Six (ISAAC POINT OF VIEW)
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Isaac POV
I know I'm supposed to be at work this morning, especially since we're working on a project, but I couldn't because I'm not sure I'll be able to concentrate until I see the only woman who has captured my heart and soul. I'd like to reclaim my queen. I want to reclaim the love of my life. I just hope she forgives me and that I haven't ruined her little love for me. I know I made a mistake. And I'm such as fool.for doing it. f**k alcohol!
" Dude, I am scared," I said as I paced up and down the living room, rehearsing what I'm going to say to Blaire for the twentieth time and forgetting every word every time her teary face flashed through my mind.
" Come on, dude. You don't have to be scared. Just explain to her everything and ask for forgiveness. I know you can do it." He says as he pats my shoulder in a comforting manner.
"What if she doesn't want to see me? What if she don't wanna talk to me anymore? I can't let that happen."
"Well, that's for sure. Nobody in her shoes will what to see you after what you done. I mean, why did you even have to sleep with someone when you have a girlfriend. She must probably be thinking of getting you out of her life now. Tsk tsk."he says casually as he flops down onto the couch and turns on the TV.
I locked my gaze on him and threw a dagger look. "It's not that I like what I did too. You know that it's mom's doing. She hired a woman to get me drunk and sleep with me."
"Well, I think Aunt knows your relationship with Blaire that's why she did that. Too bad for you." He mocked.
I glared at him.
"What?" he asks, his brow furrowed.
" Are you helping me or making the matter worse with your words?"
He heaved a deep sighed and shrugged his shoulders to what I said. "I am helping you dude by letting you know what to expect. You should expect the worse from her dude. And you can't blame her if she's gonna leave you. Do you think she is gonna run into your arms immediately she sees you? What you done was extremely painful. If I was her, by the time I saw you with other woman, I should have killed you by that time. Thank god I'm not her."
"I'll talk to her then. I will explain again."
He scoffed. "Hah! Did you think she's going to give you the chance to talk to her again? Never! She did not even said anything when you went there." " he says, shaking his head negatively, and I know he's right.
" What should I do then ?" I ask, frustratedly running my fingers through my hair. I'm getting frustrated now. I can't let her leave me. I love her. She's my life.
" Welcome to the love club brother, " Max says as he raises the glass of water he is holding.
I continued to rehearse my words, ignoring him. I'm getting worked up because I didn't know what to do for once. I came to a halt in my path to look at Max, who was busy eating the peanut butter and apple slices in front of him.
" Max, are you sure you have nothing teach me in getting her back? "
"Honestly, no Sac. I can't teach you what to say because every word that has to comes out of your mouth must be genuine. It should come from your heart and not to me. If I'll teach you what to do then that would be insincere. And for it to be genuine, the words have to be from you so she can know how remorseful you are " he said as he spread peanut butter on the apple and placed it inside.
He's right. I will explain to her no matter what. No matter what happens. .
I nod in agreement as I check my wristwatch, which reads eleven a.m. " I need to go, " I say as I take my car keys from the table and walk outside.
" I wish you the very best, Sac." he says as I walk out the door.
I drove down to Blaire's house, but I didn't dare to go inside because I was thinking. I wish there was a way to turn back the clock and undo my mistakes. I wish I just stayed beside her and did not went to the party.. In my head, I'm constantly imagining various scenarios.
What if she doesn't pay attention to me?
What if she ignores me again.
What if she isn't even home?
I sighed heavily, unsure what to do. Should I start by calling her?
No, I sigh and shake my head negatively. I'm sure she won't answer my calls. I wish Max could assist me, but I understand him because I am the one who made this mess and am responsible for cleaning it up.
I keep putting off going inside because every time I get out of my car, it seems like the little courage I had within me flew out the window and I'll have no choice but to get back inside.
I rubbed my tired face with my hands. I swear to God, if I can overcome this. I'm not going to do such thing to her again because I don't think I can do it anymore. It's torture in and of itself.
I drove for seven hours because I couldn't bring myself to go inside. I've been here since 11 a.m., and it's almost half past six p.m., but I can't bring myself to go inside. What kind of a coward am I?
The sky appears gloomy now, and who would have guessed that something as colorless as water could cause the clouds to darken, indicating that rain is on its way?
The ringing of my phone jolted me out of my train of thought. I looked down to see who was calling, and it was Max, my cousin. I took out my phone and pressed the connect button.
"What's up, dude ?" he asked as soon as the phone call was connected.
" What if I tell you am still outside her house? I don't have the courage to go inside, Max. What if she's not inside."
" What!" he exclaims between laughs. " Please tell me you are just joking. You've been there for how many hours now.""
" I am serious," I said, which I believe fueled his laughter even more.
" Oh my goodness!" He exclaimed. " Sac, you are such a coward. You have been there over the past seven hours without going inside," he laughed hysterically.
I nodded, unbuckled my seat belt, and stepped out of my car.
" You can do it, bro," Max said before hanging up the phone.
I felt like my heart was going to burst as I walked through towards the direction of her house. I walked up to her door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
" Who's that ?" I stood myself still from inside as her footsteps approached.
When she opened the door, it seemed as if the entire world came to a halt. As I drowned in them, I came face to face with the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I'd ever seen.
She looked at me with pain, anger and hatred. Her eyes were swollen and it looks like she cried the whole night.
As I quickly composed myself, my inner mind tells me.
" L-love, I am...." She cut me off in the middle of my sentence before slamming the door shut in my face.
Yes! That is something I deserve.
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