Vengeance

1.9- inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

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The next few days GIna had been attahced to my side. I knew that her brother was on her mind. I knew that she wanted him here so badly. I felt so bad that I could not really do much. All I could do was love her through it and be there for her.

Also, I got a call from a private number, and it happened to be Anne. She wanted me to go see her this up and coming weekend so she can talk to me more. Little does she know that I will be declining so that I can fly to the U.K. So I can go see this old man.

I still wasnt sure how an old man was going to help me, but I had to have faith. Maybe, just maybe, he knew something. At least he would be able to tell me something. I didnt want to go by myself so I will be asking Gina. I dont know how she would feel with going with me.

I dont think she would care much though because I believe she loved to travel. That girl was beyond amazing and I was undeniably glad that she was mine. I was glad that we trusted each other as much as we did. We didnt have a reason not too.

As I am on break in the diner, and Hitler is out, I stand in the kitchen. Gina ordered me to sand near Becky. The heavyset woman with red locks always pushed away from her face. She reminded me so much of Mrs. Puff off of spongebob.

I told Gina this just earlier in the day and she was dead with laughter. Seeing her laugh like that was heart warming. She had my heart in more ways than one and I couldnt be more thankful. Sometimes It was unbelieveable that she picked me. Let me have a chance.

I think sometimes that one day I will just wake up without her by my side and have it all be a dream. Thats my biggest fear--losing that girl. The girl I love. I couldnt let her slip through my fingers. I tried my best to make her happy. I tried my best to not get in arguements with her.

I will admit that from time to time we would disagree on something and get upset with one another but we had never had a full blown arugument. I was going to keep it that way. I would never want to fight with her. I would let her win every time.

Becky was leaning against the counter and she was waiting for the deep fryer to be done. I had no idea how that worked so I just stood awkwardly and watched my girl.

"You know I saw you speakin' to that Liam the other day. He is trouble. Always has been." Becky said, dicing a tomato.

I just watch her chubby hands work. I dont respond. I had no reason too. I dont know why she was being so nosy.

"Gina talks to me a lot. Shes like my kid. Since her mother ran off on her and her brother Ive been there. Sure Imogen's been there, cause thats her grandkid, but not like me." Becky says to me.

This time I meet her eyes and I give a small half smile. There is really no emotion to it. I dont know that to say to something like that. How was I expected too? Gina had never told me about her parents, she never talked about them.

I wish she would come to me and talk, but she wont. I didnt force her. She would come to me when she was ready. I was just hoping she knew she could talk to me about anything. No matter what it was about. She could talk to me.