Part Two Of Thug Misses!
With Everyone's Relationships Spiraling Out Of Control, Talia Takes It Upon Herself To Fix What Is Broken, Before An Unknown Force Rips Everything And Everyone She Loves Apart.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!
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Talia Booker
One Month Later
"Hey, you've reached Dean. Leave a message and I will get back to you at my earliest convenience."BEEP.
I huffed as I hung up the phone, not bothering to leave yet another voice message. I was worried sick about Dean and yet he doesn't even bother letting me know that he's alive and okay. Ever since the day he admitted to killing his parents, things between us have gotten completely awkward and I'm not even sure why:
One Month Earlier...
Tears were falling from my eyes as I watched Dean have a complete breakdown in my kitchen. I couldn't believe that he actually admitted to killing his parents, even though the whole situation was an honest accident. I could tell by the way he was sobbing and repeating how sorry he was over and over again, it seemed like he had been keeping this little secret bottled up inside of him for a long time; and now...everything was starting to come out.
"I can't believe I...I killed them!" I turned my stove off and hurried over to him, wrapping my arms around him as he buried his face in my neck and cried. "All this time...all this time I thought Jude killed them because of the way he acted when they died, but it was actually me!" I didn't even know what to say at this point. I just held him in my arms and allowed him to bury his face in my neck and cry.
"I really don't know what to say to make you feel better." I admitted, rubbing his back.
"There's nothing you can say." He responded, pulling away from me. He looked down at me and caressed my cheek, pressing his forhead against mine. "Except to just...be here for me right now. That's all I ask."
"I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. I promise." I assured him, wiping the tears from his eyes. He nodded and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I love you. I know you're tired of hearing me say it, but I really do. I love you so much and I hate that I screwed things up between us."
"We can't change the past." I sighed. "But I can honestly say that...I...I love you too."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I really do. I just didn't want to admit it because I felt like I didn't deserve you." I told him.
"You didn't deserve me? Baby, I don't deserve you. Knowing what you've been through in your life, you don't need me adding on to that. Especially now that you know I'm a murdered." He removed his arms from around me and turned away.
