that he wouldn’t be able to use it ever again.
I had to admit that a small piece of me was slapping Julien as well , but that was a battle for another day, right now I had to deal with the past bastard who had screwed me over.
“Get the heck out my car ! You think you can just show up and bam, everything is fixed? You’re some cocky piece of work aren’t you Adam? Well save that crap for someone else. Beat it!” I ordered, unlocking the car door and pointing out.
He sta red at me at first and then slowly made his way out of the car, but not before saying something completely unexpected. “I know I don’t deserve you, but I need you. It feels like I have been breathless since you left and I… I realized that who I thought I was…” he trailed off and then paused, looking down at the ground.
I had never seen him this way before. The Adam I had known and loved was cocky, confident… an ass! But this person before me seemed a little different; on the surface he was the same but… I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“I am nothing without you. Just please think about it. There’s more to the story than you know, but telling you now would only hurt you more, so just know that I love you and would never intentionally hurt you. Please just… think about it,” he continued, bringing me out of my reverie.
He turned and walked away, hands still clutching his bruised face, defeat causing his shoulders to slouch. Who the heck was that guy? What did he mean by there was more to the story?
Instinctively I got out of the car, wanting t o call after him. I needed to… to what? I wasn’t sure but when I did call out for him, he was too far to hear me and my heart plummeted. A swell of emotions took over as tears flooded my eyes. He had somehow placed me back in time, a time where my heart yearned for him and that was too much for me to handle. I had spent the last year determined to put him behind me and in one conversation, everything I had done fell to the waste wayside. What is happening to me?
I watched as he disappeared, feeling lost and sobbing now into my hands. As a child I never cried , but since coming into adulthood, men had broken me down and made me someone I couldn’t begin to recognize.
“A boyfriend I assume? ” I heard from behind me and right then, in the parking lot of my job, I wanted to die. Julien!
JULIEN
I had just arrived at Emily’s job when I spotted her in a car with some Backstreet Boy wannabe, holding her hand against his chest. Frozen, I watched as he seemingly pleaded with her. Who was this man? And how could Emily be upset with me when she herself apparently had a boyfriend?
A pain surged within me when she fled the car in attempt to call after him and when she broke into tears, anger streamed from my pores. Was this the same woman who accosted me verbally for having a wife? Unwilling to listen to me and stormed out of my home, refusing to speak to me?
I had spent the entire afternoon calling my contacts in the restaurant industry and finally found out where she worked. Practicing in my head the whole way over what I would say to her as I handed her two dozen long stemmed roses. All of this to find that she had been dishonest herself, making me feel… what is this I was feeling?
I wasn’t the jealous type so that couldn’t be it, I was sure. Jealousy was for insecure men; men who were lacking and I knew that I was definitely not one of those men, but the feeling coursing through my body was foreign to me and I didn’t like it. Mince! Dang!
I wanted to scream, yell, drive away and forget all about her and her silly looking boyfriend, but I couldn’t. There was something that made me possessive of her; something inside of me that called out for her. She was mine!
“A boyfriend I assume!” was all I could muster to say through my clenched jaw once I reached her, my heart pounding roughly against my chest, drowning out all the noise around me. How could she do this to
I had to admit that a small piece of me was slapping Julien as well , but that was a battle for another day, right now I had to deal with the past bastard who had screwed me over.
“Get the heck out my car ! You think you can just show up and bam, everything is fixed? You’re some cocky piece of work aren’t you Adam? Well save that crap for someone else. Beat it!” I ordered, unlocking the car door and pointing out.
He sta red at me at first and then slowly made his way out of the car, but not before saying something completely unexpected. “I know I don’t deserve you, but I need you. It feels like I have been breathless since you left and I… I realized that who I thought I was…” he trailed off and then paused, looking down at the ground.
I had never seen him this way before. The Adam I had known and loved was cocky, confident… an ass! But this person before me seemed a little different; on the surface he was the same but… I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“I am nothing without you. Just please think about it. There’s more to the story than you know, but telling you now would only hurt you more, so just know that I love you and would never intentionally hurt you. Please just… think about it,” he continued, bringing me out of my reverie.
He turned and walked away, hands still clutching his bruised face, defeat causing his shoulders to slouch. Who the heck was that guy? What did he mean by there was more to the story?
Instinctively I got out of the car, wanting t o call after him. I needed to… to what? I wasn’t sure but when I did call out for him, he was too far to hear me and my heart plummeted. A swell of emotions took over as tears flooded my eyes. He had somehow placed me back in time, a time where my heart yearned for him and that was too much for me to handle. I had spent the last year determined to put him behind me and in one conversation, everything I had done fell to the waste wayside. What is happening to me?
I watched as he disappeared, feeling lost and sobbing now into my hands. As a child I never cried , but since coming into adulthood, men had broken me down and made me someone I couldn’t begin to recognize.
“A boyfriend I assume? ” I heard from behind me and right then, in the parking lot of my job, I wanted to die. Julien!
JULIEN
I had just arrived at Emily’s job when I spotted her in a car with some Backstreet Boy wannabe, holding her hand against his chest. Frozen, I watched as he seemingly pleaded with her. Who was this man? And how could Emily be upset with me when she herself apparently had a boyfriend?
A pain surged within me when she fled the car in attempt to call after him and when she broke into tears, anger streamed from my pores. Was this the same woman who accosted me verbally for having a wife? Unwilling to listen to me and stormed out of my home, refusing to speak to me?
I had spent the entire afternoon calling my contacts in the restaurant industry and finally found out where she worked. Practicing in my head the whole way over what I would say to her as I handed her two dozen long stemmed roses. All of this to find that she had been dishonest herself, making me feel… what is this I was feeling?
I wasn’t the jealous type so that couldn’t be it, I was sure. Jealousy was for insecure men; men who were lacking and I knew that I was definitely not one of those men, but the feeling coursing through my body was foreign to me and I didn’t like it. Mince! Dang!
I wanted to scream, yell, drive away and forget all about her and her silly looking boyfriend, but I couldn’t. There was something that made me possessive of her; something inside of me that called out for her. She was mine!
“A boyfriend I assume!” was all I could muster to say through my clenched jaw once I reached her, my heart pounding roughly against my chest, drowning out all the noise around me. How could she do this to
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