There she was holding my hand in the back seat of her Honda. Her very small sweaty hand, laced with my very big sweaty hand. Her mother was driving as we listened to the latest For King and Country song. I knew she was pissed at me, Only the Lord knew why though. We had just gotten finished helping her mother's friend with some yard work. I mean I had barely even talked to her today. She was working on one side of the yard, and I was working on the complete other side. I didn't understand how I made her mad or even what I did to make her mad. Then again she was always mad at me for some odd reason. Whether it was cause I said something I wasn't supposed to, or didn't listen when I was supposed to, or laugh at her joke hard enough. (Yes, we had a real argument over that.) I was just tired of all the arguing, but I never said anything to her about it. I just sat there in the back of her family's white Honda as she held my hand and cussed me out in her mind. Her mom knew she was mad and why she was mad, but heck if I knew. I was just so tired of the arguments but I never had the balls to tell her that. I let her take my heart and lock it down so much that she could treat me however she wanted and got away with it. We had now been about 5 months in and I was so confused on why I even fell for this girl, to be completely honest. I just wanted to look her in the eyes and say "Rosie, you know what? I'm done letting you control me and my happiness so either let it go, or let me go." If I said that though, I might as well open the car door and let her push me out onto the freeway.
The next few days we didn't talk. No texts, no phone calls, no FaceTiming or anything. She was just mad at me and didn't want to let that go. It hurt for me because once you start spending everyday with a person, start spending time with their family, start interacting with their everyday life, Then all of a sudden just up and leave, or in my case get kicked out. You start wondering, what are they doing without me there? Are they having more fun without me there? No matter how much I didn't think Rosie and I should've been together, I still always wanted to be needed. I wanted Rosie to need me I guess. Saying that out loud kind of sounds selfish I guess, but I guess I just liked being depended on and needed.
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I was working another late night at Perkins Restaurant and Bakery. I was the host there. The job wasn't too complicated, people came in, I sat them down at a table somewhere. The restaurant was dead and I was sitting there scrolling through my Instagram feed, when all of sudden I heard the door open. I jumped up ready to sit someone down, then I saw Rosie's smiling, mischievous face get closer as she walked closer. "Can we talk for a second, outside?" She said smiling brighter. If I hadn't known any better I thought she was about to break up with me. I looked over at my Manager Bridgette "Hey, can I step out for a minute? I promise I won't be long." I said barely containing the feelings I had flowing through my whole body. "Dude, does it look like we're busy?" She asked laughing. "More importantly, does it look like I care?" She said laughing harder as she put a few French fries in her mouth.
I slowly made my way out the from door and listened to the bell ring from inside the restaurant. As soon as I stepped outside I was quickly pushed against the wall and I felt her lips press against mine. I had no clue why she was even kissing me right now. We had kissed many times before, but never like this. It was almost like she wanted something from me. Like I had something that she needed, and I that feeling of me being needed was back and it felt good. "I miss you Brandon." I heard her say as she pulled away from me. "What do you mean you miss me?" I ask taking a step back myself and feeling a bit offended. "I never gave you anything to miss. I was the one calling you, texting you, snap chatting you, face timing you. I was the one who seemed to be hurt the most, and I didn't do anything wrong, so you missing me is your fault not mine. I was always here and I always have been." I say putting my hand on the door getting ready to walk back into the restaurant. "I'm sorry Brandon, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just want us to go back to how we were before." She said grabbing my hand. It was at this moment that I realized that I had so much resentment and anger built up towards Rosie and it wasn't even her fault. I resented her because she wasn't the woman I had been praying for my whole life. I resented her because I knew and She knew that she wasn't the woman I wanted to start a family with and buy my first home with and build generations with. All those things, were not her problem. It was my fault that I kept this going even after I knew she wasn't the future Mrs Brandon Wolf.
The days got quicker and crazier as the next month and a half strolled by. I just wanted to find the woman that I wanted to be with and the woman I wanted to have Four little kids with. The woman I wanted to provide for and love on for the rest of my life. I just wanted to find the woman that could love me in her own specific way. I wanted to find Kaylee Grace and I had no clue where she was at and to be frankly honest, that she even existed.
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