to slow down. He shakes his head back and forth, silently telling me to stop touching him. I don't understand. Is he really that mad at me for drinking without him last night? Or does he feel guilty about something. Are our roles reversed? Is he crying out of guilt and I'm comforting him without knowing he was unfaithful? It couldn't be, it's just my own guilt eating at me.
"Avery, please," I beg. "Tell me what is going on, please."
He rests the back of his head against my door and looks at me. "You called me last night, told me you were sorry, you kept repeating it." Oh no. Oh no, no, no! Please don't tell me I told him what happened while I was drunk.
"I wasn't sure what you were sorry about Cassie." He is using my real name, this isn't good. I sit down on my butt and cross my legs. I don't care if we're in the hallway and my neighbors can see this. "I came over to comfort you. You made me feel guilty about leaving you alone, you made me feel bad for you Cassie."
I can feel my face pale and tears are threatening to spill.
"You started kissing me, pulling my clothes off the second I walked in the door, telling me you loved me and needed me. I knew you'd been drinking but... but I love you Cassie... so I didn't question things." More tears start to fall. From both our faces. This was my dream, I remember this.
"You were being so passionate," his words are now whispers, hurtful whispers. "You kept repeating your love for... me." His voice breaks the same time my heart shatters.
"I do love you Avery, I love you so much."
He ignores me and closes his eyes. "Then you called out his name."
I don't need him to tell me who he is talking about, I already know. I already remember. It wasn't a dream. I was having sex with Avery and I was picturing Pierce. Avery and I fought after. I don't remember if I told him the truth or not, but I remember calling Pierce and yelling at him for ruining everything. He then apologized and comforted me on the phone until I fell asleep. It wasn't a dream at all.
I should have just came out and told Avery to begin
I drive back home and my heart jumps a beat when I see that mid night blue motorcycle sitting in my spot. I park next to it and walk inside. Avery is sitting on the floor, his back against my door, with his head on his knees. "Avery?"
He looks up to me. His eyes are blood shot, he has tears running down his pale face. He looks horrible. Oh my God, what happened? I lean down in front of him, running my fingers down his cheek. He flinches and backs his head away. "Avery, what is wrong, you're scaring me."
"You drank a lot last night, didn't you? Do you even remember what happened last night?" His words are whispers. They're also hopeful and scary at the same time.
I stare him directly in the eyes. "Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was going out. I tried calling you this morning but your phone is off."
"You really don't remember, do you?"
My brows scrunch as I stare at him. "What are you talking about?"
He runs his fingers through his short, dark hair. I wipe at his tears that are starting to slow down. He shakes his head back and forth, silently telling me to stop touching him. I don't understand. Is he really that mad at me for drinking without him last night? Or does he feel guilty about something. Are our roles reversed? Is he crying out of guilt and I'm comforting him without knowing he was unfaithful? It couldn't be, it's just my own guilt eating at me.
"Avery, please," I beg. "Tell me what is going on, please."
He rests the back of his head against my door and looks at me. "You called me last night, told me you were sorry, you kept repeating it." Oh no. Oh no, no, no! Please don't tell me I told him what happened while I was drunk.
"I wasn't sure what you were sorry about Cassie." He is using my real name, this isn't good. I sit down on my butt and cross my legs. I don't care if we're in the hallway and my neighbors can see this. "I came over to comfort you. You made me feel guilty about leaving you alone, you made me feel bad for you Cassie."
I can feel my face pale and tears are threatening to spill.
"You started kissing me, pulling my clothes off the second I walked in the door, telling me you loved me and needed me. I knew you'd been drinking but... but I love you Cassie... so I didn't question things." More tears start to fall. From both our faces. This was my dream, I remember this.
"You were being so passionate," his words are now whispers, hurtful whispers. "You kept repeating your love for... me." His voice breaks the same time my heart shatters.
"I do love you Avery, I love you so much."
He ignores me and closes his eyes. "Then you called out his name."
I don't need him to tell me who he is talking about, I already know. I already remember. It wasn't a dream. I was having sex with Avery and I was picturing Pierce. Avery and I fought after. I don't remember if I told him the truth or not, but I remember calling Pierce and yelling at him for ruining everything. He then apologized and comforted me on the phone until I fell asleep. It wasn't a dream at all.
I should have just came out and told Avery to begin
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