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

up to me and hugs me. I stiffen, not

would still be

who are

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

bad”

She was comical and I

we please get in?”

know you so I’m not sure inviting you to my home

what happened

know why but I trusted her and I just got this urge deep inside

killer I swear I will gut you like a chicken and I’ll dance all the way to my bedroom to take a nap” I tell her stepping aside to let

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

me struggling.

don’t mean to glare at her but I find myself doing

raises her hand in

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

weak.

you and why are

call

have never listen to my st* pid

we are done here…please

were bound to be just like them and I was

she pleads and against my best

+15 BONUS

at ease around

am not one to trust

what Travis did isn’t good. I may love the

you didn’t deserve to be treated the way he

have treated you.

come and see you but I was afraid that you will

just had to come. I know you don’t

will give me

and get my feet on the

know

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

other”

isn’t a bad guy, to others at least, but

but a thorn. Always putting me down, hating

small part is against that Something tells me that if I

then I wouldn’t regret it. It was time I expanded my circle. I

people out.

give you a chance on one condition” I say

maybe something else but I decide to take a

worst

voice whispers in

“What’s your condition?”

never mention Travis or his family to me. I don’t want

can see the battle waging inside her. She is debating, deciding whether

with me without involving