Readers, Sorry for the delay. I was camping! Here’s your new chapter. Enjoy!
It wasn’t necessarily the figure that bothered me. My new neighborhood was pretty filled with people, so anyone walking by my house was normal. What bothered me was it was pretty consistent. It seemed to be the same form, every week, on the dot.
This figure seemed to never notice that I knew he or she was there. I tried to ignore it, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was there.
Then one day, it disappeared, and in it’s place was a familiar face. The doorbell rang, and I answered it.
I started to close the door, but his hand stopped it. He was always stronger than I was.
His eyes tore at the rational side of my brain, and I let him in.
He walked in and looked around, taking in my new house.
“Quite an upgrade.”
I tried to avoid any awkwardness and went along with it.
“Yeah, my dad finally used the money from my mother’s life insurance..”
My eyes avoided him, and eventually stuck to the floor.
“It’s like you have a family living here.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him enter the living room and take a seat against the window. I looked up at him as I realized something.
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
He turned and looked at me as if he knew what I was talking about but wanted me to say more.
“You’ve been watching me.”
Garret opened his mouth, but closed it, as if what he was going to say was a bad idea. “Yes. Well, yes and no. It wasn’t me actually watching you, but it was me who paid the guy to find out where you were.”
I plopped down on the seat next to him, confused, and a little freaked out. He put his hands up.
“I wasn’t doing it to just watch you. I wanted him to find you. I came to your apartment and you were gone. I needed to know how you were doing.”
I was confused. “I thought you were supposed to leave me alone.”
“I was going to. But you needed to know the truth.”
“You cheated on your wife with me. What else is there to know?”
Garret looked down, and I felt a wave of multiple emotions come over me. Was I wrong? I moved to the couch next to him. “Garret? What’s wrong?”
“I should have told you before…” He looked up at me, and I could tell he was trying his best to keep himself together, and every moment he was doing that, I was starting to unravel in his presence.
“My wife…I shouldn’t have called her that. Maybe I should have. I don’t know. The thing is…she died 4 years ago.”
“H-how?” I was stunned.
Garret rested his hand on me and continued, but I seemed to fade out.
I thought about how much time had passed since the last time I saw Garret.
“She was diagnosed a year after Jonathan was born.”
I thought about how I didn’t want to listen to him.
“The tumor wasn’t that big, we thought we had a chance.”
I thought what I said to him right before he told me about his wife.
“She fought for 3 years.”
My hand found it’s way to Garret’s, and I looked him in the eye.
“I’m so sorry.”
He smiled slightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain immediately. I feel like I’ve wasted so much time. Please tell me you feel the same way as you did before.”
And I did.
“I love you, Garret.”
“You’ve made me feel so much more than what my wife made me feel. I think I was made to be with you. I love you, Maria.”
My heart pounded all the way to my head as he kissed me.
I felt my face heat up when his hand moved to my neck, and pulled me closer. My hand grabbed his jacket to do the same. When his other hand moved across my leg and rested on my hip, I knew where this was going. I pulled away, and gave myself a moment to rest, as my breathing had gotten heavy.
I stood up and pulled him from the couch. Leading him upstairs and to my room, I let him do what no man had done to me before.