Treehouse Adventures 3

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They say that time changes everything, and that people move on. But, do they really move on, or do they just set things aside and allow themselves to be okay with it? Was I okay with setting things aside and completely moving on, once and for all? _____________ “He is what?” I said, almost enraged by what I was hearing. “What do you mean ‘Henry is getting married.’ He can’t be getting married.” I flung myself down on to my over sized black leather sofa and crossed my legs. I shook the leg that landed on top violently back and forth. This so far had been the worst news I had ever been given. “I thought you would be happy for him Abby,” my mothers voice sounded concerned on the other end of the phone. “Why are you upset dear?” I could not answer my mother. She could never know the truth about Henry and I. If she were to find out, things would change even more and for the worst. So what was I supposed to tell her? How was I supposed to come up with a valid reason to be getting married. “It’s just,” I began, before pausing to think a little more about what I was going to say. “It’s just that he did not even tell me he was dating someone, and now all of a sudden he is getting married.” I took a deep breath. I was convinced with my reasoning, so I was sure that my mother was going to be convinced as well. I wondered if deep down that was more of the reason I was mad, the other other reasons. I did not even know that Henry had a girlfriend, but now he was getting married. This all felt so sudden and I did not know how I was supposed to feel right now. I knew one feeling I was having though. The man I love is about to marry another woman and there is nothing that I can do about it. istanbul travesti “So,” my mother spoke in a calm voice, I could tell she was trying to calm me down. “You think you can get out of work long enough to come to your brothers wedding.” “I will see what I can do.” I said in a quiet tone, my eyes on the verge of tears and my heart about to explode from my chest. “I will let you know tomorrow night.” ____________________ “I am on my way mom,” I spoke abruptly into my cell phone as I loaded my suitcase into my car. “I know it is a long drive, but I will get there tonight.” “The wedding is tomorrow afternoon,” she said in a panicked voice. “You know that Henry will be heart broken if you are not here on the most important day of his life.” “I will be there,” I said angrily into the phone, thinking about how his most important day was going to be the worst day of my life. “I will get in late tonight, get some sleep and be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the wedding.” “I hope so dear,” my mother spoke quieter this time. “We will see you in the morning I suppose.” “Bye Mom.” I said making a kiss noise into the phone, which had become our thing over the years. I then hung up my phone, climbed into my car and prayed that along the way I would be in some serious kind of accident. _________________ Stepping out of my car I looked down at my watch, it read 2:43am. I could tell by the lights in the house that no one was awake, and I knew I was going to have to be quiet sneaking in. Grabbing my bags I made my way up the front doorway, pushed my key into the doorknob and slowly opened the door. It squeaked, but not loud enough to make any sort of impact. Once inside, I locked istanbul travestileri the door behind me and made my way up to my room. I unpacked my bag, setting everything neatly inside my now empty dresser drawers. My mom had decided to use my room as some sort of storage now that I was gone, so there were random boxes here and there. I was not sure why they did not just change the room completely. They did not want to think of us as grown up, so we still had our own rooms, that looked just like they did when we were in high school. Grabbing my cell phone, I check my messages and realized that I had a text message from Henry. He had sent it to me three hours ago. “I really hope that you make it Abby.” That was all that the message said, but it made me feel like it said so much more. I knew that the idea that popped into my head next was not the smartest idea, but it was the idea that came to mind and I was going to run with it. I grabbed a sweater from my bag and slid it over my head, making sure that I was going to be nice and warm and then made my way downstairs and through the house. Soon I was out the back door and on my way up the stairs of the treehouse. Sitting down in the middle of the treehouse, I felt an aching pain come over me. So many amazing things had happened to me in this treehouse and now it felt empty and cold. Maybe for Henry’s wedding present, I would burn it to the ground so that our lives can move on with the knowledge that nothing had ever happened here. Ding I jumped slightly and nearly dropped my phone when it went off in my hand. It was alerting me that I had a new text message. So are you not coming? Henry texted. Would it really travesti be that bad if I just sat this one out? I texted him back, asking the question I had wanted to ask him from the start. I really need you to be here with me Abby. I nearly cried at his words. Why would he need me to be here with him, he had his soon to be wife, he would have all that he needs already, in her. Then come and find me. I texted back, setting my phone to silent and setting it down beside me. Burying my head in my lap, I waited. Wondering if he would make it out. If he would be the one who would meet my expectations this time. Holding onto my legs tightly, I tried to warm myself up from the cold as I waited, but nothing seemed to be working. I almost felt about climbing down and going inside, where I at least knew it was warm. “Marco.” I jumped slightly as I heard Henry’s voice. Opening my eyes, I noticed that he was standing directly at the door of the treehouse. I had not even heard him make his way up the stairs, even though they were known to squeak when you stepped on them. “Polo.” I said with a forced smile. Even though it was great to see him, it hurt just as bad. “I knew you would come,” he said with the biggest smile on his face as he sat down beside me. “Mom said that you were really busy with work and did not know if you could get away, but I just knew that you would find a way to be here.” “Well it was not easy,” I said trying not to look directly at him, for fear that I would cry. “You did not really give a lot of notice, generally notice for these types of things are needed.” “Yeah, I know,” he said in a quiet voice, almost as if he was sorry. “We knew that we were rushing, but we just did not want to have a long drawn out engagement.” “Whatever works best for you,” I spoke softly, choking back tears, though you could hear the thick amount of sadness in my voice. “Abby,” Henry spoke, as he moved to sit next to me and put his arm around my should.

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