Mrs. Aird (Belivaird) (Book 2)

Chapter 15: Forgiveness

My heart was pounding.

How many times has my heart pounded in situations that I seem to have no control over? Too many to count.

But I can assure you, that I have never faced a situation like the one I'm currently in right now. It's way more terrifying than anything I have been in, and I can honestly say that the woman who is staring at me and not saying a word, is the most heart pounding experience I've encountered.

I told her everything.

Everything.

Starting from when I first encountered Harge, to those times I ran into him, and everything he said, everything he did, and everything that happened just about an hour ago.

I showed her my stomach. I showed her my shoulder. I told her the real reason why I started boxing. I apologised a million times if I was counting.

She wasn't saying anything.

She has been staring at me, or looking somewhere else. But she wasn't speaking. No words were coming out of her mouth, and to be honest, it was scaring me.

If I thought that her screaming at me and telling me to leave was bad, then I never knew that her silent treatment could be just as worse, and it was.

She stood up and walked out of the living room. I sat there and didn't think about following her. I knew she was pissed. She has every right to be and I deserve whatever she has in store for me.

I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling trying to figure out why I'm such an idiot. Why did I have to lie? If I would have told her the truth in the beginning, then we wouldn't be in the situation.

There's a lot of shit that I should of done to avoid being in this situation, but I'm too stubborn to listen to anybody so I end up doing stupid shit that gets me and everyone else hurt.

Physically and Emotionally.

I heard a noise and I got up and walked out of the living room and I stopped when I saw a suitcase at the end of the stairs. I looked up and saw Carol with a pile of clothes scattered down the stairs.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I stared at her in shock.

She looked down at me but didn't say anything as she threw more clothes down the stairs. I watched her and I couldn't figure out what was happening.

That was until I saw that it was my clothes.

"Carol, stop," I pleaded as she kept throwing more clothes. "Stop!" I ran up the stairs to her but she stepped back and looked at me. "Baby, stop," I tried to grab her hand but she pulled away.

"I want you to leave, Terry. This time, don't come back and I mean it," she stared at me. "I'm done with these lies. I'm done with everything you have put me through," she took a deep breath. "I'm just done,"

I shook my head, "No. Don't say that," I tried grabbing her hand again.

"No! You should have thought about everything that would have happened, but you didn't!" she stared at me as I was standing there feeling my heart in my throat. She wiped her eyes and stared at me, "I love you, Terry. I'm always going to love you, but I don't love what you've become," I saw a tear fall from her eye and she wiped it away before speaking. "My biggest regret is that I keep on loving you. Even after everything you have put me through,"

I took a step towards her, "But that's how this works, right?" she stared at me. "We mess up. We fight. We say things we don't mean, but that doesn't mean we stop loving each other. We look past the flaws and the imperfections. We look past the doubts and regrets,"