Deliver Me

unEXpected

Chapter 2

I look towards my suitcase that's sitting on the bench at the foot of my bed. The clothes I need to pack are still sitting beside it, waiting to be neatly folded and placed in the rightful order. But after the unexpected news from my dear, sweet sibling, all I can think about is how stressed I'm going to be when I arrive at the hotel. This weekend is not going to be at all how I thought it would. I just hope my parents will be too preoccupied with my sister to bother asking me why: you know who isn't coming.

I decide to forgo packing right now so, I go back to the kitchen and pour myself a nice large cup wine into my favorite coffee mug. I'm not the girl to have eight different kinds of drinking glasses in a too small apartment after-all. I loathe the clutter.

Slipping into the perfect temperature bubble bath my body starts to relax and I can feel the tension from today slowly melt away. If I didn't know any better, I could even fall asleep in here.

After a nice long soak, I wrap a towel around myself and head back to the kitchen for more wine. The bottle I bought has been sitting in here since Layla and I celebrated finally finding her perfect dress after raiding just about every bridal store within a hundred-mile radius from her apartment. I've never had the desire to drink alone, but I think tonight calls for it. Hell, I've never even really been a drinker per say, but I can get use to having one to relax every now and then.

I pick out a bottle from the top rack, which is half empty, and pour an adequate amount of the red liquid into my mug. Sipping the chilled wine until I drain about half of it, I lick the remnants off my lips, relishing the sweet after taste that it leaves behind on my tongue. I set my mug down on the counter and make my way back to my bedroom, rifle through my closet and find my silk camisole with matching bottoms to wear for bed. I want to get comfortable before I fall asleep. The smooth material feels good on my warm skin as I slide the top over my head and slip into the lose fitting night shorts that stop just below the curve of my ass. I loosen my hair from the bun and brush out all the waves, letting my hair fall over my shoulders. It's grown out so much in the last few months since I stopped cutting it. When I was with Roman, he always wanted me to keep it shoulder length. He said he liked the way it hid his favorite kissable spot from other men.

As I tie the short robe around my waist and make my way back down the hall to the kitchen, I come to an abrupt halt after being startled by the sight in front of me when I reach for my mug.

"Roman!" I shout as my feet come to a halt from the unexpected and uninvited guest lurking in my apartment. He doesn't say anything, nor does he even look up at me, he just stands there, staring down at his hand that twirls the mug of crimson wine around and around. The grinding sound comes to a halt when he jerks his head up and finally notices me standing across the room, not knowing what to expect or to say since he looks so dazed. I take in the state of him as he grips onto the mug tighter and tighter until his knuckles turn a ghostly white. I can't help but let my eyes wander back and forth between him and the ceramic cup that looks like it's going to shatter from the pressure he's putting on it.

"Brin...baby, hey." He finally says and gently releases his hand from around the still intact mug. I cautiously look up at him and see his eyes are boring their way through me. Bloodshot, red rimmed, and blown out pupils are the most noticeable against his too pale skin as he makes his way over to me. I want to back away but it seems my feet are glued to this very spot. Roman staggers his way over and strangely enough his touch is gentle as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me in so close, I can feel his heartbeat calmly thumping against my cheek. I close my eyes and for just a second, I let myself get lost in his embrace; and it feels like us again.

"God, I missed you so much Brinley, you have no idea." I hear him say, and the humming coming from his chest wakes me up to the reality of what is, rather than what was. I place my hands on his chest and gently push away until I'm standing a few feet back from him. I stare into his eyes, only to see the empty vacant look I know all too well from years of seeing him ruin himself and letting him almost drag me down with him. It's the same look, the same distant stare, no emotion in them, even though his voice makes him sound like the Roman I knew once. My Roman. The boy I fell in love with back in high-school. The man that I was going to marry and spend the rest of my life with.

I can feel the buzzing behind my eyes as they well up with tears. Tears I promised myself I would not him see me cry, because they are after all for him. For us. For the memories that hurt to think about, but do not struggle to come back. I turn away and wipe at my eyes before I face him again.

"Roman, what are you doing here? How did you even get in?" I ask, now feeling a little frazzled when I realize I have no idea how he would have gotten in; or how he even knows that I live here. I haven't had contact with him since I left him almost six months ago. Which begs the question, how on earth could I have let my guard down so easily after all this time and everything he put me through and to let him hold me like that again?

"Baby come on, don't be like that now. I came all the way here for you." He sadly slumps forward and grips onto the small island in front of him to keep from tumbling forward. It's clear he's been using, and from the looks of it, he's got about five minutes left until he either throws up or passes out.

"Roman, here. I say as I guide him to the sofa. He stumbles over the throw rug but makes it over to sit down without me having to support all of his weight. Still makes me wonder how in the hell he walked up all those to stairs to get to my door in the first place.

"Just go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning, okay?" I tell him. He doesn't argue or try to get up. I can't say I blame him since he looks exhausted. I reach for the blanket on the other side from where his head is and by the time I turn back, he's already fallen asleep so, I drape the blanket across his lengthy body but it's only long enough to cover his torso. It's the only other blanket I have besides my down comforter on my bed so it will just have to do.

I look back at Roman as I make my way to my room down the hall. He's slipped into a heavy sleep. Not sure if its from being up all day or coming down from whatever he took earlier, but I don't think twice about locking my bedroom door even though I'm sure that the sleep fairy will not be visiting me anytime soon. 

Hey everyone. I just wanted to let you know, don't fret if you see mistakes, I am deciding not to do much editing if at all. Reason being is because when I try to edit, I take way too long to upload anything because I just want it to be worthy of reading. So I am going to just try and write a few chapters, upload them and then maybe edit offline for later on. Maybe this way I'll have more time to actually write and have new updates for you more often. I miss writing on Wattpad, but I needed to step away from it for a while. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Happy Reading.