Forgetting Archer ✔

Chapter 15

Debbie's POV

I hissed in pain almost cursing in front of Diana who sat on my bed playing with the sequins on her dress when the eyebrow pencil that I was using to form a line on the tip of my bottom eyelid slightly touched my eyeball. I was going to be late for Missy's party because I fell asleep four hours before and took almost three hours to get ready. 

I was wearing a black dress that hugged my curves and had a slit exposing my right leg, silver stilettos, a little makeup, crystal blue teardrop earring, and my red hair was curled down to under my bust. I grabbed my silver purse and checked out Diana's dark red pumpkin dress and her black wedged heels with white stocking.

I frowned wondering why they didn't just throw the party next door at their house and not 13 minutes away in a beach house. What can I say? They have money so they spend it. 

Diana began giggling innocently and I raised an eyebrow at her questionably. "Why do you wear your shoes so high?"

"I guess it's fashion," I answered her questions.

"Let's go to the party, I wanna go play with Niall and eat food," she said walking towards the door and I followed suit. Of course, we were late and the party was in full swing. 

People stood around in their expensive clothing drinking, talking, and doing all manner of things. I heard Diana squeak and run towards where Grayson who was holding Niall who kept tugging at his tie. He was speaking to a group of men and I didn’t see Missy with them so I turned away and walked towards the buffet table.

There were foods of all sorts on there and just as I was about to take a cupcake, I was hugged from behind. "Took you long enough. Now I'm contemplating if my maid of honor will be late for my wedding."

"I won’t. I'll be with you, remember? Plus, anything not to sit with Parker throughout the whole ceremony." I replied turning to face her. She looked very stunning. She was wearing an elegant mermaid light blue dress showing off her curvy figure and I think it’s safe to say she really did it. Her hair was in a neat bun with a few loose strands in other places.

"Now let's begin to ravish this food. And by that I mean to store it in my car to have some for the rest of the week," she declared grinning and grabbed a glass plate beginning to stack it with food. I laughed at her childish behavior and followed in her lead stacking up cakes and a bottle of champaign. 

We were on our third trip back from her car when I saw Grayson approaching us with the kids. I was about to speak when missy suddenly tugged me away harshly. "What the hell?" I asked her when we were on the other side of the room. 

She looked very nervous. So nervous she began biting down on her bottom lip and tightening her grip on my arm while looking behind me. Why was she acting so weird? I turned on my heels and immediately regretted it when my eyes connected with all too familiar silver ones. 

My heart skipped a beat and my breathing suddenly became inhumanely shallow. All I could do was stare, completely forgetting how my brain worked. He looked just as shocked to see me because he didn’t even blink while staring directly into my eyes.

I was taken out of my trance when the walls of the room seemed to be closing in on me. My heart pace quickened and I knew for a fact I was having a panic attack. I gripped Missy's arms just as my feet turned jello underneath me and everything went black when I hit the floor with a thud hearing a chorus of gasps.

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For some unknown reason, I woke up with a pounding head still dressed in the party clothes and in an unfamiliar room. I groaned sitting up in the bed and realized that I wasn't alone. Diana and Niall were sound asleep beside me and Grayson and Missy sat on chairs not far from the bed.

"What happened?" I groaned.

"You had a panic attack and passed out a few minutes ago," Missy said softly and my mouth opened and closed like a fish. Slowly, silver eyes filled my memory and I groaned more painfully.

Where is he?

"He left," she answered as if she already knew I was going to ask that.

"Why didn't you tell me he was coming?" I asked her.

"Debbie, He's Grayson's best friends and you are mine, I thought I could keep you away from each other but I failed."

"Can someone please explain?" Grayson cuts in annoyed. "What's so bad about seeing Archer?"

There was a long silence and I bickered with myself if I should tell him. Finally, I only told him about the panic attacks I had when I was reminded of the past. I didn't tell him about my miscarriage because I wasn't ready to let anyone else know.

"I didn't know it was that serious. I'm so sorry that happened, Debbie," Grayson apologized sincerely but I assured him that it wasn't his fault and that I would be okay.

When we got home after 2 in the morning, I went straight to my room and didn't bother holding anything in. I had cried my eyes out for hours as I recalled all that happened a few years ago screaming into my lap at the increasing pain in my head.

I was hurt. The fact that he didn't even stay long enough to find out if I was okay was the plain proof that he was completely over me. I could feel myself on the brink of another panic attack so I called Missy because I didn't want to end up between the walls of the hospital anymore and she rushed over to help me. 

He didn't care anymore.

I don't know when I fell asleep but I knew when I woke up minutes to 2 pm in the evening I was feeling much better than I did last night and Missy made me some tasty lunch telling me that the kids went out with Grayson a few minutes ago to buy icecream.

"How do you feel?" she asked for the millionth time making me glare at her playfully.

"I. Am. Fine," I spelled out to her. "I finally came to terms that I had to run into him one day. Besides, you have no idea how much it is killing me to tell him what he deserves to know but I’m so scared to face him."

"Why?"

I was stumped. Of course, I didn't want to admit that I still had a weak spot- sorry, way too big to be called a spot more like a weak patch- for him. But at the same time, I will never forgive him for leaving me...twice. Because of the scar he left, over the 5 years, I doubt I’ll ever get another chance to fall in love again and it grieves me. It grieves me that he thought he could take my heart and leave a ring and a letter. That he practically forbade me from ever falling in love with anyone else the way love...d him.

"It hurts to know that he has moved on. I don't know what will become of us. I don't know if I’ll get my heart broken again." I explained sadly making her frown.

"He won't even think about it again when I’m done with him," she promised, clenching her fist.

"I will accept that he has no space left for me. Let's just leave him be. I am not planning to just barge into his life suddenly and hoping he'll accept me with open arms. He left and he threw away something that would’ve been so dear to him. It was his choice to leave diamond for.... for nothing in particular."

"Well, he did have a woman at his side last night. And she was g-"

"Not helping," I cut her off humorously and we laughed.

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