It was finally morning, and I had gotten around two hours sleep. The thought of getting out of bed was excruciatingly painful, especially knowing that I'd have to confront Brian about everything that I knew. I didn't know where to start, or what my approach would even be. Do I stay calm and hear his side of the story? Or do I go in all guns blazing, not even giving him a chance to explain after his multiple failed attempts before? Ever since finding out that I was pregnant, I had to really change my way of thinking and dealing with things. Stress was something I have had way too much of whilst being involved with this man, so I needed to deal with this in a way that wasn't going to rile me up even further, no matter how hard keeping that mindset will be when I saw him standing right there in front of me.
After washing and a quick over-priced room service breakfast, I decided to finally muster the courage to leave my room. It was my last day here in Florida either way, so these really were the make or break moments on whether I'd be leaving on okay terms with Brian, or whether I'd never want to see his face ever again.
Getting out of the elevator to Q's floor, I began walking towards his door, when someone began calling my name from behind me.
"Hey" I turned around, greeting Sal.
"You going to talk to him?" He asked.
"I'm going to try my best. It's literally taken me almost half an hour to get to his floor. I'm trying to get myself in a calm frame of mind, but I know as soon as I see him I'll still wanna kill him." I gritted my teeth. Trying to stay calm would probably be the death of me, I could barely even say his name without my blood boiling.
"Not to drag you down, but it doesn't seem to be working for ya" he patted my shoulder as he continued to walk with me. "You want me to come with you?"
"Would you?" I questioned, feeling like that would be the better option, he couldn't try to worm his way out of his lies if we were both there. We both had more than enough proof combined.
"Come on, before you change your mind. You deserve some answers." As we got to his door, my body froze, Sal noticing the change in my body language.
"I don't think I can do this, Sal." I took a step back, but Sal held me near.
"Yes you can, Jess" he said, knocking on the door.
As Q opened the door, the look on his face told me that he hadn't planned on seeing the both of us there together. I don't know whether that was a look of worry, panic or maybe just confusion. But he definitely knew that something was up.
"What's wrong?" He asked, looking between us both.
"Can we come in for a sec?" Sal asked.
"Sure.." He answered, almost hesitantly. I probably wouldn't be all too surprised if he had a girl hidden in there somewhere at this point. "What's with all of this?" He sat on his bed, Sal joining him. I stood before them, wondering how to start this all off. Might as well just spew the truth, right?
"So I met someone last night. Well, kinda" I begun, Q still having no idea where this was going.
"And?"
"A girl named Amy" I replied, not making it clear that I knew. Just clear enough that I had met her. I wanted to see his reaction and what his answer could possibly be.
"You really need to be more clear, Amy's a pretty common name" he answered. Sal began looking down, shaking his head behind Q.
"Cheap amateur porn Amy? At least, that's what the video suggests" I said, holding my phone up. He placed his face into his hands, groaning loudly. As he was about to speak, I cut him off. "Now is that the only video that could potentially come to surface or did you film one when you participated in that threesome, too?" I almost had an element of sass seeping into my voice, but that was always better than coming off as a complete lunatic.
"You know what happened with us, Jess. We..I.. We weren't together"
"That's your excuse?"
"Being single isn't my excuse, it's a fact."
"I don't care whether you were single or not. I care that you lead me on, that you made me believe that this was actually going somewhere, and as soon as you're away you play me out to be the fool. I know for a fact that if I hadn't found out for myself then you would have never even thought about telling me, and that makes me feel like the biggest idiot of all time - cuddling up to a guy every night that can lie so easily to my face, I don't appreciate that at all."
"It's pretty fucked up, Q" Sal added.
"Why are you even here?" Q scolded back towards him.
"Because she's carrying your child, you dope. You're treating her as if she's some hussy from down the block. Look at her, man. Fucking look at her. She's going to be the mother of your child and that's how you respect her? Single or not, you can't treat her like that. You tell her you love her, now call me an idiot but that implies you're all for her. At least that's what we thought"
"She knows I love her"
"Do I though?" I asked, because I was having a hard time believing that right now. You don't do this to someone that you love, not at all. The look on his face when I had questioned that was all that I had wanted.
"Can you leave us to talk?" Q turned towards Sal, who then looked towards me as if he was asking if it was okay, to which I nodded. After he had left, Q patted the spot next to him for me to join him, which I instantly declined. "After you wanted me to leave.. I didn't think there would be another shot for us. I fucked up so many times in these past few months, I didn't think you'd think twice before nipping this in the bud. But now you're here, I feel guilty as hell"
"Guilty enough to beg your friend not to tell me? If you felt that bad about it, you would have been honest in the first place, not try to cover your tracks completely."
"I thought we were done"
"Like how you thought we were done in Chicago, when you fucked some other random? The record gets old, Brian. You can't go jumping into bed with someone else whenever you do something wrong. That's not how a relationship works, you work through it, not throw in the towel at the first opportunity you get."
"I know how a relationship works. And honestly, I don't go around doing that shit when I'm in one. Like I said, we weren't together, and I thought I had screwed over all of my chances with you so I just said fuck it. That's why it was so over the damn top. I had to do something. Something to take my mind off of everything that had happened with you. And being alone, you were the only thing that I could think about, and I couldn't bear that." I sighed, I had arrived at his room not wanting to leave forgiving him so easily. But in a way he was right. Although that didn't make his behavior acceptable in my eyes. And if he were to do such a thing again then I wouldn't even be around to give him even a minute to try to explain himself. "Please, just give me one last chance.?"
