Forever Mine *Virginia*

chapter 4

Virginia

I step inside the bar, and I am greeted by so much commotion. I spot the guys in the corner, but not Beck. I begin making my way to them, but before I get to them, a man holding drinks bumps into me, or I bumped into him. I am not sure. "I'm so sorry," I apologize to him, but I am not sure if he heard me. A whole fight broke out and people are moving around, and even though the music is off, it is a bit loud. People are scr3aming and pushing each other. What a mess.

"Wow, I can say I've met a real life angel," he says and I chuckle. What the heck. I have no idea what to say to him, so I just smile. "Excuse me, I am not an angel, and I am trying to go to my brothers over there," I point behind him. He looks back. "Oh, that's my crew. I just got transferred here. Hi, my name is Ray, but everyone calls me Two." he tells me. "What, one was already taken?" I try to joke. I have always sucked at jokes, but he laughs, so that's good. "That would be my brother," he says. I stare at him for a moment, thinking he is joking. What kind of parents name or nickname their kids one and two? That is so random. "Twins," he clarifies. Ah, okay I guess that's a little better, especially if they are identical. "It was easier for my parents. By the time we were born, they were older. They already had a bunch of kids, so it was just easier on everyone." he begins telling me his whole life story. "Oh, that's cool," I say and wave at Jeremiah. "Want a drink?" he asks me, holding the cup out for me. I shake my head. "I am just looking for someone," I say, and walk over to the guys. Beck said he was going to be here, but I don't see him.

I greet my sister's hubbies and whisper in James' ear "Have you seen Beck," I ask, and he signals with his head in the direction where the fight is. My heart beats fast thinking that he was in a fight, but then why are the guys standing here looking so calmly? They would help defend him if there was a fight. These men always stick together. I look towards the fight and spot Beckham. My heart sinks and I realize that coming here to surprise Beckham was a huge mistake. I feel myself tearing up, but I can't let the tears fall. Beck looks up and looks our way. Our eyes connect, and I see how surprised he is. Then I see the guilt set in, but he has nothing to be guilty about. He is a single man. I smile, and turn around. I feel like an !d!ot. "This was a mistake. I'm going to head out. It was good to see you. Tell Cali I love her and give Cage a big kiss from his auntie," I tell James. He grabs my arm. "Wait, are you alright? I will talk to Beckham, but let me take you home. Our home. Cali will love to have you stay the night," he tells me, but I shake my head. "Please don't. There's nothing left to say and I would rather be alone. Thanks, but I have to go," I say, and walk out before he convinces me to stay, and before I start crying and make a bigger fool out of myself.

I step outside, and the fresh air hits me and I finally release the breath I seemed to be holding in as I left my shattered heart in that stup!d bar. I hear the door behind me, and I have no idea why I think it is Beckham, but nope. It is Ray, or Two. "Hey Angel, I almost lost you. Where are you off to so quickly? You just got here," he tells me. I decide to lie, and I don't even know why. Maybe because I don't want to dump my situation on a stranger. "I have to go to work," I say. "Where do you work? I will drive you," he tells me. I see him still holding the drink that he probably isn't supposed to have out here. "I don't think you should be driving," I point at his hand and he chuckles. "Yeah, you are right. At least let me walk you to your car then," he says, and I smile weakly and nod. "I am down the street," I say, and we turn the corner and chat as he walks with me. I can't believe I just trusted a total stranger. My sisters would yell at me if they found out. But he doesn't give serial k!ller vibes. Instead, he surprises me.

He opens the car door for me. What a gentleman. "Thank you," I tell him. "It was nice meeting you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and I would be angry for life if I didn't ask you out," he says, and that shocks me. He is such a direct man. At this moment, I wish I was a petty woman. One that could say f*ck Beckham. I will do him like he did me. I am sure if I asked this guy to leave with me, he would, but that is not me at all. I can't hurt anyone even if I wanted to.

"Oh, I'm not sure that would work out. I do not live around here. I go to school and work. I just come to visit my family. I won't move back until I graduate," I say. He asks me a couple of questions like where my school is and where I work. After him saying that the drive to my school is not far at all and him asking again if we can hang out, I tell him something that I think will get him to back off tonight. "If we ever cross paths again, then I will take you up on that offer. Right now, I have to go. I am late," I say.

There is a little twinkle in his eyes. "Oh yes. Yes. I am sure we will meet again. We have to," he says. I nod, and I am about to get in my car, when he pulls me in for a hug. "You even smell good, and you are so soft," he whispers into my hair. He kisses the top of my head. Okay, this is getting weird. "I really have to go," I say. I get in my car, not wanting to get freaked out. This man is hot. I will not deny that, but he is very drunk. I put my phone on it's stand and play my saddest playlist.

I turn on my car, and he waves as I drive away. I half sing my broken heart out and half cry all the way home, reminding myself that it is all my fault. I got myself in this situation. I kept sleeping with him knowing he didn't love me anymore. I should have just stopped seeing him all together when he dumped me. My heart hurts so badly. All of my dreams crashed and burned when I saw Beckham kissing another woman. I am not someone who shares either, so this is it. It's time I turn the page, which will be hard, because I am carrying his baby, which he still does not know about.

I am so angry with myself. I love Beckham so much that I thought I could win him back. I thought he loved me too. It feels like he loves me when we are together, but when he dumped me, he made it very clear that I wasn't what he wanted anymore. Slow me didn't get the hint ha. I made everything so easy for him.

I stop at the store, not even caring that I look a mess. I grab some things I think will make me feel better, and go straight home and lock myself in my room. I decide to have 1 miserable night and get the crying all out of my system, and then I can move on. It looks like Ben & Jerry will be who I spend the night with. I know that being sad and crying hurts my baby and I need to get myself under control. "I promise that after today I won't ever cry again," I tell my baby. As I lay here torturing myself, and replaying everything that happened tonight, I still can't believe I traveled all the way there just to get my heart broken even more. Note to self. Never surprise the man you love. It's not worth it. My phone rings again and I check it. I have so many missed calls from Beckham and Cali. Guess James went home and told her. I turn my phone off, not wanting to be bothered tonight.