Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Forty Four

Heart pounding, I walk into the living room. Thank god Martha isn't home yet. I still don't understand what the hell is happening and more importantly who is that girl? From the looks of it she is his ex maybe. But what is her photos and probably her belonging doing here, in his house? The Abel I know doesn't like reminders of his past. Especially not his exes.

I look through all the pictures i have clicked. There are several notes but only few of them are in English. There is only one person who can help me decipher what is written and in what language. I quickly dial his number and he answers on first ring.

"Hello, Kiara?" His voice sounds unsure.
"Hi Shane. How are you?" I ask Tabitha's ex.

"Yeah fine. I was surprised to see your name on my phone. After everything that has happened, I didn't think you'll be in touch."
"I heard from Tabi. But she didn't say anything else. What happened between you both?"
"You should ask her. Anyways, what's up?" He changes the subject.

"I need your help. I have some notes from long back. But there are in other language. Can you help me translate it?" Shane works as Hotel Director on cruise so he knows a lot of languages.

"Okay, send them to me and I'll see what I can do."

I hear car parking outside, Abel's back. "Okay I'm sending them now. Text me when you're done. Talk to you later." I hastily cut the call and turn on the TV, putting on some random channel, trying to normal myself before he figures something is wrong.

"Hey, pack your bags. We're leaving for New York in two hours." Abel's voice startle me. I look behind and see him standing in the doorway looking kinda stressed.

"Is everything okay? What happened?" My voice coloured with guilt. I hope he doesn't catch on.

He just nods and motions me to follow. He keeps walking not even looking back to make sure I'm behind him. Something feels very off. I try to keep up with him but he is too fast. He have already reached the top of the stairs while I'm still below.

"Abel wait!" I shout his name and run up the stairs. "Why are we going to New York? Tell me." I'm panting hard and it's not just because of the sprint I just did.

He doesn't say anything just looks at me and sighs. "God stop being so goddamn stubborn Abel." I snap at him. I've had it with secrets.

"I know I'm not your wife or anything and you don't need to tell me every single detail of your life. But if its something that is affecting me as well, I have ever right to ask you about it." He keeps listening not saying anything. This makes my blood boil.

"This, this is the problem! You never tell me anything. We have been chased, this house broke into and now you want me to follow you to New York without even knowing the reason behind it. Tell me what the hell is happening Abel?"

"Say something Abel!"

"As you said, you're not my wife. You don't need to know everything." He says so casually that I just can't stop myself now.

"You're just what everyone told me you were. I was so stupid to not listen to them. I am so wrong Abel, so fucking wrong."

"I told you I'm not the man you want." His voice is apologetic, sympathetic even. But I don't need sympathy, I need answers.

"How can you say that? I have fallen for you goddamn!" He doesnt say anything to my declaration. If feels like everything I have suppressed is coming to the surface and I can't keep quiet anymore.

"You're not going to tell me why we're leaving?"

"Do you trust me?"
"What?"
He waits for the answer.
"I am starting work in two weeks. You want me to go with you for god knows how long."

"Tell me why we're going, or.."

"Or what?" He asks.

"Or we're done. Obviously this arrangement can't work long distance." Now it's up to him. If he cares for me even an ounce he will not let me go.

"Very well. You're right, we should end everything here. It was nice spending time with you." I feel like the ground have moved from beneath me. Everything he is throwing away just so he can keep his little secret.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you Abel." I turn back and descend down the stairs. The tears are free flowing. My heart is in million pieces and I wish I never met him.

I knew this was coming in the back of my mind, but I chose to ignore it.