The Forgotten Ones

Unwavering Feelings

Song: Redemption by Dermot Kennedy 

I didn't know whether or not to feel guilty about what I told Elizabeth. She did deserve to know the truth whether it did hurt or not. I couldn't keep my old life a secret from her anymore. But I knew that at least she knew the truth. I no longer had to hide my past from her. I just hope that she doesn't tell anyone else about it. Elizabeth should know how important it is to keep a secret like this. If the media ever found out about this, they would be all over Willa and me. 

Talking to Elizabeth though, it was relieving to know that she knew the truth. Even though it was so easy to keep that part of my life hidden, it would make me guilty sometimes to know that she wasn't my first wife. Of course she didn't know that until now. But to have it off my chest made me feel relieved. It made me feel a bit more free even though that is a bit selfish to say because of the whole situation. 

After Elizabeth left, I drank another class of whisky. Then my phone rang. I didn't know if I could handle anymore people. I wasn't in the mood to deal with my job either. Checking the caller ID I saw that it was Daniel, my brother. We haven't spoken since the day of the rehearsal. I knew he had talked to Willa because a few days after Willa being in the hospital, he came to see me and told me he had talked to her before the incident and sort of knew about the situation. He didn't tell my family though how bad the situation was. They don't really know that Willa lost her memory or that the reason she ran was because of the news I heard. 

Seeing that it was my brother calling me though worried me a little. We do talk but not too often. I have been so busy with the business which is something he had never been interested in, we never really get to talk too often. It must be a trait of mines. 

I answered the phone though, knowing it may be something important. 

"Daniel?" 

"Alexander, hey man. So mom and dad are asking for you. I tried my best to fend them off but they are being persistent man. They want to see you." I groaned, not wanting to deal with my parents. I haven't seen them since the wedding. We hadn't had a good relationship ever since I had the divorce with Willa. They loved Willa. They knew she wasn't in it for the money. They had met her and knew that she was more annoyed by me rather than envious of me like most girls were. They were happy that I was getting married again and with Elizabeth because Elizabeth had her own money and had her own asperations. 

Because of this wedding cancellation though, I know that they were disappointed. I guess I had to talk to them at some point though. So I sighed, and nodded. "Yeah, I can do that. I will meet up with them. Let me just check my schedule and I will let you know later. I am not in the mood to deal with mom and dad right now. Take my position as the favorite child for now." I say, hearing a chuckle on his head. "Will do brother. Hope to see soon." And then we both hung up. 

I wanted nothing more than another drink. But it felt even more empty in the house. More than usual. I didn't want to stay here anymore. I decided to head out to a bar and make myself comfortable there. I just needed people around me. Even if I was going to be sitting by myself, I would at least have people around me. So I got my jacket and keys and headed off into town. 

I didn't want to go anywhere too flashy that I would draw attention but I also didn't want to go anywhere too quiet to the point that it felt like I was back at home. I decided to head towards a bar that seemed to be busy but not too busy. I parked, the dash clock reading 2pm. It was the afternoon but still, I needed a drink. Getting out of the car, I tightened my jacket around me, feeling the wind whipping through the streets. As I entered the bar, I relaxed my shoulders, looking around, finding it...warm. The lights weren't bright and there were a good amount of people to fill out the space. I sat down at the bar area, asking the bartender for a scotch as I put my jacket down.