Last To Know *COMPLETED*

Last To Know- Chapter 15 pt. 1

Chapter 15- pt. 1

And to plead, James, would be what I'm doing. By telling you my life's story... By spilling my heart to you, I am pleading.

As it turned out, I had reason to be suspicious. As I turned out, I was clueless at how to assert myself to Jill, and therefore too clueless to do anything about it.

So, as it went, a month passed, and I watched my relationship unfold right before my eyes. As I said, I was too lost and too in love to do anything.

But, I could notice the signs.

One Friday afternoon, just a week after starting her new job in Boulder, Jill called when she was leaving work.

Yes, at four thirty every day, Jill was off of work. She was to come home to me, be there so we could better our relationship. And she called to tell me she would be working until eight.

I thought nothing of it, because Jill was convincing, somewhat.

"Yea... um... my boss wants me to help him with some filing and stuff." She said shakily.

"Oh. Okay, but I'll miss you."

Guiltily, she sniffed, almost like she'd been crying. "Yea, me too. Bye."

And then she hung up. So, I just hung around the house, watched TV, and searched the Internet for a new job for myself. I simply messed around with my day until my love came home, only to find that she was too tired to talk, kiss, eat, or do anything for that matter. She padded straight off to bed, rubbing her eyes.

And of course, in the morning, she was gone to work when I woke up.

And this pattern continued for weeks on end: She'd tell me she'd be getting home on time, only to call and say 'something came up'.

And soon, it was more than I could take. It was more than either of us could take.

"I'm sick of this." I said quietly, just as Jill was walking in late one night. "If you've found someone else, just tell me, dammit. I can't prove anything. I can't catch you. So just tell me so I can leave. He can have you." I said, still almost whispering.

But I'd lied. No one could take her away from me.

Jill stared at me for a long moment. "You...You know I would never... do that to you Aaron. I love you." She said this slowly.

"Really? You love me?" I said mockingly.

"I do." She said. I could tell she meant it.

"Then why do you come home late every day? Why do you sometimes not come home at all? Why are we growing apart, instead of getting closer?!" I ranted.

"I don't know."

"You don't know."

"I don't." She repeated. Tears were in her eyes, as well as mine. I tried to hold them back.

I said nothing. I stared at her, trying to will her into telling the truth. I stared at her, loving her, and began to cry.

"God, Jill!" I whispered, my voice echoing around the house. "I can't take it. Tell me what the hell's going on!"

"Nothing."

I turned and went into the bedroom, slamming the door. A few minutes later, I heard her car pull out of the driveway.

I didn't see her for a few days. I continued to search on the Internet for a job, and finally found one. A mechanic was needed in the town's car shop. Training wasn't needed, and I'd already had some practice, so I sent in a resume'.

I had just gotten a call saying I'd caught the job, when Jill walked in. She dropped her purse and keys on the counter, walked over to me, inviting me to hug her, to kiss her.

I did. "I'm sorry I blew up at you. I can't be accusing you of anything unless I know for sure." I said, knowing that this wasn't at its end.

"I shouldn't have been evasive. I should've just told you the truth. I'm in line for a promotion, and I've got to stay after for a few months until my training is done and they decide my fate. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know if it was a done deal." She said quietly.

"That's... that's great!" I said. It was great that there was nothing going on, and that she may be getting a better job.

And so our love continued, and I forgot all about the incident. There was no reason I should be mad, and therefore, I loved her with more force than ever before. She came back, we made up, and life went on as God had meant it to.

Well, at least for a while.

That Valentine's Day was the day. It was the day that would change my life, Jill's, and, more importantly, her brother's. It was the day that I made mistake after mistake, leading to the worst mistake of my life.