Status: Completed
You and Me Could Write a Bad Romance
Changed
Sitting behind my desk, I sniffled sadly before quickly wiping away some tears as the office door opened. Looking up, I saw one of the construction workers, Deacon, walk in to clock in and begin working, “Morning Hallie,” He greeted without looking up at me but when I didn’t return my normal morning greeting, Deacon turned his pale blue eyes my direction. As he studied me, a sad look appeared in his eyes but he simply looked away and walked down the hall and into the employee break room to clock in.
Sighing to myself, I wiped away some stubborn tears, trying to regain my composure the best I could but since Cory got home two days ago, it’s been a living hell at my house. He apologized that first night and I thought things were going to get better from there but it only got worse. The next day, he practically ignored Noah and I then yesterday he threw this over the top party that kept Noah up all night as well as myself. So I went to my parents house around three only to have Cory show up an hour later, completely wasted and making a scene; I’ve been crying ever since.
Walking back out, Deacon looked over at me then reached over to my desk. Setting a folded piece of paper, he pointed to it then nodded a little bit, “If you ever need to talk or need a place to go, call or come over anytime,” He assured me then walked out of the office completely.
I looked down at the piece of paper then back up to where the twenty one year old was just standing. Picking the paper up, I unfolded it and read two numbers as well as an address. Inhaling deeply, I placed it back down before my Grandfather cleared his throat, “Now, that’s a boy with a decent head on his shoulders,” He said softly.
Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at my Mother’s Father. He gave me a sad look, “Your Mother called, Noah woke up and won’t take a bottle,” He motioned his head towards the door of the office, “Why don’t you take the day off and spend it with your baby,” He nodded, “Kids, they can sense things are wrong and he heard every bit of it last night, he may only be two months old but he knows when something is wrong with his Mother; it upsets him.”
“Papa,” I whispered.
“Go Hallie, I managed two months without an office manager, I can handle a day without by myself just fine,” He assured me then pointed to the piece of paper, “Don’t forget that, either.” He ordered before disappearing back into his office.
Reaching over, I turned my computer off then grabbed the piece of paper. Standing to my feet, I gathered up my belongings and left the office. Once outside, I saw Cory’s car parked next to mine and he was sitting on the hood of my car; waiting.
“God Damnit, Cory!” I snapped at him, knowing damn well he’s still wasted or at least a little bit buzzed, “What are you doing here!?”
He looked at my with wide green eyes, “That’s some way to greet your fucking husband,” He growled at me, though I had no fear that he’d hurt me physically, I was scared that he would hurt me emotionally and that’s worse than him raising a hand to me. I could take a slap or two but a broken heart feels ten times worse, or at least I think it does.
“What Husband?” I frowned.
Cory narrowed his eyes on me then stood to his feet before he tossed down a pile of papers on my hood, “Here,” He said simply, “You win,”
“I win?” I questioned, “Cory this wasn’t a competition.” I pointed out.
He shook his head, “Divorce papers,” He muttered, pointing to the papers, “Signed and dated,” He nodded a little bit, “I’ll get my shit out of the house by tomorrow and you’ll never see me again if you don’t want to.” He shrugged a little bit.
“You’re giving up on this?” I wondered.
Cory studied me intently, “Who are we kidding, Hallie? We were just a couple of love struck teens thinking we could make it in the big world together, obviously we couldn’t,” He shrugged, “I won’t put up a fight for Noah, it’s clear who he should be with anyway.”
“Don’t,” I begged.
“It’s already done,” With that, he walked away to his car and got in before speeding away.
“Fuck you, La Quay!” I screamed out after him before I just stood there in the parking lot, tears burning my cheeks as they poured from my eyes relentlessly.
Through my tears, I watched Deacon walk over to me slowly and without warning he wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close. Burying my face in his shirt, I broke down. I know that most guys would find this vulnerable time the perfect time to make their move but I honestly thing Deacon truly feels bad and really wants to be here for me.
“You shouldn’t be driving,” He informed me, “Why don’t you hop in my truck and I’ll drive you home,” He insisted.
I pushed away from him and shook my head, “Thank you but I think I’m going to stay here for a few minutes,” I whispered before looking over at the papers, “How could he do this to me?” I asked openly.
“I don’t know,” Deacon muttered, “I truly don’t Hallie … and I’m sorry about everything.”
I turned to him and shook my head, “Do you know what he did to me?” I asked simply, “He made me fall in love with him, marry him, have his kid then he left me,” I pointed out, “All while he cheated on me when he was on tour, and I don’t mean a one-time slip up, no, it’s a reoccurring thing with him.”
Deacon frowned deeply, “He’s horrible.”
“He’s a fucking monster,” I growled then I shook my head, “But I love him,” I shrugged, “Or at least I think I do, I don’t even know anymore.” I sobbed softly, “Maybe I just love the idea of being married and happy,” I admitted, “I was warned, you know, I was warned and I didn’t listen.” I looked over at the blue eyed boy, “I guess young love was never for me after all.”
