The End Where I Begin (Book Four of the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 37

What the hell is he doing here?

I can feel my mouth moving, trying to form words. But my mind is blank. I can't even think of something to say to him. What the hell do you say to the man that walked out of your life when you needed him the most?

His hands are shoved into his pockets, trying to keep the snow that falls from freezing his fingers. His nose is red from the cold, cheeks flushed to match. Why didn't he wear a hat? I can see him shivering as he stands there awkwardly, waiting to be let in. But I can't move. I'm completely numb...

“Hey."

That's it? After all this time, months and months apart, not hearing anything from him...all he has to say for himself is 'hey'? You've got to be fucking kidding me?

My vision goes red. I feel my mouth twist into a snarl and my eyes turn into hateful slits. Fuck this.

I slam the door shut, seeing his eyes widen with shock before it closes. I hear Mark shouting something, but I don't give a shit. I storm off into the kitchen, trying to find something, anything, to calm me down. My hand shakes with adrenaline as I try to fill a glass with water. I'm not thirsty, but I need to cool down.

“So that's how you're going to greet me, is it?”

I clench my jaw with rage, fighting every instinct I have to just fly at him. Why did Mark let him in? Why the fuck is this happening?

“I come all the way here just to see you, and you slam the door in my face? Really, Em? Is that how we're going to play this game? Are you really that...”

“Why the fuck are you even here?!” I scream, losing my cool completely.

As I spin around, I see them both stood there. Side by side. My husband and my boyfriend, sharing a look of complete shock at my outburst.

“What...” I hear Glen start.

“You heard me! Why are you here?!”

“I...I've come home...”

“Home?!” My temper goes even more out of control and before I know it, I'm right up in his face. “You think that you have the right to abandon your wife, who's pregnant with you twins, and then come swanning back in here declaring that you've 'come home'?!”

“Well...”

“No one wants you here! You're not welcome! Get the fuck out! Run away like the coward that you are!”

I can see the confusion and hurt etched into his face. But through my anger, I can't register it properly. He left me. I moved on. He can't just come back like this. I won't let him.

Suddenly, anger flashes in his eyes.

“Are you fucking serious?!” he shouts. “I've come all this way just for you! I bought the fastest fucking tickets to get to you as quick as I could! Left everything I had behind just to get here! And you're telling me that I did it for nothing?!”

“I don't know why you're here, Glen! I certainly don't want you here!”

“What d'you mean you don't want me here?!”

“What part of 'I don't want you here' can't you get through that thick skull of yours? I don't want you here! So get out!”

“So why the fuck do I get a phone-call in the middle of the night, begging me to come home then?! Why is Mark sobbing at me down the fucking phone, telling me that you've changed your mind and that you need me back?! That you've come to your senses and want me back in your life?! That you're still in love with me?! Explain that!”