Before she could say anything , I pulled her down making her lay over my lap. She made a small noise, as it took her by surprise.
"Stay still." I said letting her hand go, using both hands I pulled her pants down to her knees. She had on a baby pin...
"Trying to fight the feeling, but ya never finish healing..."
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Dec. 12/05 8:00am
The sound of my alarm going off waking me up from my dream-less sleep. Seeing the other side of the bed empty, making all the memories of yesterday come back. Sitting up I cut my alarm off, wiping my hands down my face.
I'm sad.
I'm heartbroken.
I want to cry, I want to breakdown, I want to scream. Feeling my eyes burn from the tears coming I lift my head back trying to stop them. I shouldn't be crying over him, the relationship died long ago.
We were like roommates sleeping in the same bed .
Sighing I roll out of bed, walking to my vanity looking at the calendar. Seeing I have a photo shoot at two o'clock.
Having six hours to get ready I decided I'll confront Don instead of waiting until he gets home. Walking to the bathroom I use the toilet. Finishing I strip walking to the shower, turning the water on hot.
Stepping in I wash my body, standing there in a daze thinking about all the memories we had. Thinking about where did I go wrong. Realizing what I'm doing I snap out of it turning the water off.
I shouldn't be blame myself for his mistakes, he should have been a man.
Getting out I pull my towel to my body drying off, walking into my room. Going to the closet, grabbing a bra, a hoodie, a pair of sweatpants, socks and underwear.
Laying everything on the bed I dropped the towel grabbing my oil. Oiling my body I started to get dressed. Done, I grab my sneakers putting them on, going over to my nightstand I grabbed my phone.
Heading over to the front door I grabbed my keys walking to my car unlocking the trunk. Then coming back to my apartment I started putting the bags in the back.
One by one until all memories of Don are out of the house. Feeling like crying again I stopped in the door way lifting my head back to stop the tears once again.
Groaning feeling so frustrated I locked the door going to my car. Closing the trunk, I walked back to the front opening my door hopping in. I started the car letting the radio play music as I drive to Don's parent's house.
Driving for about fifteen minutes I was pulling up to the curb. I didn't see his car here, he must've lied again. Cutting the car off I got out closing the door, walking up to the front door.
Knocking stepping back waiting for someone to open the door. A few seconds later Don's father opens the door.
" Hey you, what are you doing here?" He asked surprised.
"Is Don here? Did he come here last night?" I asked. Maybe he did come and just left?
"No he's not honey, he didn't come by last night either." He said looking confused.
