Meeting My Love

Chap 12

Teri P.O.V

I sat on my bed. My body wrapped thanks to my friend Lasley.

I shut off my alarm and silently wished that Sherri was next to me.

But it's fine I'll see her today. I know. I know I put her in a messed up position.

But I had to know. Know that she was still in love with me. Knowing that they're was still a chance to get her back.

I put on a shirt that pushed my wrap in because it felt nice belief it or not. I put on some skinny jeans, and my tennis shoes. I'm really not feeling it today.

I called Sherri. It went straight to voicemail. Maybe she's already there because of ole boy.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Gargling just in case we had a repeat of yesterday.

I put my Aviators on and put some gum in my mouth. I grabbed my belongs and headed for the door.

I jumped in the car and drove towards set. As soon as I opened the door my mood dropped. Something wasn't right.

I walked into the room and everyone was there except Sherri.

Surprisingly everyone spoke. Probably just pity though.

After speaking back I sat down. Peter kept looking at me. Oh well.

We waited and waited for Sherri but she never came. I kept playing with her house key on my key chain.

Somethings up. It was my line and I looked up. "Peter where's Sherri?"

He looked up slyly. "I don't know."

"You wanna lie again?" I asked.

He sighed. "Teri don't start."

I looked at his face. He had a hickey on his neck. Wasn't Sherri. Trust me. I got down with this lady. She left me full of hickeys and it wasn't in the shape of Sherri's lips.

I stood up and put my glasses on. "I'm going to her house."

Cierra and Maia jumped up. "Can we come?" They asked at the same time.

I had a feeling that I couldn't explain. "Umm. Not this round. Something isn't right. And since Peter doesn't want to tell me, I'll go over there and find out for myself."

Peter jumped up and slammed his hands on the table. "She's fine! Okay! I cheated on her! Slept with another woman! It was a accident-"

David cut him off. "Nah cheating is not a accident. It's a choice. It's a decision. It's a mistake. But accident it could never be."

I sighed. "Come on Peter. I messed up and you messed up and you think it's going to all be happy go lucky the next day? I kissed Sherri yesterday. I sure did. In the hallway. And she pulled back saying that we couldn't because she was dedicated to you and only you. You Peter! Not anyone else but you! I don't understand that. I let you have her. I let you fix her heart. Or at least try to fix her heart. Seems like you got the hammer and shattered the part I had only cracked. That's a good woman out there, and in truth none of us deserve her. But we can't keep doing this to her."

Peter sat quietly. I walked out and walked to my car. I drove to Sherri's house and when I got there I saw her car.

I walked to the door and knocked. "It's Polo!"

I hope she's okay. Please let her be okay. I wouldn't be able to function if shes not okay.

I looked threw the glass door and saw glass everywhere and her 5 level shelf stood no more. Only as a distant memory.

I looked closer and saw blood on the glass. Oh god. I knocked. "Sherri it's Teri! Sweetie just open the door. Are you okay?"

I kept knocking and ringing the door bell.

I gave up and put the key in the door. I hate using keys on other people's doors but I'm worried.

I opened the door. "Sher! It's Polo."

I walked in immediately stepping on glass and smelling smoke. Sherri doesn't smoke. I closed the door locking it.

I walked to the kitchen and they're lying there looking lifeless sat Sherri. With a Vodka bottle in her hand, a cigarette tray next to her, and dried tears on her face. Her curls were everywhere barely allowing me access to see her face.

I spoke. "Sherri baby what did you do?"

I picked her head up and she was out cold. She still had a strong pusle. Her phone was sitting next to her. Her arms had dried blood on them as did her feet.

I picked her up and she was still unconscious. I picked her up bridal style and couldn't help but remember old times.

I laid her on her bed and went and started her some water. I undressed her and put her into it. I started bathing her combing threw her tangled curls and getting the dried blood off.

She still wasn't awake. I got her out the tub and dried her off. I put her in her pajama shorts and tank top. I wrapped her feet and arms. Not to mention the pain shooting threw my body while doing so.

I put her back into the bed and put her under the covers. I walked to her restroom and grabbed some Aspirin and filled a glass of water and sat it by her bed on her desk lamp.

I went downstairs and put her phone on the charger and threw away all the cigarettes I saw. I threw away the Vodka. I began to sweep the glass up. I soon had it all cleaned and had the pictures, which frames she broke in a pile.

I went upstairs and got behind her after taking off my shoes.

I wrapped my arms around her waist like I always do. I cuddled into her neck and put my face in the curls.

What was she thinking?

Why would she drink so much of that? Or smoke any of that?

She's so low right now. I just hope she'll let try and fix this.

I have to fix this.