~Luck; a purposeless, unpredictable and uncontrollable force that shapes events favorably or unfavorably~
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Secrets. Passion. Tragedy.
He loved her with everything he was.
She on...
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I pulled in the driveway turning off my car. It's been the second time I went out on my own to the store alone. I have to say it felt good. I know it might not seem like a big deal. But to me it's a step in the right direction of getting past that fear. I'm still looking over my shoulder and paying close attention to my surroundings obviously. There is still that chance he could be lurking around and I'm not putting myself or the baby at risk.
I grabbed my purse and phone stepping out of the car. I made my way to the trunk and took out the few bags I had. Chad will be home later on and I wanted to make a nice dinner to show my appreciation for allowing me to stay here. I'm trying to keep myself busy to not get caught up in my feelings. I never knew heartbreak could be so shattering to ones existence. The night Harry came over and I told him we needed to separate, I cried until I was a shaking, whimpering mess. It was by far the hardest thing I ever had to do in my lifetime. There were a few times I almost gave in and told him he was right, that we can stick through this. Seeing him breakdown was absolute fucking torture on me. I did this for him though, which makes it harder because there's nothing more that I want than to be with him. But the more time I had to think, the more I realized I'm going to just fuck everything up for him. And I refuse to be that girlfriend. Harry has worked so hard for everything he has planned in his career.
I finished putting away the groceries. Sliding my shoes off I went to the spare room and plopped done on the bed. I laid straight back adjusting my spine. I looked down and saw my bump poking through my shirt. I rubbed circles on it. "I'm sorry, baby. I really didn't plan on bringing you into a broken home," I sniffed. "I just love your daddy so, so much and I'm trying to do what's best for him. It's not fair for me to bring him down in my mess." I reached up, wiping away a tear that snuck out. I found a place that I'm moving to, but it's still being remodeled and won't be ready for a week or so. I sat up and took a deep breath. I can do this. I've always been a strong, independent woman.
As I was giving myself a pep talk I heard a knock come from the front door. I came to it peeking through the peephole. What the hell is she doing here? Does Chad know she's here. Most importantly, did he give her the address. I didn't want to answer it just in case she is just under the suspicion he lives here and give away his location to her. "Yolanda, I know you're in there, open up please." I stepped back from the door. I didn't know if I was ready for this confrontation. Plus this is not my home to just allow her in here. "Please, Yolanda. I just want to talk....I miss you."
I pushed my forehead on the door. "How did you know I was here, Niki?"
"I saw you at the store...and I kinda followed you. I'm sorry, but I wanted to talk to you. And you don't have the same number," she said through the door.
"I'm--I don't know if this is a good time. I have so much going on. I can't deal with it right now." My throat tightened up.
"Look, I don't care if you're with Chad now. I'm sorry for everything. I just want my bestfriend back--"
