Chapter 33

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Author's Note: Another big chapter. This is what happens when I have coffee and I get an idea in my head. Don't worry my loves, Norman and Rae aren't getting back together :P! They have to have turmoil. It makes a relationship. Besides my story would be ending soon if they did! I don't see an ending in sight, yet. If Theycallmerae had her way it would be a story that never ended. I'd be 100 years old and still writing it. Lol thank you to Theycallmerae for pushing me to write this chapter! I know you don't like the number three so I will be working on 34 soon! Thank you _samalmightyx for commenting on the last two chapters, although they flagged the one because it had a curse word in it! Stupid thing, lol. Once again here you go!

Norman's POV

I kept looking at the closet that looked empty without her dresses hanging up and her shoes laid in the organizer on the floor. The drawers were somewhat open and I could see a pair of my pants hanging out a bit and it hit me hard that she really had moved out. I swallowed around the lump in my throat and curled my fingers together with tears in my eyes. I had pushed her away and I didn't mean to, honestly. I was scared, confused and didn't know if I could have a kid again. Mingus was reaching legal age and I thought I was done. My eyes closed and I rubbed my temples and chewed on my bottom lip. I needed to talk to someone and I knew who I wanted to talk to. I grabbed my phone and began to tap on the screen, writing out a text and getting up from the bed. My sweatpants hung low as I went towards my drawers and pulled out a pair of black pants and pulled them on, tossing my sweatpants into the hamper. I moved to grab a shirt and pulled it on. I ran my fingers through my messy hair and figured that had to do.

Once I was ready, I grabbed the keys to my bike and headed towards the destination that I told the person to meet me at. I just hoped that they would be able to meet me. I sped through traffic and parked outside one of my favorite bars, the smell of cigarette smoke leaking towards me from the smokers standing outside. I parked my bike and kicked the kickstand down, making sure that it was going to stay up before I walked into the bar. The sound of chatter filled my ears along with the sound of the mugs crashing against the table or clinking together. The sound of pool balls hitting each other also met my ears and I smiled seeing that the person had beat me here. She leaned over the table, the pool stick balanced on her thumb as she moved the stick gently back and forth before striking the cue ball and sending it into the solid blue ball, sending it straight for the corner pocket. A middle aged man stood on the side a dark look on his face as he stopped leaning against his pool stick and laid money on the table. I smirked because I knew she was smart and a pool shark but sometimes she loved to play dumb and prey on those that are hardly ever there.

She grabbed the money and pocketed them into her skinny jeans giving him the peace sign and putting her pool stick back on the rack. She swayed her hips as she headed towards the bar and I followed her, guessing she didn't see me come in. I sat down next to her and asked for a Jack and Coke and I saw her turn towards me and a smile spread on her face, "My my my look what the cat dragged in." She joked with me and I shook my head with a chuckle, it was always the greeting I got when I had asked her to meet with me. "What's on your mind this time?" I sighed and sipped the drink that the bar tender had slid in front of me. I looked to the glass of dark liquid but could taste the alcohol that was mixed with it. "I am confused, don't know what to do and pushed probably the only person that ever really loved me away." I told her all of this but I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes. She literally knew me, with how long we had been friends for. I had met her one day while riding my bike through North Carolina, from there we had become good friends and slowly she had become someone I could really talk to.

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