Regrets

Chapter Fifteen

Laying in bed alone, which is my morning routine nowadays, my mind starts to wander. It usually does, but this morning I'm thinking about Colton. I miss him like crazy. It's been months since his death and I can't find a way to forget about him. Vincent's great, but I really need my best friend. I throw the covers off me and slowly sit up. For once, I'm actually clothed this morning. Vincent is in Africa for a mission trip. He's helping out at the hospital there. James is at work now, but at night he usually goes out and gets drunk, I only see him maybe an hour a day. It's funny how I don't miss Vincent when he's gone. Maybe I'm just too caught up with Colton. Or maybe I just don't like him anymore. He seems too good to be true. He's rich, sweet, extremely handsome, talented, smart, and very good in bed. Like damn. But then he has his bad side. When Vincent's really drunk, usually after whiskey shots, he's becomes a jackass. Those are usually the nights I turn him down when his breath wreaks of hard liquor and he's whispering demeaningly perverted things in my ear. Everyone has their flaws I guess.

Colton had his anger issues. I was honestly scared of him at times. I knew he wouldn't hurt me physically though. Not on purpose. He's protected me through it all. When me and him were at some dance club and a guy was hitting on me and touching my ass, Colton stepped in and punched the guy. He spent the night in jail, but he said I was worth it. We just laughed it off and continued to tear up the town. That's how best friends are supposed to be.

My phone that Vincent got me starts buzzing and shakes me out of my daydream. It's Vincent. Considering is nine in the morning here, it's about four or five there, thats when he gets off his shift for a bit.

"Hello?" I answer it.

"Hey babe. Sleep well?" Vincent's cheery voice slurs on the other end.

"Great. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, my buddies and I are actually back in the states now. At a bar down in Miami."

"You aren't supposed to be back for another week." I protest.

"Yeah, babe, I know. I'll be home in a few day though!" He exclaims.

I can tell he's drinking, he promised me he lay back but I know in Miami, thats easy to say but hard to do.

"Alright well I won't keep you from your friends." I say, reluctantly.

"Naw, darling you're no trouble. I actually really miss you." He confides.

"I miss you too," lie or the truth?

"When I get home, we're going to have a big date night. Okay baby? Just you and me. How's James?"

I giggle slightly, "Okay, babe. And he's good I think. Never really home though. He goes to work, comes home and changes before going out." I play with the hem of the blanket while I speak.

There's a really loud thud and then some cheers coming from the receiver. "Oh damn. I have to go, Taylor." Vincent laughs. "Call you later." And he hangs up.

I put the phone down and sit with my head in my hands. I don't know what it is, but I guess I do miss Vincent. I don't realize it until I hear his voice. I am a little mad he's drinking though.

I hear the front door open and close and the sound of keys being slammed on the table. I get up and walk out of the bedroom to find a very pissed James.

"Whats wrong?" I ask.

"I got the fucking sack, thats what. They fucking fired me." He yells.

I bite my nails and just stand there watching James fumble around in the kitchen drawers.

"What're you looking for?"

"Bottle opener." He spits.

I walk over to the table and pick the metal off the top. I clear my throat and he turns around. His eyes get wide and he snatches it away from me, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.