Valeria
I couldn't even fall asleep that night.
I kept replaying everything Mason told me yesterday over and over in my head and it bothered me so much.
So I decided that I'd go on a walk nice and early.
It was raining so I wore a sweatshirt and my leather jacket with some sweat and my hair tied to the back. I put on a dad hat and slid on my sneakers before walking out into the kitchen. My mother was sitting at the table, typing away on her laptop when I walked out, causing her to look up at me.
"Where are you going?" She ask, taking a sip of water.
"I'm just going for a walk. I'll be back maybe around 12 or 1, I say looking at my phone. Currently it was 10:12 am so I had a few hours to spare. My mother nodded her head before I grabbed my keys, walking out the door of the apartment.
I made it to and from the elevator all within 2 minutes, thanking god that the elevator was already on my floor.
When I got downstairs I pulled my hoodie over my head, not really paying attention to where I was walking, which caused me to bump into someone.
Looking up I see Mason, and I'm already feeling unprepared for this.
"Hey, Val..." He states, dragging the 'L'.
"It's Valeria." I simply say, turning to walk past him.
Mason however takes this opportunity to jump in front of me and stop me from proceeding on, making me grow annoyed. "What do you want from me? Forgiveness? Cause you can have it, I forgive you, now move out of my way and let me go please. I have a walk to take." I say in frustration. "No! No. I don't care about forgiveness right now, although I would love some of that too. But hey! Wait?! I want to talk to you for a bit? Please." He tells me, once I try walking away again.
"What is there to talk about? Everything's said and done with Mason."
"I know, but please I just want to talk to you. I don't expect any sympathy but I just want you to hear me out for maybe 5 minutes? Please Valeria." He begs.
If I was smart I would walk away, but I'm not the smartest bitch out there so I wave my hand in the direction I'm walking to signal he can come along. I can see him smile to himself but I just roll my eyes. He shouldn't even be smiling.
"You should start speaking. Your 5 minutes are ticking." I say, looking at an empty space on my wrist.
He laughs at me, saying, "I guess that sarcasm never went anywhere." Yeah, maybe you didn't hit me hard enough.
Maybe I should shut up?
When I don't respond to him, he lets out a awkward cough before he speaks up again. "I wanted to open up about my past to you. Tell you why I was such an angry dickhead for the time we were dating, but in no means am I asking for sympathy. I don't deserve it."
"The last thing I'd ever give you is sympathy, but you may continue." I say, look back at him.
" So right after we started dating like 2 years ago, my father and my mother split up." He starts off. I nod my head, already knowing the story of the divorce. Apparently it wasn't a pretty one, but in my eyes no divorce is pretty.
" During that time I stayed with my father, because my mother thought it would be best for the both of us. I went because I've always been closer with my father and would literally do anything for him. He was my best friend at one point." He continued.
"But then my dad started the whole drinking shit. He would come home at 3 in the morning, smelling like a mix of all kinds of shit and it started to fuck with me mentally. One night he came home at like 4:15 and bursted into my room, waking me up out of my sleep, and picking a fight with me. I've never been one to back down so I got up in his face, cursing him out and then he pushed me. I got angry and then we started fighting. It got really fucking bad and then one thing led to another...." He pauses in the middle of the sentence not finishing, leaving me confused.
We had stopped at a park, and were sitting at a small table in the middle of the park. I was practically on the edge of my seat, wanting to know more.
"What happened?" I whispered.
He looked up at me with red eyes, and I could see a few tears slip from his face. I felt bad, so I placed my hand on top of his, reassuring him that it's okay.
"I-I tackled him to the ground and he hit his head on the coffee table in our living room. He stopped moving and I got scared, calling out his name but he wouldn't answer me. I called 9-1-1 and they came and took him to the hospital. I called my mother and told her what happened and she just said that she'll be there, and I knew she was disappointed in me and him. Then we found out that when my father woke up, damaged was done to his brain that left him with a speech impairment. The first and last thing he told me when he could finally speak was the he regretted having me, and that he never wanted to see me again."
He took another pause, and I just sat there completely silent, not really knowing how to comprehend anything he just told me.
I was still kind of confused as to how this made him turn into the person he became.
"After the father told me that, I moved back in with my mother while he went to a rehabilitation center. I started drinking and smoking weed until I was completely numb, no longer feeling guilty about what I did to my father. I was spiraling and I completely fucked myself over by hurting you." He finishes looking up at me.
I felt bad, I truly did but I couldn't allow myself to sit here and act like he didn't physically hurt me. Make me hate myself and wonder why I would ever put myself into such a situation, when it wasn't my fault.
In that moment, I felt myself growing anxious, so I ripped my hand from his grasp and stood up automatically.
He looked up at me in confusion, but I just shook my head.
"I'm sorry, for everything that you went through. I truly am. B-But I have to go." I say, rushing to walk away.
"Valeria! Where are you going?" He yells once I'm a great distance away.
"I-I... Goodbye Mason." I say, turning away from him.
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