The Truth About Love

CHAPTER 6: COLLEEN

Today started as shit. And usually when a day starts as shit, the pile gets bigger until your day ultimately ends as shit.

I dreamed of a life traveling the world with my love by my side. A life where he and his band did gigs at local bars, their poor excuse of touring, while I traveled the world along side of them and maybe even danced a bit when desired. Sleeping late, waking up next to Martin, sightseeing, night walking and living free.
Then I woke up. Alone.
Martin was gone, and all I had left was his manly scent left on my pillow and an empty heart.
I also was left with a text.
'I love you Colly baby.'
I keep wondering if it was a 'goodbye I love you or a 'it was a pleasure waking up next to you I love you?'
Who knows.
I ended up shutting my phone off and decided to spend my day getting to know the woman two doors down from me before it's too late.

Walking the twenty or so feet to my parents bedroom feels as if it's a mile away. But I remain head strong. I need to do this. I need to see her.
I need to do the handholding, the small talk and the painful sit down next to my comatose mother.
So I walk on. Slowly but surely.
And I eventually get there.
But what's behind the door weeping is what stops me from going inside.
My dad. The definition of strength. The model man for keeping it together. The person who never falls apart is falling apart.

When I peek inside I see my dad laying beside her in the bed they share.
I see my dad inched to the corner, for my mom is set up in the center of the bed they share.
I see my dad laying his head on her stomach, holding her closely, but gently sobbing into the blankets covering her, in the bed they share.
He says,
"Sam, please don't leave me."
"I need you."
"I can't go on without you."
"You have to get through this."
But the last thing my dad says, laying beside my mother, inched in the corner, with his head on her stomach, sobbing into the blanket of the bed they share is what gets me.
"Don't follow him. Please, oh please don't do this for him. Pick me."

Hand covering my mouth to contain the sob that's about to break free I make way back to my room. It doesn't feel like it's a mile away this time. I cant get there fast enough.
Pacing the small area of my room in rage and hysterics I can't help but think horrible thoughts about the woman I was starting to find common ground with.
How dare she bring my father to this state for her own selfishness?
How dare she give him reason to believe this is her motive?
How dare she give him reason to think he isn't good enough for her to stay?
If I'm not, hell, if her precious Delilah isn't, why can't he be?

So through my tears, and agony. Through my anger and pain, I read. I need to see what in the world is wrong with the woman residing two doors down from me.

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Hey everyone,

Thanks for your votes and comments, they have made all of this worth it.
Sorry for the short chapter, but I had to put it out there.
I've been updating regularly, daily almost, because this story has been playing in my head and it's coming out like word vomit. But I'm going to start making a schedule because I'm back in reality now. Ugh!
Work and studying stinks!

Also I'm going to use some of my time to catch up on reading all of your stories. Some of you fellow writers have been so supportive and helpful with your comments and I want to make sure I do the same for each and every one of you!!!

Anyways what are your feelings about Colleen and Martin?

Who do we want to see next?
Once I learn how to put up a cast list, I probably will.
Also, what are your thoughts on Samantha now?
What do you think Colleen's father was talking about?

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Love you all!