Page 107 of Succeeding Love
Shitty Night
Vin
Last night, after watching Lynn fumble to her door with tears in her eyes, I was left not knowing what the hell to do. I did not know how I could fix this.
The reality of every mistake I made hit me all at once. She trusted me to help her deal with the drunken idiot, but I jumped to anger, and ended up putting her in a worse situation than the one she was originally in.
My fingers were shaking as I sat in my dark car and pressed send on that text message, telling her I was sorry. I couldn’t think of what else to say. I was sorry. Sorry that I had made a shitty situation worse out of possessive rage instead of helping her to get his sorry ass cleaned up and home. She had to do it, because she didn’t trust me any longer to be around him.
She didn’t trust me. That tore me the fuck up inside.
I sat in my car for a while, waiting for a text back. After ten, twenty, thirty minutes of waiting, I gave up and dragged my sorry ass into the house.
I felt like complete shit. I must have looked like it too. Mom was still up, watching some late-night talk show on TV. When I walked in, she looked surprised to see me, then her eyes filled with concern as she took in my entire appearance.
This was a shit time for mom to be observant. I didn’t want to explain, but knew the questions were coming.
“Hi, sweetie. I didn’t expect you home tonight. Everything alright?”
I rubbed the back of my neck, sighing heavily. “Not really, mom.”
She picked up the remote and put the TV on mute. She would not let me run away easily.
“What happened?”
I shook my head. “Nothing, mom. Just a shitty night.”
“Did you and your girlfriend get into a fight?”
Damn, she would not let this go. I was hoping I could just head to my room to be miserable by myself.
“Yeah. I messed up,” I murmured, eyeing the stairs for my escape.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want me to talk to her?”
“No, mom. I think I got to handle this on my own.”
“Well, what about I just make you a bouquet?” She asked hopefully. She really wanted to help. I could see it on her face. “Nothing says sorry like flowers.”
I felt the corners of my mouth lift slightly, loving my mom’s way of showing support. “Sounds wonderful mom,” I walked by her chair, kissing the top of her head. “Flowers would be perfect. I’m going to head up. Good night.”
She patted my cheek. “Good night, sweetie.”
Flowers from my mom. That was how Lynn and I started this whole thing. Bringing them to her tomorrow while saying how sorry I was would actually be perfect.
Right when I reached the stairs, mom called out, “You still want to marry this girl, Kevin?”
I stopped, imagining my life without her. That thought hurt so badly. Not seeing her smile, hearing her silliness, or her infectious laughter. I knew I couldn’t live without her.
“Yeah. I’m going to marry her, mom.”
She smiled sweetly, nodding her head. “It will work out. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day.”
I nodded, then dragged my exhausted body up the stairs to my room.
I took off my shirt, but it still had Lynn’s perfume clinging to the fabric. I kept it on, wanting some part of her with me as I tried to fall asleep. After kicking off my boots and jeans, it didn’t take me long to pass out.
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