A Broken Forever(136)By: Megan Noelle
“I don’t really want to calm down, Amy. And quite honestly, I don’t want to sit around here anymore, Grey. I understand that you needed Amy’s support to share some of this. What I don’t get is why the hell you couldn’t trust me. Why it took so long to even know you had ever been pregnant, married, or hell, even in love before! So, how about this? I’ll psychoanalysis the situation for us! You never said a word about anything because you never let it go. You’ve been waiting for him to come back and make it right. I was just the moron that didn’t see what was right in front of him.”
Before either of us could respond, Richard swung the door open and slammed it shut as he ran out. The shock settled in first and almost immediately the tears broke free and the hysterics took over. Amy wrapped her arms around me and let me cry on her shoulder. All while I tried to process how the past twenty four hours had completely flipped my life upside down.
When I was finally able to calm down a bit, I called my brother for a ride. I didn’t need to explain the situation, as soon as he heard the whimpering in my voice, he was on his way. Amy gave me one more tight squeeze and one final piece of advice to part.
“Have faith, Grey. What’s meant to be, always will be.”
Right now it did nothing to solve my problem but I thanked her nonetheless. By the time I made my way outside Jayden was parked at the building entrance. He stood next to the passenger door and I wasted no time running to him, a fresh new wave of tears soaked into his shirt. By the time he managed to get me into the car I had no choice but to tell him all that happened. He never once seemed surprised by all that had happened between me and Stefan, but I felt his disappointment circling around his car. I hated the way I couldn’t manage to stop hurting people lately but something told me it wasn’t over with yet.
“Do you know where Richard went?” He asked when we pulled up outside of my house.
I shrugged my shoulders, staring at the apartment building that no longer felt like home to me.
“I have no idea. I’ve never seen him react that way before, and he just…left.”
Jayden rubbed my shoulder. “It can’t be easier for him, Grey. He’s learning so much so late in the game. And it probably feels like everyone else in his life knew it, but him. Just give it time, and maybe space. Pack a bag and come stay with Cara and I for a few days.”
“You know, I think I’ll do that. Richard needs room to breathe and well, so do I.”
“Exactly. Now, go inside and call me the second you need me, Grey.”
“I will, thank you, Jay.” He leaned across the center console and gave me one parting squeeze.
Exiting the car I took in a deep breath and gained the willpower to go inside.
Richard wasn’t inside. He didn’t answer his phone when I called and after a few hours passed, I still heard nothing from him. Eventually I decided Jayden had been right, we needed space and I needed that time to figure out what I wanted anyway. In our bedroom closet I pulled down a small suitcase and began filling it with clothes and other things I may need. This was the second time in my life I had to select just a few things to stow away until my heart decided what I had to do. The last time I hated the way I ended things but I had no choice. There was no telling what would have happened if I would have stayed.
Thinking about it, there was no real difference between then and now. As I walked away I knew I needed Stefan but I had to let him go, and this time I only wanted to get him back. My entire world revolved around him and it was high time I owned up to all my heart desired.
Once I had everything stowed away I pulled out my phone and opened a new text to Stefan.
Me: Richard knows everything now. Apparently we were on the news at the game. I don’t know what’s going to happen now, but it doesn’t change the way I feel. I love you, Stef. I’m going to my brother’s house. I need to resolve these things here before I can come back to you. But I will be back. I promise.
Just as I lugged my suitcase to the foyer, a knock came from the apartment door. I looked down at my phone to see if I had missed any calls or texts, but nothing was there. For some reason I felt the need to back away from the door and hide until whoever was on the other side went away. Instead I remained motionless. Unable to back away, unwilling to open it either. The knock came again but this time it was far louder. Apparently there was no avoiding what was on the other side. With a reluctant sigh I crossed the room and pulled open the door.