It Can't Be Over (Book 2 - Immortalfox)

Chapter 29

I'm sorry that there hasn't been an update on this story in a few months. I am also sorry it's a shorter chapter, but next chapter some things will begin to kick off. 

I do want to take this time to thank you guys for 300 followers! I am working on the mystery fic right now (it's 10 pages long as of now--and that's only part one) so I should have that out soon enough; I'm about halfway through. Also, thank you a ton for 50,000+ reads on Let's See Where This Will Go! It is absoltely nuts to think that my first fic has received this much recognition, love, and support. I love you all so very much, so please enjoy this new chapter! 

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Aleks POV:

“Listen, I know it may not be something you want to hear right now, but you need to talk to Eddie.”

I hadn’t had much of an appetite since arriving at Bek’s. I normally would have been all for pizza, but I think it was the butterflies in my stomach that kept me from eating. Bek had been more than hospitable. She had taken my jacket and carried my bags to her bedroom, then offered me her food and told me I was more than welcome to stick around for as long as I wanted.

“I don’t know, Bek. I really don’t want to intrude…” I had told her as she got an extra glass down from her cabinets.

“Intrude on what?” she asked me. When I didn’t respond, she glanced at me from her place before the oven where the frozen pizza cooled. Her eyes bored into mine, questioning, and then suddenly they displayed sympathy. She gave a weak smile and walked towards me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and made sure I was looking at her.

“You could never intrude on me, Aleks. You are always welcome here.”

No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about the events that had just taken place. I tried to let the television envelop me, to potentially take my mind away from my body, but it didn’t work. I tried to think calm and soothing thoughts, but somehow the vision of James’s face as I sped out of the driveway kept coming back to me. And then, as if to add onto it, I saw Seamus’s face. His was probably the most imperative. I couldn’t believe I had let myself fall for James—or had I? I really couldn’t tell—and neglected my previous intentions for not getting attached to him. Regardless, I had gotten involved with him. I had let him kiss me all those times and let him have sex with me; all of these things I had done. For what?

The tremendous amounts of gray waves of regret were indescribable. I had, in all essence, become a home-wrecker. And worst of all, it had been to Seamus and James’s relationship.

And yet, there was still this beacon in the distance. It’s brilliance and radiance was momentous, and I knew it came in the form of Eddie. He had come home. I felt stupid, all of a sudden, for thinking he wouldn’t find his way back to me. I could still feel the surprise when I opened the door and saw him there, looking as calm and handsome as ever.

However, despite all of my happiness with seeing him, there was still that gnawing and ever-so-evident feeling of disappointment. He had left me—he had abandoned me and gone against the foundations of our relationship. I couldn’t feel forgiveness or indescribable joy when he had left me alone.

And then, as if to be the cherry on top, there was James. I had cheated on Eddie. Of course, nothing in my mind could excuse what he did to me, but I had still gone against him when there was no clear evidence that our relationship had ended. How could he forgive me when I had done something terrible to him? How, in relation to Seamus, could I forgive myself?

It didn’t seem like anything would be forgiven.

“Aleks, did you hear me?”

I jolted from my position on the couch, snapping my head to look at her from where she sat in her chair.

“What?”

She gave a hopeless smile before repeating herself. “You need to see Eddie, no matter how much you may not want to.”

See Eddie? After what had happened this afternoon? There was no way. I didn’t want to speak to him, James, or Seamus right now. I couldn’t imagine seeing a single one of them.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea…”

“Aleks, I saw him yesterday. I talked to him and told him that he needed to see you, but only if he did it without pressuring you,” she told me.

“So you’re the reason why my world is upside down,” I mumbled, playing with my thumbs in my lap.

She gave a small laugh. “I highly doubt I’m the reason. I mean, you can’t tell me you didn’t expect him to turn up sooner or later.”

Honestly, I hadn’t known what to expect.

“Why should I go see him if you told him not to pressure me? Isn’t that a bit of a contradiction?” I asked her after a moment.

“No, not really. I think he shouldn’t be on your case constantly, but I think that right now you want closure. Tell me if I’m wrong.”

I gave a half smile. Despite not wanting to see a single one of them, I did want to see Eddie more than the rest. I had so many unanswered questions for him—answeres I felt I deserved. However, I didn’t know where to begin. Should I start with why he left me or why he came back? Should I tell him I slept with James first or tell him I didn’t know if I could forgive him? I couldn’t even begin to think of how to go about it.

“You wouldn’t be wrong,” I told her exasperatedly.

“Then why are you here? He saw you, right? You need to go to him, make up, and pick up where you left off. There is literally nothing stopping you,” she responded simply.

Mentally, I was laughing. That’s right. You don’t know a damn thing about James, do you? Yeah, sorry Bek. No can do. He won’t want anything to do with me when he learns James and I have something together. However, picking up where we left off sounded sublime.

When I didn’t respond and proceeded to look off into the distance, Bek interrupted once more.

“Aleks, this is getting old. You need to speak to him and get everything off your chest,” she said.

“Bek—“ my voice broke. How could I tell her? Even she would hate me if I told her I had cheated on Eddie. If I told her, I’d have no one left.

“Aleks, you can tell me,” I heard her say through the pounding in my ears.

“Bek—“ I tried again, but the words were unspeakable. I couldn’t do it.

Then, suddenly, I realized that if I really wanted to mend things, then I needed to start speaking the truth. Bek needed to hear it; no, I needed to hear myself say it.

“Bek, I cheated on Eddie with James,” I heard myself say. I tensed, holding my breath, and glanced over at Bek.

Her first reaction was evidently shock, but she closed her mouth before she could say something she might regret. Her second reaction was silence—deadly, cold silence. I knew it was over, then. I knew I had lost her support, but I couldn’t help but feel slight relief in having said it to someone.

“Well, that certainly makes things more difficult, doesn’t it?”