Till The End Of Time

Chp. 21

Tommie's P.O.V:
I knew it was going to catch up to me, I just didn't think this soon. I already know whose behind telling her, Mike, and I'm not even mad about it either. It's my fault I should've told her, besides what's the point of being mad at Mike and trying to get back at him when all that matters is Cook?
I've called and texted, shit I even left a couple drunk voicemails, but it's been 3 weeks, that's 1 muthafuckin month since I last seen her.
I just want her to know how much I love her, and that if I could take it all back in a heart beat, I would.
"... you reached the voicemail of Cookie"
"Uh hey Cook... it's Tommie... again. Listen I'm truly sorry for everything. And I have so much I need to tell you that has to do with your father.. just please, please call me back."
I don't think she'll want to reconcile with me, but atleast she'll hear me out.
-Ring Ring-
"...hello?"
"Tommie?"
"Mike?"
"Yea, uh we gotta situation"
"How the fuck is that my problem?"
"Just trust me your going to want to know"
"Trust you?"
"Can you just be at my house in 5 nigga or what?"
I hung up.
Fuck him and that got damn attitude.
I decided to go to Mikes.. it could be important,  but not when he wanted me to I came later. On my way driving to Mikes I drove past Cookies, I wanted to do a stop but the girl made it clear to me she wanted nothing to do with me.
When I arrived at Mikes he allowed me in and I just went to sit on the couch. No words were spoken and I just looked at him like 'why the fuck am I here'
".. so what is the problem?" I spoke in a harsh blunt tone.
"So you still out?"
"Why the fuck would you even ask me that?"
"I thought you might've came to your senses"
"Psh come to my senses?" I scoffed
"... i did come to my senses and like I said before I'm out the game Mike"
"You lost Cookie already, so what's the point now?"
"I lost many things And nigga this ain't one of em"
I said while looking him up and down
"You so fucken dumb"
"I'm dumb yet you still the one tryna push illegal drugs"
He stood up
"We ain't made this far for you to bitch out now nigga, so you either comin back or else"
"Or else what mike?"
He just let out a chuckle
"Just get it together & you got nothin' to trip off of"
I got up and started walking out "man fuck this"
Then mike came yelling,
"Don't turn yo fucking back on me nigga!"
He turned me around then I punched him in the face
He fell back a couple inches then felt on his jaw in shock.
"Mutha.." he then came at me and me pushed me into the wall and I flew back, but quickly got up and we started fighting. It's hard to say who whooped who cause we was both gettin licks on each other.

Cookie's P.O.V:
I was coming home from some job interviews, my bills are really starting to pile up, leaving Tommie was necessary but I didn't think it all through.
Anyways, as I was pulling in I noticed a car in my driveway, it was Tommies.
I'm not even shocked, I mean I am because he been blowing up my phone, and he's barely here. I guess I just expected for him to throw himself at me sooner.
I'm not happy to see him though, 3 weeks later and he just expects me to be completely healed?
Everything is still fresh in my mind, replaying the scenarios in my head makes me shake of anger. But soon after sadness and heartache just takes over and stays. I even thought about suicide a couple times, but I can't draw myself to do it. And I know my dad wouldn't want that for me.
I already feel like a walking dead woman, everything is dead inside. I don't understand my point in living when I would rather be out my sweet calm misery. But I guess the strong survive.
I got out my car slowly making my way to Tommie trying to gather my thoughts, but when I got to Tommie all I could do is look at him with a stale pitiful face.
Tommie looks me in my eyes, and as much as I try not to read him since he like a stranger, I couldn't resist.
He looked pretty banged up. He has dry blood on the bottom of his nose, busted lip, side of his face was slightly bruised, and his knuckles looked like he punched a tree.
His eyes look tired and I could tell he either been crying or hasn't slept in days, but probably crying. Tommie could get real emotional when he cares about something. That's something I use to love about him.
Having him stare at me grew awkward so I broke the silence.
"What are you doing here?" I asked softly
"I was just in the neighborhood... thought I stop by"
"Oh forreal?"
"Yea"
"How long have you been here?"
"Bout 2 hours"
"Well what happened to your face?"
"I got into a fight" he lowered his eyes.
I hate to say it, i really do but I still do care for Tommie. And as much as I want to fuck him up, I can see the pain in his eyes and I know he can see it in mine.
I sat down next to him but not too close putting my arms on my knees.
"Who'd you get into a fight with?"
"Mike.." he said in a whisper
"Why"
He gave me this 'you know why' look and I just lowered my eyes and sighed.
"Look cook.. Im truly sorry. And I know last time you ain't want to hear it, but I think you should. I never wanted to hurt you and quite frankly I didn't tell you cuz I knew I would lose you, but please hear me out.. even if you still hate me after"
I took a long deep sigh in and really thought about what he said before I answered.
Am I really ready for this?
How do I know he's even going to tell the truth?
I never got closure to my father's death, and Tommie could potentially be that closure.
Yes, I care about Tommie deeply, but what he did isn't something you forgive and forget in an instant. I'll be able to forgive Tommie but I'll never forget nor is there any guarantee I'll ever love and look at him the same way as I used to, and I don't even know if I want to.
But I think the main important thing for me right now is to know what happened to my father, to help find clarity throughout all this mess despite my feelings towards Tommie at the moment.
"Alright... come on in"