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Authors: Carrie Curtis
Tags: Contemporary Romance
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well...I see the way you look at me. That lust from all that time ago is still in your eyes."
"Get away from me," she said angrily. "You're so arrogant you probably just assume every girl looks at you like that. When I look at you what I remember is how you used me as some sort of holiday play thing when you were married. You lied to me about how you loved me and you dumped me when I became an inconvenience."
I couldn't let Amy thinking that I didn't regret what I'd done to her.
"Don't say that Amy. I was young and stupid; I didn't know what I was doing. I did love you, and I still do." I tried to hold her, but she was stiff in my arms. "I wish I could turn back time Amy, but I can't do that. But you could give me another chance..."
"No," she said, pushing away from me and storming off up the hill that led to her house. She was a fast walker when she was mad.
When I caught up with her at her front door I pleaded with her, "Won't you at least tell me one thing?"
She didn't respond instead fumbling inside her handbag for her house keys, which she then dropped on the steps beside her. I picked them up for her and handed them back.
"Thanks," she said begrudgingly.
"Is there even the slightest possible chance that you'll forgive me someday?" I asked hopefully.
Amy stared into space for a moment before pushing her key angrily into the lock.
"No," she said firmly. "You broke my heart," and she walked inside and slammed the door in my face.
I stood on the doorstep, the slammed door in my face, smarting as much as if she'd slapped me across the face.
Then Amy opened the door again. For a moment I was hopeful that she was giving me another chance, but she only stepped back out the house to berate me some more.
"You did more than break my heart you know that? Teenage boys break hearts, grown married men who cheat on their wives with young girls wreck lives. You wrecked my life, Chris."
I tried to interject, but she wasn't about to give me a chance.
She clutched at her temples as though her head hurt. "If you had an ounce of love and respect for me you would have never just left like that, and you would have at least felt some remorse."
Tears were now flowing freely down her cheeks, and I wanted to hold her, kiss the wetness from her face and tell her I was sorry but she wasn't finished.
"You didn't even get in touch with me once you and Stacey were divorced. You wrote me one letter. One letter," she said, pushing her finger into my chest. "And that was probably only to stop you feeling so guilty. And now you turn up here, and you expect me to 'forgive and forget.' Well," she said, her eyes blazing through the tears, "that's never going to happen."
She turned on her heel and stepped back into her house, pulling the door shut behind her.
Amy thought I'd wrecked her life. I'd always known that I'd hurt her but hearing it like that brought the reality of it home to me. It was my fault that she felt so bad about herself. I felt like a complete asshole. I stood on the doorstep not knowing what to do.
I was surprised when the door opened in front of me. I wasn't expecting Amy to talk to me again tonight. Except that it wasn't Amy at the door, it was her mom.
"Oh... Hi," I said awkwardly.
"Oh hello, Chris!" Amy's mom responded. "It's so lovely to see you again. I just wish we wouldn't keep bumping into each other in the middle of the night," she laughed. "Amy!" she called back up the hall. "Chris is here."
"Urgh! I know," Amy called back.
Amy's mom looked shocked. "I'm sorry Chris. I don't know why she's so rude. Just make your way down the hallway to the living room. I'm sure she'll be down shortly."
"I've just let Chris in; he's in the living room waiting for you," her mom shouted before letting herself out. I heard the front door close and listened until Amy's mom's footsteps faded down the driveway before heading upstairs to Amy's bedroom. I found her lying face down on her
"Get away from me," she said angrily. "You're so arrogant you probably just assume every girl looks at you like that. When I look at you what I remember is how you used me as some sort of holiday play thing when you were married. You lied to me about how you loved me and you dumped me when I became an inconvenience."
I couldn't let Amy thinking that I didn't regret what I'd done to her.
"Don't say that Amy. I was young and stupid; I didn't know what I was doing. I did love you, and I still do." I tried to hold her, but she was stiff in my arms. "I wish I could turn back time Amy, but I can't do that. But you could give me another chance..."
"No," she said, pushing away from me and storming off up the hill that led to her house. She was a fast walker when she was mad.
When I caught up with her at her front door I pleaded with her, "Won't you at least tell me one thing?"
She didn't respond instead fumbling inside her handbag for her house keys, which she then dropped on the steps beside her. I picked them up for her and handed them back.
"Thanks," she said begrudgingly.
"Is there even the slightest possible chance that you'll forgive me someday?" I asked hopefully.
Amy stared into space for a moment before pushing her key angrily into the lock.
"No," she said firmly. "You broke my heart," and she walked inside and slammed the door in my face.
I stood on the doorstep, the slammed door in my face, smarting as much as if she'd slapped me across the face.
Then Amy opened the door again. For a moment I was hopeful that she was giving me another chance, but she only stepped back out the house to berate me some more.
"You did more than break my heart you know that? Teenage boys break hearts, grown married men who cheat on their wives with young girls wreck lives. You wrecked my life, Chris."
I tried to interject, but she wasn't about to give me a chance.
She clutched at her temples as though her head hurt. "If you had an ounce of love and respect for me you would have never just left like that, and you would have at least felt some remorse."
Tears were now flowing freely down her cheeks, and I wanted to hold her, kiss the wetness from her face and tell her I was sorry but she wasn't finished.
"You didn't even get in touch with me once you and Stacey were divorced. You wrote me one letter. One letter," she said, pushing her finger into my chest. "And that was probably only to stop you feeling so guilty. And now you turn up here, and you expect me to 'forgive and forget.' Well," she said, her eyes blazing through the tears, "that's never going to happen."
She turned on her heel and stepped back into her house, pulling the door shut behind her.
Amy thought I'd wrecked her life. I'd always known that I'd hurt her but hearing it like that brought the reality of it home to me. It was my fault that she felt so bad about herself. I felt like a complete asshole. I stood on the doorstep not knowing what to do.
I was surprised when the door opened in front of me. I wasn't expecting Amy to talk to me again tonight. Except that it wasn't Amy at the door, it was her mom.
"Oh... Hi," I said awkwardly.
"Oh hello, Chris!" Amy's mom responded. "It's so lovely to see you again. I just wish we wouldn't keep bumping into each other in the middle of the night," she laughed. "Amy!" she called back up the hall. "Chris is here."
"Urgh! I know," Amy called back.
Amy's mom looked shocked. "I'm sorry Chris. I don't know why she's so rude. Just make your way down the hallway to the living room. I'm sure she'll be down shortly."
"I've just let Chris in; he's in the living room waiting for you," her mom shouted before letting herself out. I heard the front door close and listened until Amy's mom's footsteps faded down the driveway before heading upstairs to Amy's bedroom. I found her lying face down on her
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