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

stiffen, not

still be asleep” she says stepping

who are you?”

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

bad”

smiling. She was

get in?”

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

bit before speaking. “I know you are skeptical especially after what happened to

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

be a killer I swear I will gut you like a chicken and I’ll dance all the way

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

me struggling.

to glare at her but I

raises her hand in surrender.

plop down on the couch. My legs were shaking at this point and

weak.

who are you and why are

Scarlet but you can call me Letty…I’m your

never listen to

are done

called family. They were bound

hear me out” she pleads and against my

+15 BONUS

but I’m at ease around her even though she is basically

am not one to

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

to you. No matter what you did, you didn’t deserve to

have treated you.

see you but I was afraid

to come. I know you don’t know me or trust me but

give me a chance to change

on the

know

but he does know that I am here, we don’t

other”

a bad guy, to others at

putting me down, hating on

wanted to shut her down but a small part is against that Something tells me that

then I wouldn’t regret it. It was time

people out.

you a chance on one condition” I say in

something else but I decide to take

worst that can

voice whispers in

“What’s your condition?”

or his family to me. I don’t want anything to do with him

the battle waging inside her. She is debating, deciding whether it the right

a friendship with me