Chapter 6

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When I got to our bedroom with William in my arms, Derrick was gone... He left a note.

Dear Lenna,

I love you... I just need some time to think to take care. I don't know when I will be back.

Love Derrick

P.s. Tell luke and William I love them.

I fought back the tears. I understand why he left. I deserve it... It's on me...
I set William in his playpen then head to my closet to see it mostly empty. He was really gone. All of his stuff was cleared out. Suddenly I hear steps running towards me "mommy," Luke said, reaching up for me.   He handed me a picture he drew. "what's this?" I say, smiling. His small fingers point to the little girl in the picture; she had wings and a halo. "that's sissy in heaven." he smiled "yes, she is ." I kiss him on his forehead "let's go and watch some tv with your brother. Does that sound good?" he shook his head "good" I walk with him on my hip until I got to my bed. Setting him down and starting to watch.

(1 month later)

       I'm so lonely without him... Time seems to slow down without him. Williams is growing at an alarming rate; he looks almost to luke's age. He's growing faster than both of the twins, so when they were his age. I've left message after message, and still nothing from Derrick...

(Derrick P.O.V.)

        Sitting in my hotel room with a bottle of vodka. Trying to forget everything. I've been drunk for the whole month. This morning I woke up to women in my bed, I thought. It was Lenna; when I got a closer look, it wasn't her. My heart sank; my heart started to burn. I was enraged with myself. "get out..." she woke up groggy, trying to snuggle closer to me. "what she mumbled under her breath. "what..?" my face was still not giving any expression "GET OUT!!! NOW!" she dashed and rushed, putting her clothes on stumbling to the door. I can never forgive myself...  My phone started to ring; it was Lenna. I picked the phone up with tears in my eyes... " I'm done..." tears fell down my face. I forced those words out; they burned as I spoke them. "what do you mean you're done?" her voice sounded defeated. I could only imagine the look on her beautiful face. I just broke her. "i... I'm breaking... Up with you." it felt like shoving a curling iron down my throat. "We're done..." I hung up the phone. I didn't want to make this any harder than it should be.

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