Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

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.

+15 BONUS

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

me. I stiffen, not sure what

you would still be asleep”

but who

I’m sorry..I should have probably started with an introduction.

bad”

myself smiling. She was

please get

know you so I’m not sure inviting

what happened to you. but

but for some reason I couldn’t. I don’t know why but I trusted her and I just

gut you like a chicken and I’ll

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

me struggling.

don’t mean to glare at her but I

her hand

her to the living room where she takes a seat. I sigh in happiness when I plop down on the couch. My legs were shaking at this point and I felt like a new born baby gazelle. All

weak.

who are you and why are

you can call

have never listen to my st*

are done

my so called family. They were bound to

she pleads and against my best

+15 BONUS

is about her but I’m at ease around her

I am not

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

to you. No matter what you did, you didn’t deserve to be treated the way he and the

have treated you.

but I was

I just had to come. I know you don’t know

you will give me a chance to change

my feet on the sofa, leaning back on

he know you

doesn’t dictate my life but he does know that I am here,

other”

him, that’s obvious. Travis isn’t a bad guy, to others at least, but

Always putting me down, hating on me and

down but a small part is against that Something tells me that if I give

wouldn’t regret it. It was time I

people out.

give you a chance on

something else but I decide

the worst that

voice whispers

“What’s your condition?”

mention Travis or his family to me. I

battle waging inside her. She is debating, deciding whether it the right call or not.

a friendship with me without involving the