I remember when my life used to be easy. Before Angela cheated, hell, before I was even out of school.
It was so easy, the only worry I had was if I got a good grade on my test the next day. Or if my clothes matched. But it all seemed to change. Now, I have the thought of Angela always lingering on my mind. I have a baby now, that I didn't know about till a few hours before now.
I seem to never know what I'm doing anymore. I used to be able to think through a situation, figure out what to do. But now, oh god, not so much. My brain just stops, my heart making the decisions. The fact that things wont end well hit's me minutes after I do the damage.
"Mr. Hills?" A deep voice shook me out of my thoughts and to the doctor standing in front of me.
"Angela was wondering where you were. Would you like me to tell her that you're here" he asked.
"No" I said, barely letting him finish the sentence, "Not now, I'll, uhm, I'm stopping by real quick."
She can't know I'm here. Not if I'm not sure if I'm going to even go to her room. I cant get her hopes up like that.
"Alright. Is there anything that you need" he asked me, concern and worry lacing through his voice.
"No, I'm, alright. Just a few things on my mind."
After Angela, I learned that saying 'I'm fine' gets more attention then what you mean to let through.
"Well" Dr. Dawson started, "If you ever need to talk, come and find me."
I nodded my head and walked past him and towards Angela's room.
What am I doing here? I can't do this. Not to me or to her. This isn't right.
But I have to go to her.
But what do I say? What do I do?
Do I just go in there "Hey Angela... What's upppppppp?"
God what do I do. If you're real, please, what do I do?
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~~Angela's P.O.V~~
Falling asleep in a hospital room isn't easy. The lights are too bright, the windows too open. The bed is not comfortable. It's hard to sleep on your side, and I'm a side sleeper. I can barely even move without being in pain. So when I woke up after finally falling asleep, I wasn't happy.
"Justin? What are you doing" I ask him. Justin is currently pacing around my room, mumbling shit about "what am I doing" and "God I hate this".
"I hate you so much" he says, finally stopping.
"I know" I mutter, looking down at my entwined hands.
All of a sudden, I tasted the familiar taste of mint on my lips. The familiar plumpness. I felt complete ecstasy, remembering all the times I've felt him.
But it all went away, remembering our current situation.
I have a son, taking a nap in a crib not even 5 feet away. He has a girlfriend. A beautiful, smart girl who is 10 times better than me.
I pushed Justin away in surprise, the kiss lasting no longer than 10 seconds.
"Are you crazy" I whisper yelled.
"I don't know anymore" He said, staring at my lips "You drive me crazy."
I stared at him, my eyes trailing down to his lips.
It was then I realized, for the second time, I love this man, I need him in my life. I missed how he held me and make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.
"Please Justin. Give me another chance."
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~It's been a while.
I'm soooo sorry it took me a while. Writers block sucks, and I'm a hardcore procrastinator. Yikes.
But, now that I figured out how to make this work right (thanks to catsacoolgirl )
I'll be working on the next chapter now.
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