Ex-Husband's Regret

Meeting Scarlet
I wake up and find myself alone in bed. I heave a sigh. I just knew that it was all a dream. There was just no way Rowan would have slept with me on my bed. I don’t remember everything after I fell asleep at the hospital. I was pumped so full of drugs that I actually started to imagine things

that weren’t real.

I get out of bed slowly, but I have to sit down when the room begins to spin. After a few minutes, I

walk as carefully as I can to the bathroom and take a shower. I just wanted the overall smell of the

hospital washed from my skin.

I had so much to do that I didn’t know where to start. I had no phone and neither did I have a car. The police told me that my phone got smashed when I hit the ground. I had a few weeks of leave

from school but I needed to figure out my car situation before I got back to work.

By the time I’m done with dressing, my head was killing me.

‘F***! I needed my pain meds.‘ I think to myself

I walk down stairs wondering how I was going to survive for the next couple of days. I was still

weak and I could barely lift a finger without all my energy being drained.

Getting down stairs, I make my way to the kitchen and make myself something simple for

breakfast. At this point I just wanted to go back to sleep and maybe wake up after a century.

Deciding it’s better for me to sit somewhere comfortable, I ditch the kitchen island and head to

the living room instead.

Who knew head injuries took a lot out of you?

I eat my food which tasted like cardboard and take my meds. I was just about to lay down on the couch and take a nap when my doorbell rang.

I groan in annoyance. I didn’t want to stand up and walk to the door to open for whoever it is that’s

on the other side. My legs felt like jelly and I was in no mood for visitors. I just wanted my damn.

sleep.

I consider ignoring it when the bell rings again. Would it be considered rude if I did that? I mean they could just assume that I was asleep and leave, right? That was hopeful thinking on my part because the next second, the bell rings again.

1 curse a string and stand up to walk towards the door. I open it and I come face to face with a woman I’ve never seen standin on my porch. She was shockingly beautiful. Black hair, big green eyes, heart shaped face and full lips.

“Uh, can I help you?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

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I was sure any minute now my legs would give out and I would collapse on the floor.

The woman gives me a small smile, tears filling her eyes before she does the strangest thing. She

I stiffen, not sure what the hell was happening

was afraid you would still be

sorry but who are

forehead. “Shit, I’m sorry..I should have probably started with

bad”

find myself smiling. She was comical and I found her

get in?” she

really don’t know you so I’m not sure inviting you to my

speaking. “I know you are skeptical especially after what happened to you. but I promise I’m not a serial killer or

couldn’t. I don’t know why but

like a chicken and I’ll dance all the way to my bedroom to take a nap”

a smile. “Do you need any help?” she asks when

me struggling.

glare at her but I find myself doing it.

hand in

room where she takes a seat. I sigh in happiness when I plop down on the couch. My legs were shaking at

weak.

why are

but you can call me Letty…I’m your

never listen to my st* pid

are done here…please

to do with anyone from my so called family. They were bound to be just like them and I was done letting such

out” she pleads

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at ease

not one to trust

know what Travis did isn’t good. I may love the idiot but I can

you didn’t deserve to be treated the way

have treated you.

see you but I was afraid

had to come. I know you don’t know

me a chance to change

my feet on the sofa,

know you are

doesn’t dictate my life but he does know that I am here, we don’t keep secrets

other”

a bad guy, to

down, hating on me and just treating me like a

is against that

regret it. It was time I expanded

people out.

a chance on

or maybe something else but I decide to

the worst that

words‘ a voice