Beyond Us- Book Three

•••Chapter Twenty Eight•••

~ Tell me what you're crying for
I'll wipe your tears, oh love
If your soul is aching love
We'll comfort you for sure.~

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<Thora Violet> The whole weekend was spent with my friends. They cheered me up and I still missed him. I wanted to ran to him and hear what he had to say to me. My hands tingled when his calls and messages came through. I wanted to hear his voice just for a second. My pride wasn't letting me. He made me shed tears within at the party when he avoided eye contact with me and fake a smile at me.

So many thoughts were running around in my head like, Isn't he ready for this, did he have a change of mind, does he want to stop? I looked at him a thousand times for a sincere smile from him to make me feel okay and there was none. My aunt smiled at me to keep it cool.

Everyone wanted me to be cool when I wanted to freak out and yell at him for being such a jerk. I couldn't wait for this to be over and cry the way I've been wanting to.

Hillary drove us to the hotel and before we got there, I had a mental breakdown in the car. This was what we've always wanted and it looked like he didn't want it no more. It hurt. Everyone we knew in our lives were there to support us and he showed them how unimportant I was on such a day.

I drove back home in the new car and his car was parked out. The kids will be in school and I thought he'll be at work too. That was all he worked on even days before the party. I opened the door and he ran from the stairs to meet me.
"I'm home." I said and headed to the stairs. I took steps away from him and he held my hand. I pushed him off and he sighed. "Don't say a word. I'm not ready to listen."

"Even if it's about us?"

"Especially if it's about us." I eyed at him and walked to the room. I put my bag down and sat down on the bed. He walked in giving me those puppy eyes which makes me want to forgive his jerk face.

"Can we go on a date?"

"No."

"A walk?"

"No."

"Food?"

"No!" I looked at him and he smiled. He walked closer and I looked down.

"Sex?" My insides burned to his sex word. I'm not horny at all. I'm raged. "Some good sex, right there." he pointed to his desk and I was still quiet. "Some wine after your orgasms and we'll have that talk about me being a douchebag later on."

"Stop getting in my head. I said no."

"You sure?" I looked at him and he pointed to his erected cock in his shorts. "I'm sorry Thora. Please forgive me. The kids are not talking to me too and I'm loosing my mind here. Everyone is mad at me."

"You shouldn't have treated their mom like thrash at her own engagement party."

"I'm very sorry. Use me like a slave to mend your hatred for me. I'll do anything." he smiled. Stop smiling please! "Okay, do you want to have the bachelorette party at where we had the vacation?"

"Are you serious?!" Okay, I freaked out. I calmed myself down and he gave a mischievous smile. "I mean no. I'm not interested." I sighed. That would've been great though.

"Will your friends think that way? I know they'll love it."

"Please!" I stood up. "Stop getting in my head. It's not working on me."

"I see it working sweetheart. Forgive this jerk face and have a weekend with your friends."

"This is a blackmail." I protested.

"Okay, I take it back." he turned to leave and I closed my eyes. "I'll be here when you want to talk."

"Wait!" he looked at me and smiled. "I'll do it."
"Can't hear you." he lent his ear.