With sad eyes, Deacon just nodded a bit but said nothing as we both continued to stand there in silence, neither one of us knowing what the future holds but it has got to be better than this, right?
Sighing to myself, I wiped away some stubborn tears, trying to regain my composure the best I could but since Cory got home two days ago, it’s been a living hell at my house. He apologized that first night and I thought things were going to get better from there but it only got worse. The next day, he practically ignored Noah and I then yesterday he threw this over the top party that kept Noah up all night as well as myself. So I went to my parents house around three only to have Cory show up an hour later, completely wasted and making a scene; I’ve been crying ever since.
Walking back out, Deacon looked over at me then reached over to my desk. Setting a folded piece of paper, he pointed to it then nodded a little bit, “If you ever need to talk or need a place to go, call or come over anytime,” He assured me then walked out of the office completely.
I looked down at the piece of paper then back up to where the twenty one year old was just standing. Picking the paper up, I unfolded it and read two numbers as well as an address. Inhaling deeply, I placed it back down before my Grandfather cleared his throat, “Now, that’s a boy with a decent head on his shoulders,” He said softly.
Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at my Mother’s Father. He gave me a sad look, “Your Mother called, Noah woke up and won’t take a bottle,” He motioned his head towards the door of the office, “Why don’t you take the day off and spend it with your baby,” He nodded, “Kids, they can sense things are wrong and he heard every bit of it last night, he may only be two months old but he knows when something is wrong with his Mother; it upsets him.”
“Papa,” I whispered.
“Go Hallie, I managed two months without an office manager, I can handle a day without by myself just fine,” He assured me then pointed to the piece of paper, “Don’t forget that, either.” He ordered before disappearing back into his office.
Reaching over, I turned my computer off then grabbed the piece of paper. Standing to my feet, I gathered up my belongings and left the office. Once outside, I saw Cory’s car parked next to mine and he was sitting on the hood of my car; waiting.
“God Damnit, Cory!” I snapped at him, knowing damn well he’s still wasted or at least a little bit buzzed, “What are you doing here!?”
He looked at my with wide green eyes, “That’s some way to greet your fucking husband,” He growled at me, though I had no fear that he’d hurt me physically, I was scared that he would hurt me emotionally and that’s worse than him raising a hand to me. I could take a slap or two but a broken heart feels ten times worse, or at least I think it does.
“What Husband?” I frowned.
Cory narrowed his eyes on me then stood to his feet before he tossed down a pile of papers on my hood, “Here,” He said simply, “You win,”
“I win?” I questioned, “Cory this wasn’t a competition.” I pointed out.
He shook his head, “Divorce papers,” He muttered, pointing to the papers, “Signed and dated,” He nodded a little bit, “I’ll get my shit out of the house by tomorrow and you’ll never see me again if you don’t want to.” He shrugged a little bit.
“You’re giving up on this?” I wondered.
Cory studied me intently, “Who are we kidding, Hallie? We were just a couple of love struck teens thinking we could make it in the big world together, obviously we couldn’t,” He shrugged, “I won’t put up a fight for Noah, it’s clear who he should be with anyway.”
“Don’t,” I begged.
“It’s already done,” With that, he walked away to his car and got in before speeding away.
“Fuck you, La Quay!” I screamed out after him before I just stood there in the parking lot, tears burning my cheeks as they poured from my eyes relentlessly.
Through my tears, I watched Deacon walk over to me slowly and without warning he wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close. Burying my face in his shirt, I broke down. I know that most guys would find this vulnerable time the perfect time to make their move but I honestly thing Deacon truly feels bad and really wants to be here for me.
“You shouldn’t be driving,” He informed me, “Why don’t you hop in my truck and I’ll drive you home,” He insisted.
I pushed away from him and shook my head, “Thank you but I think I’m going to stay here for a few minutes,” I whispered before looking over at the papers, “How could he do this to me?” I asked openly.
“I don’t know,” Deacon muttered, “I truly don’t Hallie … and I’m sorry about everything.”
I turned to him and shook my head, “Do you know what he did to me?” I asked simply, “He made me fall in love with him, marry him, have his kid then he left me,” I pointed out, “All while he cheated on me when he was on tour, and I don’t mean a one-time slip up, no, it’s a reoccurring thing with him.”
Deacon frowned deeply, “He’s horrible.”
“He’s a fucking monster,” I growled then I shook my head, “But I love him,” I shrugged, “Or at least I think I do, I don’t even know anymore.” I sobbed softly, “Maybe I just love the idea of being married and happy,” I admitted, “I was warned, you know, I was warned and I didn’t listen.” I looked over at the blue eyed boy, “I guess young love was never for me after all.”
With sad eyes, Deacon just nodded a bit but said nothing as we both continued to stand there in silence, neither one of us knowing what the future holds but it has got to be better than this, right?