My Diary About My Lover (An Andrew J West Lovestory)

Part 41; Falling

I was frozen where I stood. I couldn't believe it. 

"How did you-"

"I have my ways." The man said. 

"But, I thought you were-"

"Yes, I know. Like I said, I have my ways." He said again, interrupting me. 

He smirked that same smirk that he always did every time I saw him. He stood there, looking back at me. He looked just like I had remembered him. 

What was he going to do to me? I was afraid for my life. 

Reality hit me, and I knew what I had to do. 

"I'm sorry I ran away from you. I'm so sorry. Please, don't hurt me." I pleaded to him. 

"I promise you, I'll do whatever you say." I finished. 

"Oh trust me, you'll pay. And if you listen, I won't hurt you." He finished. 

He was still in the doorway and I was half tempted to shut the door, but he would just break it again. I looked down at his hand, it was trembling a little, and that's when I noticed what he had. 

"Please. You don't want to do this. I'll do anything, please, believe me." I begged. 

"You blew me off. You have no idea how much you hurt me. Don't you remember what we had? That day at the beach, I asked you a simple question, and you just thought of him." 

"James, please. That was in high school. That was 19 years ago when we dated! It's history. Get over it, please. I've moved on, and you should to." 

"You've got some nerve for talking to a man with a loaded gun in his hand." He replied. 

He smirked again. That smirk has haunted me to this day. I can't handle it. It makes me feel disgusted. 

"Please, can we talk another time. I'm very sick, and I can't handle any stress. It's hard enough trying to go to work, let alone deal with throwing up." 

"I don't want to hear any of your pity." He told me. 

"James, can we please just talk tomorrow. I can meet you for coffee and we can hang out." I lied. 

"No." He said, "I know your game. You'll call the cops on me. We're talking right here, right now." 

He shoved me aside and stormed into my apartment. 

"Please, go. I'm not feeling well." I repeated. 

He wasn't listening, and I knew he wasn't leaving here without getting what he wanted. 

I felt a knot growing in my stomach. It was worry and the sickness inside me. I felt dizzy and fell onto the couch. 

"What are you doing?" James asked. 

I was sweating now, and my breathing became heavy. "I told you I was sick." 

He shook his head and sat down. 

"I'm not here to talk. I'm here to get answers, and you are going to answer correctly." He explained. 

"Fine James, but I'm warning you, I'm-"

I felt the knot in my stomach. i immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. 

"Where are you going?!" He yelled after me.

I didn't stop, I just kept running. When I finally reached the bathroom, I barely missed the toilet. Great, I'd have to clean this up now. 

I kinda purposely did this so I wouldn't have to confront James. I guess I should tell you about what happened in high school.