More Than Enough ⚀ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15 The Truth (Torn)

Brad p.o.v.***
Things between Alisha and I had been going great. Lately I had been doing a lot of thinking. I felt as though it was wrong of me not to tell her how we really met the first time. I decided to have dinner at her house and explain everything to her. I just hoped she wouldn't be mad.

I called Alisha and told her I would be there in a few minutes with dinner. She agreed.

When I got there I saw a car in the yard. I wondered who it could be. I sat in the car with my window cracked for a minute to see if somebody was going to come out. Scrolling through my phone the sound of a male laughing caught my attention. I lifted my head up and it was him. Anthony was walking out of Alisha's house smiling from ear to ear. Everything in me wanted to run him over but I refrained from doing so. I watched as he hugged her seductively. My nose turned up and it felt like fire was blowing through my ears, mouth, and nose. I was heated. Finally, he got in his car and sped off.

I pulled into the parking garage. Upset and angry I stormed into the house with some take out Chinese food. As I walked to the kitchen I called out for Alisha. She came running to the kitchen with some little bitty shorts on and a tank top.

Who was that that just left? "Oh baby that was Anthony." Did you have that on while he was here? "Uhm yes, why?" I don't feel like that's appropriate to wear around dude. Honestly, I can tell that he like you or something. "Brad are you serious right now?" She was mad that I mentioned that, but I knew what I was talking about. He wantd her and he wasn't going to stop trying to get her.

"Anyway what did you want to talk about?" I stood there fixing our plates of food. After I was done we walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. Alisha listen, I wanted to be completely honest with you, but I also don't want you to hate me. She looked confused, but I continued. Before your accident w-we were seeing each other. "Huh," she said. We met at the hospital a month or so prior to your accident. I was there for a friend of mine and you were there for Anthony I believe. We met on the walk to the restroom. We started hanging out and chilling. Our favorite spot to go to was Dairy Queen. She swallowed hard. "Were we intimate?" My head dropped. Yes, we were intimate. Flashbacks must have filled her head. Her eyes got big as she looked into my eyes. "Your eyes, your voice," she mumbled as she began to cry. I tried to console her and she jecked away. "It was you? The strange voice I heard when I was in the coma. Why didn't you tell me Brad? How could you lead me on like this with me not knowing we were already messing around." I knew you didn't remember and I didn't want to risk losing you or not having you at all. I know it was kind of selfish of me and I'm sorry. "Kind of selfish? It was totally selfish. Even if I didn't remember, you could have still told me." I tried to hold her. I kissed her tears and her lips, but she wouldn't respond to me. "Just leave please." I watched as she bald her self up on the sofa. I bent down to kiss her and I headed out the door.

I expected her to be upset, but I didn't expect her to blow up like she did. My intentions were good. I just wanted her to be mine.

Days went by and she didn't text or call. I called, texted, emailed, and left her voicemails. I sent flowers and cards to prove that I was truly sorry. Still she didn't respond.

Once again my focus was on work. I had a meeting today and in the meeting I found out that my business partner wanted us to host a ball for a charity event three weeks from now. Hearing that immediately made me think about Alisha. I wanted her to go with me. This time I didn't have a plan. I was just going to call and ask her to go with me.

I called and mentioned the event to Alisha once again since the date was approaching. I asked her if she would go with me to the event. I didn't tell her much about it except the fact that it was job related. The first time I talked about it was maybe three weeks ago. Basically, she declined then and it sounded as if she was declining now.  I supposed she was still upset about everything that happened. It didn't matter because she was going with me.