Fire meet gasoline (Skeet Ulrich)

17.

Hello sunshines. Thank you for your support, I appreciate it very much. Here you have new chapter, hope you'll like it. 

I love my little town. During the day, everyone is out enjoying tons of white cold snow and as soon as it gets dark, there's literally no one nowhere. Just dark streets, tall trees, snow, freezing air, my headphones and me. I couldn't stay at home after what happened. I could not look at my dad. My mom tried to comfort me, she was telling me he just needs to cool down, but I didn't care. For the first time in my life I was really angry at him, but I was much more disappointed. He knows what I was going through and he stood by me, when that cheating thing happened. I was so down, so bad mentally, that I was refusing everyone, the only person who was allowed to come to my place was my dad. And that was why I naively thought he'd be happy for me. 

I mean, I know there's big age difference, I know, but it doesn't matter to me. Because while my first relationship was more of a teen infatuation, this was something new. Something warm, painful and delightful at the same time, something beautiful. Real love. I know Skeet's not lying to me about his feelings. I know he really cares about me, he proved it and is still proving it. On the other side, I also understand my dad. It's not common to be younger than daughter's boyfriend, but it's only five years. And that twenty-five year age-gap between us ... but I would explain everything to him, if he would want to listen. But he's got his own truth, probably. 

Damien Rice was singing quietly in my ears and I got emotional. The love I've always dreamed of, the true love - it's so close, I'm almost touching it but still there's something going on that makes it harder to reach it. Never in a million years would I thought that moving to Vancouver would change my whole life. I didn't think that ...

"Victoria?" I heard voice and I froze. My stomach turned a somersault and I felt like throwing up. 

"John," I beeped and turned to face him. I was looking at a man who used to mean the whole world to me not too long ago. He changed a little. He had a small beard, different hair, shorter, I think, but everything stayed the same. 

"I haven't seen you in a long time."

"What a surprise, right?" I said sarcastically. 

"You're still beautiful," he said and came closer to me. I took step back. 

"You never said this to me ... and you're telling me now? Isn't it too late? Oh, and, congrats on your marriage," I looked him in the eyes. 

"It doesn't mean anything to me, I did it only because I was forced by her parents," he said disgustedly. 

"How can you live with yourself," I was shocked. This is the man I was planning to have a baby with? 

"It was all one big mistake ... I want you, Victoria, think about it ... We were together for so long ... shit like this happens all the time, but we are stronger than that ... I still love you, babe," he grabbed me by the hands and tried to push me towards him. I refused. 

"I can't trust you, John. It's in the past, let it be there, okay? We both have our own lives now. You have kids, take care of them and your wife, be faithful to her. Don't do to her what you've done to me," I said bitterly. 

"I fucked up, okay? But I can fix it ... I don't care about anyone else but you," he was insisting. 

"Stop lying to me, you fucked up bastard!" I stormed out, "how can you say shit like this? You cheated on me several times, I forgave you every time and then you knocked up two different girls and now you're trying to say to me you don't care? How could I date you? How could I love you so much? I was so fucking blind! I can't believe it ... Jesus Christ," I hid my face in my hands. I felt his touch on me, I pushed him with all the strength I had.