His Heart For Collection

Chapter twenty one

I cried most of the night. I felt like my heart was breaking over and over again. I didn't know why I was so hurt. Maybe because I still loved him. Maybe because he had the nerve to bring someone over at our house. Why couldn't he go to a hotel? Why did he bring the guy over to our house?

I couldn't stop the hurt and anger that I felt. I didn't know if that proved I hadn't moved on or what. That's where most of my anger came from. I was angry at myself for feeling the way I was feeling. I didn't know if it was jealousy, betrayal or I was just being downright stupid.

I knew that we both were seeing people here and there. I knew, but to have it flashed to my face was horrible. Drew was horrible. He's a horrible husband for making me experience that. How could he?

I wiped my face, staring at myself in the mirror. I looked so horrible. I didn't manage to sleep last night. I sat in bed thinking about all the ways Drew fucked me over. How dare he?

I got pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. I already knew it was Finley before he announced it, but I was not in the mood to see anyone.

I ignored the knocks and brushed my teeth and finished my morning routine.

Finley was persistent. He kept on knocking, saying that he knew I was inside. With the thought that he was pretty annoying, I went to open the door.

He glared at me, thrusting a container into my hands. I returned it back into his hands, much to his annoyance. "Why didn't you open the first time I knocked? "

He forced himself into my place, which left me to close the door behind him. The irritation I felt was indescribable.

Finley put the container on the kitchen table, then went to open the fridge and took out juice. He also took out two glasses from the cupboard and poured us juice.

He opened the container to reveal cupcakes. I took one, then ate it. Finley was impatient with me, waiting for me to tell him how they tasted.

"And?" he asked, practically bouncing with excitement. I laughed, shaking my head.

"The best I've ever had," I said, my chest filling with warmth at his excitement.

"You always say that," he whined, picking up my juice and giving it to me.

"That's because everytime they seem to get better and better. I promise I'm being genuine," I reassured.

"Thank you. How did yesterday go by the way?" he asked, grabbing a cupcake and eating it.

I sighed, sitting down. "I didn't do much looking. I fell asleep." He gave me a dry look, which made me laugh. "When I woke up, he was already back with his boyfriend or whatever."

"Oh, that's why you were crying. I've been wondering why your eyes were like that."

I felt deep shame at his blunt statement. I covered my face. "Did you really have to point it out?"

"Oh, I wasn't supposed to? But I didn't the first time I came in. I'm sorry for bringing it up," he said. I saw confusion on his face when I uncovered my face.

"It's alright. I know it's stupid for crying over him, but I couldn't help how I felt. I don't even know why I cried over him," I explained, still a bit mortified that he brought up my crying.

"It's alright. You still love him I guess," he shrugged, mortifying me further because he said things so bluntly that it baffled me.

"I love him, but I'm not in love with him," I said. He gave me a look that said he didn't believe me.

"Sure. Alright. Enough about your ex. So, now that-"

"Just say Drew. Don't call him my ex please," I said, looking away when he gave me a judging look.

"As I was saying, now that we've established that Drew is not a vampire, we can work on getting over him. I think we need to start getting you out of this apartment. We have to go out and meet people." After he said that, he gestured for me to follow him out of the kitchen. I grabbed another cupcake and followed him.

"I fell asleep, so I didn't have time to look around. I think I'll go again on Monday. I won't fall asleep this time around." The only reason I fell asleep was because I was busy looking over the photo albums.

I remembered the photo of young Drew I grabbed. I went into my room to retrieve it.

"What is it?"

I sat next to him on the couch, giving him the photo. He looked it over, his brows furrowed a bit.

"I think we just found our evidence, Leon," he announced, confusing me.

"How?"

He stood up, spooked a bit. "This photo is at least a hundred years old. I have to confirm with someone first. Are you sure this is Drew and bot his great great grandfather?"

"Of course it's Drew. Are you sure that the photo is a hundred years old?" I asked, still in disbelief.

"This is crazy, Leon. You don't mind if I go to my friend with this picture to confirm, right? I promise I'll be back before you know it," he said, already up and waiting for me to say yes.

I nodded, still a bit baffled. He didn't even say goodbye when he left. I tried to browse photographs hundred years back, but I couldn't see what Finley saw in that photo. I decided to wait for him to come back and explain.