Give Me Love // jemi

chapter 29

(joes pov)
"ugh. my wife is flipping out over a favor for a friend." I complained to Alyssa.

Alyssa put the plate of food in front of Dylan. "Joe, honestly I hear you arguing all the time. and i think you should really sit down and think about this.

Being a mom to a newborn is hard. Being a single mother to any child is hard. Trust me, I'd know. Paying the bills alone, all of it. She's probably stressing right now wondering how she'll even make it through this week." she told me.

I sighed. "So what do I do?" I asked Alyssa.

"Go home." she said plainly. "As soon as possible. I love having you here, and you're such a great help. But she needs you more than I do." Alyssa said.

I understood a little. "But what about C-"

"Joe." Alyssa cut me off. "Corey is dead. You sticking around here can't bring him back. Thank you for all you've done for us, and I want you to keep in touch. But I think you need to go back to your family. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" she asked.

I nodded. She was right. I can't bring Corey back. I can't replace him. All I can do is try to cope with things. Just like Alyssa.

So right then and there, I packed my bags. Got all my money together. I drove to the nearest gas station and filled up and drove from Michigan, all the way back to Texas. I didn't stop for food. Just gas when it was needed.

I was so happy when I got to the apartment. I wanted to pick Demi up and spin her around and shower her in kisses. Then hug Tristan. I wanted to hug Tristan and love on him. I wanted to hold him in my arms and enjoy him being a baby while I could. Then after he went to bed I wanted to beg on my knees for Demi's forgiveness for leaving her. Then have bomb ass makeup sex.

I was so eager to unlock door I nearly dropped the keys. I finally opened the door with a huge smile on my face. As soon as I opened the door though, my smile dropped.

It was empty. All of it was empty. A note was taped to the wall.

"Dear Joe,

I'm not sure how to tell you this. When you'll see this. Or if you'll even care. I waited 5 months for you to come home. And you never did. I can't stay here anymore. Not only am I wanting to move on. But the pills are too much for a coffee shop singer. As for Tristan, I'll always speak highly of you to him. But I'm not sure if you love him either anymore. Or you wouldn't have left. I love you Joe. You're my first love. I've always loved you. And I wish you the best in life. Your dearest, Demi. P.S. don't try to look for me.

I ripped the letter up. Of all 500 Demi has sent me, that one was the worst.

This letter tore me in half. This letter killed me. This letter destroyed everything I believed in. Everything I worked for.

And after awhile of contemplating. I realized, it wasn't the letter that did this to me. Nor was it the person who wrote it. It was me. Myself. And I. I did it to myself.

(end)