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Chapter Twenty Two
I hadn't seen Grace in a week. The one thing I couldn't comprehend was the dream I kept having.
It was her, she was standing in between curtains. She'd be playing peekaboo with me. Telling me to find her and we'd end up wrapped in the curtains.
I didn't know if it was a dream or a nightmare because I'd be waking up drenched in my own sweat.
I'd wake up only to notice she wasn't there. She'd would never be there. I didn't know if I missed her or just the presence of someone with me.
My mother always told me without Grace, I'd never been happy. There's no one in the word that would be able to put up with half the shit I made her.
I feel happy though I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder from her absent. I haven't received a call or text from her. I'm not surprised though since her phone was left here.
I'm worried about her. She doesn't have anywhere else to go and that's what worries me.
I mean I suppose she's at her mother's but she's an hour or two away from us. It's the middle of March and all she was wearing is a robe.
No money and no shoes. I was debating on calling the cops and today I'm wondering if I should call her mother.
"Hello Mrs.Goldstein" I start the phone call with.
"Oh, Ashton how are you? I'm sorry about your mother" she replies with.
"Thank you and I'm doing good, is grace with you?" I question and I don't hear a reply until about a few seconds later.
"Yes, I'm sorry to hear about your fight. She doesn't wish to speak to you" Graces mom states and coughs.
"I was just checking in, I'm glad she is safe" and that was the end of the call. What was I supposed to do? Demand her to speak with me? I shouldn't of let her come back into my life. I said I didn't want to cause her any more pain.
Though we both caused each other pain. I brought out a stranger in her. I get it though. She's thirty and doesn't have a kid.
That's all she ever wanted. I didn't mind if I had one or not but I knew Grace did. I knew she cared.
She needs to sober up now and when she does she will meet a nice man and they'll marry. Hopefully by thirty-five so she can have a kid.
I feel horrible for making her spend nearly little less than half of her life with me. Nothing really ever did work out in her favor.
