Two hearts.
Two souls.
One child.
A brave man, working hard to give the best life to his family.
A selfish woman, who hasn't really come to terms to her new reality.
She leaves.
He stays.
What happens when she decides to come back?
Will she be able...
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*We get what we deserve...*
-Way Down We Go by Kaleo
DELILAH
"Okay, so you're meaning to tell me that you got pregnant at sixteen, had the baby at seventeen. Left your baby daddy and kid at nineteen. Lived as a nomad for five years, found a lazy ass boyfriend who followed you back here to Myrtle Beach and then got violent," Joanna paused, took a deep breath and continued. "Your ex gives you 'fuck me eyes' and yet he's still with his current girlfriend, you two get heated in a restroom, they argue and still, he stays with her. Weeks later you still haven't seen your parents which finally, you will do today. That's your story?"
"Yep." I take a bite of the sandwich I'm eating and watch her Jo's disbelieving expression.
"Well, shit. I thought I had a story," she mumbled.
For the past fifteen minutes, I'd tried to sum up my story for her and the whole time, her mouth was opened in shock.
"Ugh, this is fucking delicious." She sat back in her chair, rubbing her flat stomach as a sign of satisfaction.
"It's just ham and bread, Jo."
"And mayo... can't forget the mayo."
I rolled my eyes. She'd turned out to be a good friend and I enjoyed her company very much. Talking to her was refreshing, she always had something to say. More than likely, it was something funny or completely random.
"So, that ex hunk of yours will be picking up today then?"
"Don't call him a hunk," I muttered.
"Guess I can't say it until I see him, huh?"
I nodded, pressing my lips together. I wasn't fond of the idea of anyone calling Liam a hunk but if I didn't want her annoying me, I would have to push back the bitter feeling.
The rest of the day proved to be uneventful. I had manage to gain a consistent clientele, most of them choosing me consistently for the needs of their hair and sometimes even skin. Despite now having the responsibility of working and keeping up with a place to live and Adrian, I found myself enjoying every bit of it.
Sure, it could be stressful at times but there was something about being on your own and knowing that you can, in fact, handle everything that makes you feel proud. Nearing six, I saw Liam's Kia pulling up.
We were closed already so when Jo saw the man walking out of the car and opening the door to my little boy, she knew exactly who it was.
"My, my, my... Hunk doesn't even begin to describe that man, dear," she said, leaning on the broom.
"Shut up," I whispered.
The door to the salon opened and an excited Adrian ran towards me. "Lilah!"
