Forget Me Not

11. Only Time Will Tell

"Hey sweetie, how are you doing?"

"Derek left."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Mom he left. I don't know where he is. It's been four days." I said sadly.

"Oh baby girl. Everything will work out. He loves you. He will come back."

"I don't know mom. I'm not even sure I want him to. What if he does come back and then he leaves again?"

"You just have to trust he knows what he's doing."

"Yeah, I know," I sigh. "Hey mom I gotta go Ethan is coming over to work on the project and should be here any minute."

"Okay sweetie. Call if you need anything, just remember only time will tell."

"Yeah. Thanks mom." I said hanging up quickly.

Not even ten minutes had passed when Ethan began knocking on my door like some maniac.

"You know, it's really not necessary for your fist to meet my door more than three times." I told him.

"That's no fun." He replied sassily, throwing his bag on the dining room table.

I rolled my eyes before dropping myself into one of the chairs.

"Let's just get to work please."

Derek's POV

Four days and it takes everything I have not to call her and apologize for leaving. I want to go back to her but I'm in the middle of a job and Marcus won't keep his eyes off me. It's like he knows I'm doubtful of my decision, or worse knows that I'm planning something.

"Derek! Let's go! This job won't finish itself."

"Fuck off Marcus." I grumble, walking ahead of him into the abandoned warehouse.

*

"Dad? Can we talk for a second?"

"Sure, I can spare a little time. What is it? How did the hit go?"

"Everything went as planned. They're dead."

"Oh good. They were nothing but trouble."

I rolled my eyes dropping into the chair across from him.

"I want to go back to school."

"What?" he asked.

"I want to go back to school, and Kennedy. It's not that far away and I'll still go on jobs. I just want to be back at school. When you need me you can call and I'll do what I need to but, school is important to me dad. She is important to me."

We sat in silence as he thought over what I was asking.

"I guess, as long as you answer my calls that would be fine. Obviously you can't tell her anything."

"Obviously." I replied rolling my eyes, yet again at my father.

"I'm assuming you will want a guard for her when you aren't around."

"That would be appreciated, yes."

"Okay. Anything else before you go?"

"Nope."

"Alright then. I'll be in touch."

"Okay." I nodded, pushing myself from the chair.

"And Derek."

"Yes Dad?" I asked, my hand resting on the door knob.

"Don't make me regret this."

I nodded my acknowledgement as I walked out of the room. Letting the door slam behind me.

As I am shoving the last pieces of clothing in my bag I hear my door open and close.

"Well, well, well. The prodigal son packing his bags, again." Marcus says dropping onto my bed. "Can' tsar I'm disappointed, I like your room more than one of those guest rooms, its much bigger."

"Are you sure you don't like when I'm gone because then you can claim the title of 'right hand man'? Just remember I will always be his first choice. You are only in my place because I refuse to be around." I tell him closing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder.

"You will never be his favorite, all you will be is some loser who doesn't know when to give up. I don't know how you cant see it but you have lost, and you will continue to lose as long as you are playing me. I'm not a quitter and I never lose."

I open the door to leave calling over m shoulder to him one last time "Remember that Marcus."