Ok, so there has been some complaints!!!!! Lol! My dear readers and some of my subscribers are really unhappy with me loool. Sorry, I love you all, but sometimes I have to leave you in suspense to see some REACTIONS and boy did I get some reactions!!! lol…as you requested, I added just a little bit more to the untitled new fiction I am working on…no title, no character names!!! Let’s play with this one, I want to have a lil’ fun with this story!!! suggestions anyone ????? Read on, scroll down to pick up where you left off and drop your thoughts! Love u all xoxo and as I promised on FB, UNFAITHFUL part II will be done for you this Christmas break as your holiday gift!!!!!
I open the door.
He stares at me, waits for me to react, but I don’t. I just stare back.
This is the day that we both have been waiting for. Well, I have. For years. I re-played this moment in my mind for years. Rehearsing what I will say. How I will look. What I would do. If I would be angry or happy. But everything I rehearsed was a waste of my time. Because now that I am here, all I do is stare.
“Are you okay,” he finally speaks and shakes up emotions inside of me. His voice is deep. Deeper than it was years ago. Deeper than I imagined. Deeper than what I remembered.
I nod my head. “Yes, I just can’t believe it’s you.”
That smile sends chills down my bones. This is ridiculous. Why is it that after what happened, he is still capable of making me feel the way I do? Shouldn’t I hate him? Shouldn’t he hate me too? After what I did to him, I thought we were enemies.
“Well, it’s me. I am the one who can’t believe it’s you,” he says.
I smile, shyly.
“I see you’re still shy around me huh?” he adds.
“Well, some things just never change,” I mumble.
“I did. I changed,” he announces out of nowhere.
“Yep. Not the same ole’ dude you once knew,” he states.
“That’s good to know,” I say.
Suddenly, he grabs me by the waist.
I wrap my arms around him. He sobs. I cannot believe he is crying. Why? Is he sorry?
I am the one who should be sorry… I am lost, but I do not move.
He needs me. And as much as I hate to say this, I need him too right now. We have unfinished business…and right now I just want to be here. In his arms.
After several minutes, he finally lets me go. I am unsure of what to say. I have never seen a man break down in front of me. I’m not sure how I am supposed to respond to his breakdown. I don’t even know why he’s shedding tears. It must be really serious.
Is he sick?
Did someone die?
“Are you gonna be okay there? I am kind of worried about you,” I utter softly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to, but I..I..I am so embarrassed. I can’t believe I just did that in front of you,” he says, looking away.
“No. Don’t be. Who says men can’t cry? Things happen. I mean, you’re human. You have the right to cry.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“Well…did it work?” I ask.
“A little,” he says, smiling lightly.
“So… do you want to talk to me about it?” I ask, rubbing his back.
“I didn’t want our first conversation to be about this, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore,” he says. I nod my head to let him know that I am still with him. He continues, “You know a lot things have changed since we last seen each other, which was about what? Four years?”
“Yes, about so.”
“I found out some things.”
“What did you find out? Come on, you can talk to me,” I assure him.
He walks away from me, giving me his back.
“I just found out that my parents are dead.”
I suddenly find it difficult to keep my balance. “Oh my…has it been that long? I was not aware that they passed away! When did this happen? I am so sorry, I feel so bad for not being there for you—”
“Listen to me. I am not talking about the parents you are referring to. I’m talking about my other parents…my real parents.”
“What do you mean your real parents? Mr. & Mrs. Cartier are not your biological parents?”
“Just what you said. They are not my biological parents!”
“No way, I don’t get it. You’ve been with them since child birth…haven’t you?”
Tears fill up his eyes again. He starts crying again, hysterically. “I…I I don’t understand how they could keep something like this from me? For twenty-seven years!”
“That is insane. Are you sure about this? How did you find out?”
“Trust me; I know it’s true even though it hurts. There’s more to it though,” he says, looking down at his shoes as if they are who he is talking to.
“No way. What! More?” I wail.
“Yep,” he looks up and opens his mouth to say something else, but the words don’t seem to be flowing out. He shuts his mouth and paces around the room. After enough pacing, he finally decides to sit down. He takes a deep breath and makes eye contact with me. His eyes are red, crying out for help. I mean, I assume that he needs help if he flew all the way here out of nowhere, after not seeing each other for four years. Our eyes do not break away until he looks away. He leans against the door and crosses his arms across his chest.
“I also just found out that my so-called parents actually killed my biological parents; who I never knew about.”
TO BE CONTINUED…HAHHA