Yours Truly, August Griffin

9: His story (part 1)

Pov: Evangeline

He reaches out to hug me but I squirm away. I don't want to touch him. It'll make me forget that I'm mad; forget I have a reason to be mad.

"Go away, August!" I cry, the tears only falling down harder. "Go away like you did before, like you always do!"

His eyebrows knit in confusion. He probably thinks I am going insane. Maybe I am going crazy, maybe I already went crazy. I don't know.

"Ann..." he says slowly, "you okay? No, no, no, scratch that, your obviously not.  What happened?"

"What happened?! What happened?! I'll tell you what happened!" I explode. "What happened is you left 2 and a half damn years ago! What happened is that I discovered a letter Friday from you that told me to meet you here!What happened is I drove here from Montclair, which btw is a long ride during rush hour, and what do I find? I find a stupid...stupid DOG sitting on your lap and I find that you still the same freaking player you were when you left!"

I am more than bawling now and more than yelling. I can't control the hurt I feel and I can't understand why I feel as much as I do. Why August, God?

Slowly his face breaks into a small smirk. "Are you jealous?"

I'm here bawling my eyes out and he's asking if I'm jealous?! For your information, Mr. Griffin, of course I'm jealous! I'm also hurt that you let her do that.

"No! I'm not jealous!"

"You sure? Because the way your looking at me now tells me I hit Jackpot, or at least half of it."

"No!"

"Fine, whatever. You being jealous still doesn't explain why your crying."

I look down. Quietly I say, "You let her sit on your lap. Why?"

He wraps his arms around me and this time I let him. He pulls me closer after a second and strokes my hair. I bury my head in his neck and cry, tears falling down fast. I can't believe he's here, I can't believe she was on his lap. I want to get closer to him and further away at the same time.

"I'm so fuçking sorry." He said.

"For what?" I ask.

"For every fuçking thing. For never telling you, for leaving you, for trying to distract myself from you. Believe me, it didn't work. But I have some questions for you."

"Me first." I say

"I suppose that's fair... if you forgive me, that is."

I just smile, wiping my eyes. "Ok, ok. So have you gotten any more tattoos?"

He fake gasps, mocking me. "Of course I have more tattoos! Who do you think I am?"

"What is it?" I ask, curiosity blooming inside. As I said before, he always had a reason to get a tattoo.

He smirks, "A map of the town with labels of who lives where."

"What town?"

"The one I left."

Then my smile slowly disappears. "So... why'd you go?"