It's Over, Isn't It?

Part 5

     Josh came into my room with fury just dripping off his face. I furrowed my brows, not only confused but already ready to yell at him. "What did I do now?" I sat up looking at him bored already. He's so predictable. "You did something, Rose is upset!" He yelled in my face. I rolled my eyes. "So? What does it have to do with me? I haven't talked to her in like three days." He got in my face. "You're the one who's always making her unhappy. She always complains how you drink too much and then drive. You're the kind of people that end up killing your parents. You can't make her happy like I do." He smirks and then adds. "She'll never love a dyke like you." Before he even finished, I got up and punched him right in the face. "Shut the fuck up, you fucking bastard. She should have never met you. I wish you would fucking die." He was covering his eye. "You fucking cunt!" I stared at my fist in shock. I didn't mean to. 'Oh fuck. Rose is gonna kill me.' I thought. "Rose is really not gonna like you after I tell her this." He ran off as I tried to stop him but he was a lot heavier than me and plowed through me. He slammed the door behind him. What will Rose say? I just gave her fiance a black eye. I buried my face in my hands.

I sat at the bar as I stared at the six missed calls and twenty-five texts from Rose. The last one was asking where I was. I answered about my whereabouts and ignored everything else. I drank my beer as I sat by myself. About thirty minutes later, an angry Rose came storming into the bar. "What the hell were you thinking?" She yelled at me as a few people stared at us. "Can you keep your voice down? People are staring." I said quietly to her. She looked around at the people staring which turned quickly when they were caught. "I don't give a fuck who is staring. Why the hell did you punch him?" She sat down, staring at me angrily. "He called me a dyke." I looked down. Her expression turned from angry to sad. "He wouldn't do that." I looked up at her. "But he did. I'm sorry Rose that I always drink." I tried to wipe the tears away as quickly as they were coming. "What do you mean Robyn?" She gently put her hand on my shoulder. "He said that you got upset about me always drinking and then driving. He said I was the kind of people that cause the deaths of good people like my parents." I said, sniffling. "Oh my god, Robyn. No, it couldn't have been him," She sounded so torn. She wanted to believe me but this was her fiance I was talking about. "It was, though. He said that to me. I wouldn't have punched him if I didn't." I looked up at her. She looked back at me with her emerald green eyes. She hugged me tightly. "Let's go back to your place. We can watch a movie. After what you told me I don't want to go home to Josh. Could I spend the night?" I smiled at her. "Of course. You haven't spent the night at my place in forever." We drove our cars back to my place.

Rose picked out a movie as I got a bottle of wine ready with two glasses. I also got some popcorn ready for us. She cuddled up to me as the movie started. I sighed happily. This is how I wanted it for the rest of my life. I just wish I could call Rose my lover. By the time the movie was finished we were both shit-faced. We both clumsily walked our way to my bedroom. We fell into the bed together. I stared at her as she stared back. A goofy drunk smile on her face. I kissed her. She didn't push away, though, she kissed back. I pulled away as she giggled. She kissed me again. Even through my drunkenness, I knew she didn't mean it. She was drunk and it meant nothing to her. But I meant it. I wanted that kiss to happen for so long. She cuddled up to me. Even though I was so happy that she was showing me affection, it broke my heart. In the morning she would be back to normal and we would just be best friends. We wouldn't kiss. She would kiss Josh and most likely forgive him for saying those things to me. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Damn me for being so emotional. But can you blame me? The only person that I ever truly loved was marrying a man that I didn't even like.