Riggins

Chapter Eleven

I laid in bed the next morning and I felt like my whole body ached. It wasn't from walking home. It was from the heartache that had spread over my body. I kept waiting for it all to go numb, but it wouldn't. I couldn't stop the pain that I felt.

I loved Tim. Even after what I saw. He was my person, but he hurt me. I didn't know what to do. Part of felt stupid for not slapping Vicky right there, but I was never much of a fighter when I was drunk.

I don't think I moved much from my bed that day. I couldn't. I wouldn't. My kept coming in and out, checking on me like a good mom. Or at least I thought.

After a small nap I woke up to my room smelling much fresher than before. I rolled over to see flowers spread across one side of my room. I willed myself to finally get up.

There were so many kinds of flowers. Roses, Daisy's, Lilly's, Dahlia's, they were all so beautiful. Majority of the flowers were in a shade of purple; my favorite. It was breath taking truthfully, but why would my mom bring so many? She knew I was sad, but this wasn't like her.

I picked up a small card next to a bouquet and my body froze once more.

'Ally Rae, I'm so sorry. Nothing happened last night like you think. Please let me explain myself. You're the love of my life I can't lose you. Love, Tim'

All of them had notes on them with pretty much the same letter. My body started to go numb after reading them all. He sent me at least 20 bouquets to apologize. I don't think I've seen Matt give Julie no more than 2. I must be special right?

I got myself together and put on some new clothes thinking over in my head what I was going to say. Should I even say anything? I mean he's the one who has the explaining to do. And he wants to according to all the cards.

I got in my car and drove to Tim's house as my mind raced. No matter how broken I was my heart still seemed to flutter when I pulled up to his house.

I knocked on the door and waited and waited until I heard a loud groan from behind the door. I opened it up to see Tim laying on the ground. The usually pile of beer cans scattered on the coffee table.

"Tim," my voice cracked having been the first time I spoke today.

His head shot up faster than I could have imagined.

"Rae," he slurred.

He was drunk.

"Tim, what are you doing?" I asked moving towards him.

He crawled over to me and sat on his knees in front of me and for the first time in my life I watched him cry.

I slide down on my knees in front of him and cupped his cheek, "I'm supposed to be the crying one."

He nodded, "I hurt you, but I didn't mean too. I didn't even try too. It was all the stupid sluts fault. She wouldn't back off."

I rubbed his cheek as he continued.

"I went to the room and threw up in that bathroom, I had gotten a lot on my shirt so I took it off. When I came out she was sitting on the bed staring at me. I don't even remember what the hell she said, but she just kept getting closer and closer and suddenly I was against the wall."

I cringed remembering that image.

"Then I saw you and my heart," he started crying harder and I moved closer to him until he wrapped his arms around me pulling me against his body.

"Don't leave me," he cried.

"Tim," I cooed running my fingers through his hair.

"Everyone leaves me."

The pain in his eyes was to much for me. I started to cry along with him. Tim thought I was leaving him. No matter how upset I was, leaving him hadn't crossed my mind, but that's all he knew.

I leaned down and kissed his head softly whispering, "I'll never leave you."

He squeezed me closer into my words as I continued to run my fingers through his hair.

Tim was my person through the good and the bad. I was never going to leave him.