shocked she’d showed up so
late but then again, I didn’t blame her. It wouldn’t have taken me long to
barge in on her if the roles were reversed, and she was the one who was constantly
blowing me off. I knew she wanted to give me some space, most likely believing
the whole time I would work through whatever shit I was dealing with. “How did
you get past the gate?”
Clearly my question was rude because the look on her face told me
so. “It was open ." Taking a deep breath, she continued with, “I
know we haven’t spoken a lot recently, but we really need to talk, Alek. Enough
is enough already. I need to know what the hell is going on between us.” A
brief look of relief washed over her, and I was positive it was because she’d
finally been able to broach the subject I’d been avoiding. I remained silent,
not quite sure what to do or say.
She started to speak again but stopped abruptly.
Sara was no longer looking at me but instead at something behind
me. Or should I say someone behind
me? It was then I realized Cora was the someone she was staring at.
Sara’s body instantly tensed, her breathing becoming shallow and
rushed. Her hands clenched at her sides as she tried to control the wave of
emotions rushing over her. She glanced back and forth between Cora and me,
stopping to take in my half-naked, disheveled body. When her eyes finally
rested on my face, she silently pleaded for an explanation. However, I couldn’t
give her one. I had no idea what Cora was doing there, but it didn’t really
matter. Knowing what was obviously running through Sara’s mind was enough to
put a shadow of doubt on our relationship. And in that moment, I did something
I would soon regret.
I let her assume the worst.
It was a coward’s way out, I knew. But I thought if she hated me,
it would make it easier on her in the long run. Anger was always better than a
broken heart. While fury would fuel her to push forward, a broken heart would
devastate her.
It didn’t take long before her eyes turned cold.
Hurt and resentment danced with sadness and rage.
The woman standing before me was quickly becoming someone I didn’t
recognize, and I hated the fact I was the man responsible.
“Sara…” I only called out her name. Nothing more. There was so
much I wanted to say to her, but I didn’t.
While I knew her heart was breaking, she remained stoic, simply
stepping closer. Tears had broken free and cascaded down her cheeks. Then I saw
the emotion in her eyes switch to full-on anger. “I hate you!” she seethed
before turning and fleeing to her car.
I knew she meant what she said. She truly hated me.
Join the club. I hate
myself right about now.
My soul ached. None of my actions could justify hurting her the
way I had, and it wasn’t only that night. I’d slowly been withdrawing from her,
tearing open her heart and confusing the hell out of her. I made her second-guess
our relationship. I even made her second-guess my love for her.
I flip-flopped back and forth so many times about what I should
do.
Well, it seemed my decision
was just made for me.
I could only hope in time she would forgive me, and although
anger was the better emotion to have then, I hoped it didn’t end up consuming
her.
Once I closed the door, I spun around only to catch Cora leering
at my naked chest. The woman was unbelievable. I was still in shock she showed
up at my house.
Without giving me the time to mourn the loss of my relationship,
Cora started in with her shit.
“You should know Sara and I had a little chat today.” She
smirked.
No. She didn’t say what I
think she did. The alcohol is messing with me.
The sneer on her face challenged me.
“ What the fuck did you
say?”
Noticing the look of pure rage on my face caused her to retreat. She
stuttered over her next words. “I went…t…to see her today at her little s…shop.”
She was pissed I’d made her stumble over her words, so she squared her
shoulders before
late but then again, I didn’t blame her. It wouldn’t have taken me long to
barge in on her if the roles were reversed, and she was the one who was constantly
blowing me off. I knew she wanted to give me some space, most likely believing
the whole time I would work through whatever shit I was dealing with. “How did
you get past the gate?”
Clearly my question was rude because the look on her face told me
so. “It was open ." Taking a deep breath, she continued with, “I
know we haven’t spoken a lot recently, but we really need to talk, Alek. Enough
is enough already. I need to know what the hell is going on between us.” A
brief look of relief washed over her, and I was positive it was because she’d
finally been able to broach the subject I’d been avoiding. I remained silent,
not quite sure what to do or say.
She started to speak again but stopped abruptly.
Sara was no longer looking at me but instead at something behind
me. Or should I say someone behind
me? It was then I realized Cora was the someone she was staring at.
Sara’s body instantly tensed, her breathing becoming shallow and
rushed. Her hands clenched at her sides as she tried to control the wave of
emotions rushing over her. She glanced back and forth between Cora and me,
stopping to take in my half-naked, disheveled body. When her eyes finally
rested on my face, she silently pleaded for an explanation. However, I couldn’t
give her one. I had no idea what Cora was doing there, but it didn’t really
matter. Knowing what was obviously running through Sara’s mind was enough to
put a shadow of doubt on our relationship. And in that moment, I did something
I would soon regret.
I let her assume the worst.
It was a coward’s way out, I knew. But I thought if she hated me,
it would make it easier on her in the long run. Anger was always better than a
broken heart. While fury would fuel her to push forward, a broken heart would
devastate her.
It didn’t take long before her eyes turned cold.
Hurt and resentment danced with sadness and rage.
The woman standing before me was quickly becoming someone I didn’t
recognize, and I hated the fact I was the man responsible.
“Sara…” I only called out her name. Nothing more. There was so
much I wanted to say to her, but I didn’t.
While I knew her heart was breaking, she remained stoic, simply
stepping closer. Tears had broken free and cascaded down her cheeks. Then I saw
the emotion in her eyes switch to full-on anger. “I hate you!” she seethed
before turning and fleeing to her car.
I knew she meant what she said. She truly hated me.
Join the club. I hate
myself right about now.
My soul ached. None of my actions could justify hurting her the
way I had, and it wasn’t only that night. I’d slowly been withdrawing from her,
tearing open her heart and confusing the hell out of her. I made her second-guess
our relationship. I even made her second-guess my love for her.
I flip-flopped back and forth so many times about what I should
do.
Well, it seemed my decision
was just made for me.
I could only hope in time she would forgive me, and although
anger was the better emotion to have then, I hoped it didn’t end up consuming
her.
Once I closed the door, I spun around only to catch Cora leering
at my naked chest. The woman was unbelievable. I was still in shock she showed
up at my house.
Without giving me the time to mourn the loss of my relationship,
Cora started in with her shit.
“You should know Sara and I had a little chat today.” She
smirked.
No. She didn’t say what I
think she did. The alcohol is messing with me.
The sneer on her face challenged me.
“ What the fuck did you
say?”
Noticing the look of pure rage on my face caused her to retreat. She
stuttered over her next words. “I went…t…to see her today at her little s…shop.”
She was pissed I’d made her stumble over her words, so she squared her
shoulders before
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