Chapter 29

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"Delilah. Please answer the phone. This is crazy. We're leaving for Arizona in a week. I'm sorry, just come back" I leave another voicemail on her phone, that's the 5th one and it's been 3 days. She refuses to text me or call me.
The way she's acting isn't fair, I'm I sorry that I didn't tell her about Caroline in the first place? Yes very. But I told her and that's all that matters.
She had a bit of a right to be mad but not this mad, not storm out for 3 days mad. It's not like I cheated on her. I...I just didn't tell her about someone I was with nearly 5 years ago.
The truth behind the whole thing is, when I first started working there 5 years ago, I met Caroline and we hit it off, we talked for a while and one night I took her out on a date, we got a little buzzed and went back to my place and had sex but I didn't feel anything towards her. It wasn't making love like when I'm with Delilah, it was just sex. The next day at work I confronted Caroline and told her I didn't feel any connection, although she didn't feel the same, she told me it was okay and we agreed to be friends. That's it. I still don't like Caroline and I never will. Why can't Delilah realize that?

I finish packing up all the dishes when Delilah walks in, she looks sad. She looks up at me and pushes a piece of her hair behind her ear in an innocent way, her big blues staring up at me.
"Brendon, I'm sorry for leaving like that. I was talking to Ashley and she said that I was being ridiculous. So you had sex with Caroline once, before you met me...I'm sorry for being so immature about it." She shakes her head. I walk up to her and hug her tight.
"It's okay." I kiss her head.
"It's just...sometimes I get this feeling you'll leave me cause I'm too young for you. I mean, what if we go to Arizona and you find someone older and you fall in love with her?" She explains, looking up at me.
"Delilah you silly girl. I have never and will never feel a love like this again. Okay? You and I are meant to be and that's just how the story goes. No one will ever replace you" I pause. "Look at me" I order and she does. "I love you so much" I peck her lips softly.
"I love you too" she hums and pulls from my embrace. "Now let's finish packing" she smiles at me and we get to work.

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