When a parent dies, it leaves a hole in the center of your chest. The hole will always be there but over time the pain will ease. When you watch the person who inspires you to become a dancer dies suddenly; your passion for dancing dies with them. W...
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The car ride was going just fine until he opened his big opinionated mouth. It's like he doesn't know how to shut up when need to be. Or when to not talk about sensitive thing. Especially when it shouldn't be brought up yet. Or to argue with a slightly inebriated female. One who's on the verge of crumbling down to the ground like a fallen skyscraper.
"You know it's not the best idea to drown out your sorrows with alcohol."
Excuse the what out of me?
Out of all things he could possibly talk about or say.... It's on how I deal with stress or how I deal with my brother's anniversary death. Before I could stop my mouth from moving; it is already too late.
"You know, wearing a wedding ring of your deceased partner isn't going to help heal you?"
That's a low blow Phoebs! What are we doing here?
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I slap my hands over my lips. Oh God! I have just fucked up. Oh no, he's going to think I'm lower than a snake's belly on a wagon rut! What have I done?!
His body stiffens and his hands grip the steering wheel so tight his knuckles start to turn white. If he grips it any harder the damn thing will snap in half. His face looks like he's going to blow a damn gasket and cause himself to have an aneurysm! His face holds a nasty snarl. He's going to slit my throat and toss my lifeless body in the woods for the wolves to feed off of. I'm going to turn this poor soul into a murderer.
Before I could even apologize to the poor guy; he's already pulling up into my driveway. As soon as my duffle bag is around me, my feet have hit the asphalt, and I am safely away from his truck; he immediately puts his truck in reverse. He backs out of my driveway like I'm the Reaper ready to collect his soul. When he throws it into drive; he squeals his tires for a few seconds.
Yes, I have officially pissed off the big bad wolf and this Little Red Riding Hood is in for the wrath of this said wolf.
I strip out of my clothes and hop into my shower. I try to scrub off all the guilt I have flowing on my skin. When Jackson and Lorelei find me; I'm sitting on my chaise lounge chair; stuffing my face full of ice cream. I haven't drank anything since the studio. I'm completely sober and the words I said earlier have hit me tenfold.
"What the long face for sugar?" Lor asks.
"Big mouth, bad decisions, huge regrets are to name a few." I grumble as I munch on my ice cream.
"That bad huh?" Lor asks as I just give her a pointed look.
"What's so bad Phobes?" Jax asks.
"I don't want to talk about it." I mumble as I smash into another bite of ice cream.
"Your brother?" Lor asks.
"No, that's the furthest thing on my mind right now. I just don't want to talk about it. However he might tell you when you see him next." I say while groaning in frustration.
"Okay?" Jax says confused.
"Well, here's your favorite. We will just take our exit and let you rest." Lor says with a sadness yet worry in her voice.
I watch as they exit my living room and disappear out the front door. Today is going to be one of those days.
How will I face Grayson?
Can I face him?
What do I even say to him when I do face him?
Sorry won't cut it.
I'm in deep cow shit right now.
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