𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒯𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓎-ℰ𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉

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Eleven days, Eighteen hours and thirty-five minutes

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Eleven days, Eighteen hours and thirty-five minutes.

That's how long I've been experiencing the silent treatment from my brother, my friends and my wife.

How could I have been so fucking stupid to get into a fight with someone? Let alone do it so close to Sky and my godchild?

I wish I could turn back the hands of time and stop my actions. To have walked away instead of acting like the big man.

No one wants to hear my side of events or listen to how sorry I am for what happened and I get it, trust me I do but they're my family. And, family sticks together through thick and thin - they have to forgive me. Right?

Bella's been keeping to herself in the guest room, ignoring my every attempt to fix things. She talks to me on occasion and she still cooks for me but I know she's confused. She feels like she's been backed into a corner, forced into picking a side. I know she blames me, she's spoken with Sky and they've made amends but with me, that boat is still in the harbour waiting.

My phone rings in my pocket, the vibrations warming my thigh before I slip it out and check the caller ID.

The name Cookie 🍪 flashes across the screen and my heart stutters. With numb fingers, I swipe the accept call button.

'Sky?' I croak, feeling like I'm dreaming this call into existence.

'Chris.' She replies with a tight abruptness to her usually carefree voice.

'Are you okay?'

'I'm coming over. I'd like us to talk about things.'

'You're coming here?'

'Yes. Quinn's coming too. I'll be there in twenty.'

Before I can reply the line goes dead and I'm left feeling dazed. Is this the moment I've been waiting for? Can I finally apologise and put this behind us?

I rush around the house tidying and cleaning as much as I can before getting changed into some fresh clothes. I drop Bella a text letting her know that Sky and Quinn are coming over. She doesn't reply but I can see that she's read my message. Time to show how sorry I am to my best friend, I hope she can forgive me. Maybe not today but someday.

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