* I had never seen Ian so angry and I couldn't blame him. Right now I hated myself. I stayed quiet as he walked me to his truck, stopping only to demand the keys from me. My hand shook as I handed them over and Ian didn't even look at my face. He unlocked the doors and waited for me to get in before he got behind the wheel. As he pulled out on to the road, I asked him where we were going. "Home, our home. I doubt you see Chloe anytime soon. Meghan." He growled the words and my heart sank further, if it was possible. I watched Ian as he drove, his jaw twitching from him clenching his teeth so tight. I was afraid to say anything so, after a few minutes I just looked out the window and watched the trees go by. Ian pulled into our driveway and parked outside of the garage. I started to get out when he stopped me. " I want your phone. Now. I want you in the house and ready to explain yourself. Nothing more. Got it?" I nodded slowly, pulling my phone from my pocket and handing it to him. I got out and shut the door, following him inside. He slammed the door shut and turned the lights on in the living room. It was chilly in the house, we'd been at Vincents longer than we'd expected. Ian built a fire, I sat on the sofa and pulled my throw blanket into my lap. I held on to the soft material tight, afraid if I let it go I'd fall into a dark hole. When Ian stood and turned to me, his arms where crossed over his chest, his eyes were dark with anger, his jaw still clenched. I sat there, waiting for him to speak, scared to death of what he'd say.*

* I had never seen Ian so angry and I couldn't blame him. Right now I hated myself. I stayed quiet as he walked me to his truck, stopping only to demand the keys from me. My hand shook as I handed them over and Ian didn't even look at my face. He unlocked the doors and waited for me to get in before he got behind the wheel. As he pulled out on to the road, I asked him where we were going. "Home, our home. I doubt you see Chloe anytime soon. Meghan." He growled the words and my heart sank further, if it was possible. I watched Ian as he drove, his jaw twitching from him clenching his teeth so tight. I was afraid to say anything so, after a few minutes I just looked out the window and watched the trees go by. Ian pulled into our driveway and parked outside of the garage. I started to get out when he stopped me. " I want your phone. Now. I want you in the house and ready to explain yourself. Nothing more. Got it?" I nodded slowly, pulling my phone from my pocket and handing it to him. I got out and shut the door, following him inside. He slammed the door shut and turned the lights on in the living room. It was chilly in the house, we'd been at Vincents longer than we'd expected. Ian built a fire, I sat on the sofa and pulled my throw blanket into my lap. I held on to the soft material tight, afraid if I let it go I'd fall into a dark hole. When Ian stood and turned to me, his arms where crossed over his chest, his eyes were dark with anger, his jaw still clenched. I sat there, waiting for him to speak, scared to death of what he'd say.*
* I was beyond furious with Meg. I wasn't even sure what to say, for fear I'd say too much and regret it later. I built a fire to help warm the house up and turned to her, my arms crossed over my chest. * What in the hell, were you thinking Meghan? Was putting our relationship on the line worth whatever enjoyment you had tonight? Was it worth possibly overdosing me and leaving me to die? * "Meghan rolled her eyes and threw her blanket to the side, standing she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She took a long drink before answering me. * One, Ian. I barely knocked you our for three hours, so let's stop it with the dramatics of killing you. Two, maybe if you and Vincent weren't hell bent on keeping Chloe and I prisoners in our houses we wouldn't have gone to such extremes. I'm healed and it's been 4 months since the incident! I have a business to run, which by the way, I don't recall giving you permission to take over and do as you please with." * She fucking rolled her eyes and walked away from me. I was afraid that if I didn't stay rooted in the spot I was standing, I'd hurt her. * One, Meghan. Mia is a crazy bitch and you don't know what she is capable of. Two * I snarled. * I live that day that you were found inches from death every day in my mind. I would have lost my fucking mind if you wouldn't have survived and probably put myself in the grave just to be in the after life with you. So I'm so sorry for giving a fuck. And three, you and I both know that if a place isn't open for business it isn't making any money and Vincent and I were just trying to help. As you can see, tonight was all about getting you back out there. * I started to pace the floor in the living room, my body shaking in anger. I noticed she had tears in her eyes, but that wasn't about to save her from her fate. * I stopped in front of her holding my hand out. * I wan't my ring back. * Meg gasped. * Ian, no! * I kept my hand held out. * And I'm moving into the guest room. * Tears started to roll down her cheeks. * "Ian, I'm so sorry. I love you please don't...."* I shook my head no, shutting her down. * I love you, Meg. But obviously the feelings you have for me don't run as deep as the feelings I have for you. I'm going to move into the guest room and you and I will take a step back in our relationship. Start over and if your lucky, in time I will forgive you for the damage you have caused. Now give me my ring back. * Meg sniffed and slipped the ring of her finger and placed it in my palm. Walking away from her I headed upstairs to our room and started packing up my clothes to move downstairs to the guest room. I could hear her crying and it broke my heart, but I wasn't about to give in and comfort her. Once I packed up my clothes, I grabbed my toiletry items from the bathroom and carted it all downstairs. Meg lay in a heap on the couch, but I didn't acknowledge her. I couldn't, I knew If I did she'd never learn from this mistake. I walked into the guest room and closed the door behind me. Leaving her to her to deal with what she had done. *
ReplyDeleteI laid on the couch crying. My heart shattered at Ian's words. He had already moved in the guest room. I'd ruined everything. Ian didn't think I loved him and who could blame him? I'm not sure how long I laid thete but the fire had died down. I got up and added more wood to build it back up. I closed the screen protecting it and just stood there. I couldn't talk to CC. Ian was basically done with me tonight..and with my ring gone, I felt wholly alone. I decided to go upstairs. I walked into our room and it was cold. Was it the lack of a fire or the fact that Ian had moved out? I changed my clothes and stood by the bed. I couldn't bear the thought of laying down in that bed without Ian. I pulled the quilt off and wrapped it around myself. I couldn't stay in this room alone. Chloe's room was vacant but, her absence hurt too. I could have gone back to the living room. Back to the couch but instead, I went to the theater room. It had it's own thermostat and I turned the heat on. The chairs we'd bought for the room were big and comfy and I sat in one, still wrapped in the quilt. I cried myself to sleep there in the mostly dark room. My head and my stomach hurt from crying and I had no idea how I would convince Ian that I did in fact love him.
ReplyDelete* I hung my clothes in the closet and shoved the rest into the dresser that outfitted the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees all I could do was think of her betrayal. It only agitated me more, I wanted to hit something so bad. Meg's crying stopped and I could hear her messing with the fire and then suddenly all was quiet again. A part of me wanted to check on her and I knew I shouldn't so I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. Stripping down I stepped inside the spray and let the steaming water beat the tension out of my shoulders. Once I felt like my anger was under control, I turned the water off, toweled off and walked into the bedroom and put on a pair of pajama pants. Flipping the light off, I walked over to the bed and threw the blankets back and crawled into the unfamiliar bed. Facing the window, I stared out at the tree's and their shadows that had been cast by the light of the moon and prayed that sleep would claim me soon. Because who knows what tomorrow is going to bring. *
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