BASED ON A TRUE STORY!!!!
Demi is a young girl who's never been in love. Joe is a hopeless romantic who just got out of a toxic relationship. Watch what happens as they meet and fall head over heels for each other and go on the adventure of a lifeti...
"Joseph," My grandma said opening the door and pulling me into a hug. "It's been so long since you've seen your grandma," She said shutting the door.
"I know. I'm sorry," I said taking a seat on her couch.
"You must be seeing that Ashley girl again," My grandma said giving me a nasty look.
I looked down.
"I know Grandma. I've been staying further away again. Things just aren't the best at home and it's closer to my job," I said trying to defend my terrible actions.
"Then why be with the girl?" My grandma asked.
I shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe it'll be different this time," I said looking down.
We both knew I was lying.
"What about Demi? What about your daughter?" She asked me. "You told me you were going to marry her. How will you raise a family from two different homes?" She asked.
I bit my lip and avoided eye contact with her.
"Well grandma," I started. "Demi and I aren't exactly," I paused as I tried to find the words to say.
This wasn't easy when I had to tell my parents, my brother, my friends, my coworkers, and now my grandma. In fact, it got harder the more the words slipped out of my mouth. It still didn't even seem real. I had no idea how I was going to cope with all this.
"Demi lost the baby," I said as I began to cry just reliving that terrible day.
My grandma turned around and looked at me with a shocked look on her face.
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"Joseph!" She said rushing over and putting her arms around me. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked.
I couldn't even answer. This was hitting me all over again.
"I couldn't," I said. "I've been a terrible man to her grandma. She deserves better," I cried.
I began to sob as my grandma held me for a while. I needed that. No one had let me grieve to them. I told my father and he offered me a bottle of whiskey. I told him that his grandchild was dead and all he wanted to do was get drunk. I tried to tell my mother but she said maybe that was what was for the best following a rant about her life and how hard being a parent is. I won't say that my brother wasn't supportive but he had no idea what to say. After all, he had two beautiful little girls at home. For the first time in my life I envied my brother.
"I am so sorry sweetie," She said as she held me and rubbed my back while I cried like a baby.
My grandma had always been so good at consoling me. Ever since I was a little boy she had always given me what I hadn't gotten at home. She was stability. She was my rock. I was leaning on her more than I ever had in my life.
"The worst part," I said sitting up and wiping my eyes a bit as I calmed down. "I don't even want Ashley," I admitted. "I would do anything in the world for Demi. I just can't give her the house she deserves. I can't stay at mom and dad's. It's too crazy there," I said. "I just want an escape," I said.
"And you think you'll get fixed returning to the same place that broke you?" She questioned.
I looked down knowing she had a point.
"It doesn't matter anyway. Demi hates me. I don't blame her," I said looking away. "I sure messed things up with her. She said she never wants to talk to me again. I can't say I blame her either," I explained.
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"Look at me," My grandma said sternly. "You're young sweetie. You had a lapse in judgement a couple of times. I know you're heart was conflicted because you cared about Ashley. However, you love Demi," She said. "You just need some help establishing boundaries. This is something I've tried to teach your momma," She said.
I gave her a small smile.
"I know that now," I said.
"Don't ever think that it's too late to do the right thing," She said to me in a hopeful tone.
I know my grandma meant well but it sounded like it was easier said than done.
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Hours later I found myself drunk and stumbling down my street looking for my house. I'd been walking since I left the bar and I hadn't been this wasted since I was a teenager. I had lived my entire life in Colleyville yet now I couldn't remember where anything was. The streets looked so confusing.
As I walked I continued to think about Demi. I wondered what she was doing. I wondered how she was doing. I wondered if I would ever see her again. That made me sick to my stomach to think I would never see her again. It made me upset to think about her never being apart of my life again.
I wanted to love her and sweep her off her feet. I wanted to be with her and support her. I wanted to be her rock during this time but yet, I wanted to give her the space she had been begging me for. Who was I kidding? She was demanding the space.
I finally took a seat on a random porch as I began to cry. My vision was blurry at this point and I had no idea where I was. All I could think about was what I could've done differently to save Skye. I wanted to be the good guy in the story.
That was the last thought I remember having before I passed out right there in the neighbor's yard.
