Bear

Chapter 44

The drive to my house was silent. She was shaking, and would wipe away the tears on her face every few minutes. I pulled up into the driveway, and parked the truck. I got out and opened her door for her, and led her inside. Thankfully it looked like Isaac wasn't here.

I pulled her into my room, and immediately spun her around so her back was to me. I grabbed the top of her dress on either side of the zipper, and ripped it open.

She gasped and covered her mouth as the dress fell to the floor. I stepped around her and went into my closet. I grabbed a t-shirt and handed it to her. I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest as she pulled on the shirt.

"Sit." I said, motioning to the bed.

She stepped out of her flats, sat down and crossed her legs. She put her hands in her lap as she avoided looking at me.

"I love you, Mia. But we need to talk this through." I said. She nodded as she slowly looked up at me. "Why didn't you call me?"

"What? Seriously?! We break up, and twelve hours later, you are on a plane to the other side of the country!" She said, throwing her arm out. "Why would I call you to try and work things out, If you aren't even here?"

"I told you I was a phone call away. I could have been on a plane back and seen you within a few hours." I said.

"Damien, I didn't know you were coming back. I thought you left for good." She said as she started to cry.

"I was always going to come back. My life is here, Mia. But when I went home that night, all I could see was you and Izzy. I wasn't in the house for five minutes before I left and got a hotel room for the night!" I said.

"You didn't tell me you would come back." She said.

"When would I have told you? I sat on your porch for hours, in the cold waiting for you to open the door and talk to me. I called you over fifty times to just be met with your voicemail time and time again, until you shut your phone off. I texted you when I left, asking you to call me, and you never responded."

"Think about how I felt, Damien!" She said standing up. "I was so in love with you, and everything was so perfect, then I got a text, from a psycho patient who was obsessed with you, of a picture of you two kissing." She said

"I didn't kiss her... Wait... How do you know all that?"

"Because I had the pleasure of running into her at Starbucks yesterday, and she decided to tell me every little detail. About how she drooled over you for months. Then you turned her down. She got drunk and kissed you, but you pushed her away which pissed her off. So she got my number out of your phone while you were at the bar, and plotted to break us up."

I closed my eyes and rubbed my head. I knew she was crazy, and she set me up, but I didn't know how she did it all.

"I didn't kiss her." I said again, softly.

"I know." She said.

"Why didn't you just believe me?"

"Imagine getting a text of me kissing another guy. How would you handle it?" She asked me.

"I don't know. But I hope that I would trust you. I never gave you any reason to not believe me." I said.

She sank back down to the bed, "This got so out of hand so fast."

"It's all happy and fun until a wrench gets thrown into the mix." I said shaking my head. I looked at her and pushed off the wall. I sat next to her on the bed, and laced my fingers through hers, "We need to trust each other, no matter what. I don't care how pissed off you are at me, or me at you, we need to lock ourselves in a room and scream and yell at each other, until we are over it." I said.