Chapter 16

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I woke up later that night with a heavy heart, and a panicked mind. I remembered everything I had overheard, plus the twins were not in the crib. I ran down the stairs before I even looked in the mirror. I was probably a mess. I had been crying before I went to sleep and my eyes were probably red, my face blotchy, and my hair a mess. I did not care. I was on a mission to find my girls. They were all that I had left now.

Finally I found them in the yard with Damian's parents. Oh my goodness. I forgot about them. How was I supposed to act around them? They most likely knew all about Damian and Stacy. I wondered if that is why when I came looking for him here they would not let me come in. They told me he was not here. Was it a lie? Did they hate me that much for doing this to their son? I did not notice that I was staring until Damian grabbed my wrist and broke my concentration.

"Come on we need to talk. Mom and dad are keeping the girls while we work this out." He seemed so calm. How could he be like this when I was dying inside?

"Fine. Let me go kiss the girls." It took all the strength I had to make my vocie as calm as his. I defiantly would not be able to do this later.

I walked over greeted his parents, kiss the girls, and told them mommy would be right back. Then I went with Damian. We took his old car. He had gotten a new one when he came down to make room for the twins, but I could tell he missed this car. It was a old black Mustang he had restored himself, and it looked as if it just came off the car floor. The leather seats still smelled brand new, with no rips or scratches. The black paint job immaculate. If it ever got a scratch it would be repaired within an hour. I had so many memories in this car. It is what really attracted me to Damian in the first place, and truth be told it is probably where the girls were made. I loved this car too, but now I think of how it was missing and if other memories were made in the seat I'm now sitting in. The thought made me a little sick to my stomach.

"Harper I am sorry." I have got to stop zoning out I probably look retarded. I guess I just have to much on my mind.

"I really do not want to hear your apologies. I can not believe you. You had me fooled. I thought that you were here for me when the whole time our relationship was a lie."

"It was not a lie Harper."

"Then what was it?"

"It was love. I love you Harper, and I love the girls. You and I are together, and what happened with Stacy was an accident. I was upset about you getting pregnant, and I went crazy because I thought the rest of my life was over."

"Yeah, I did to, but I did not go and fuck your best friend. I looked for you, I even cried on Stacy's shoulder everyday till I left. You betrayed me in the worst way possible, and so did my friend. Now you are acting like you did not do anything wrong. I am sorry, but I can not let you get away with that. I will not let you cheat on me and then run back to you." I started to cry. As the tears rolled down my check and landed on the leather, all I could think was if I could really leave.

"I am not treating it like it is nothing. I never meant for you to find out. I did not want you to find out. It was stupid. Stacy is stupid and a whore. I do not know why you are even friends with her."

"Maybe because she is, or was a good friend. She used to be there for me for everything. Even when you left. I guess that it was all just a joke to her and you. Both of you hurt me so bad. You were supposed to be there for me the most but what did you do. You completely disregarded my feelings and fucked my best friend." I was teetering on hysterical once again.

"Babe listen, I really did not mean to hook up with her. She was at this party that I went to, and she came up and started fussing at me, so the only way I knew to shut her up was to kiss her. We were both drunk, and one thing lead to another. I woke up the next morning and I could not believe what I had done."

"I do not care if you were drunk you knew who she was, and you knew you were dating me."

"Baby, please I just want this to be forgotten."

"No, I do not think so lets just go back home I really do not feel like being here anymore."

"Fine."

He listened to me and we wen't back to his house. He made up some excuse why we had to go back so soon and we had to pack back up. While I was sleeping the maids had unpacked for us. I wished they hadn't it was a lot of stuff. We decided to wait till the morning to leave since it was so late and after dinner we went to bed.

Damian actually thought that he would be sleeping in the same room with me. I quickly told him no, he would have to sleep in the guest room. He walked away looking sad, but I did not care. That's what he gets for being stupid.  I was not going to feel bad for him.  He brought this upon himself and he deserved what he got.

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