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“Look at us. This is bullshit, Bre, and you know it.”
She sobs, and it breaks my fucking heart. “I am not good for you.”
I walk away, and she yells at me the entire time. Fuck, I hate this, but we’re too riled up to talk about this civilly.
I want her with every fiber of my being, but I don’t deserve her. I saw the way that pussy Nate looks at her. I know he loves her. She should be with a guy like that. Someone who doesn’t have the kind of complications I do in his life.
My apartment feels empty without her. Her scent is everywhere. I can’t sleep because thoughts of her evade my mind. I jerk off until my dick hurts. She won’t take my calls or return my text messages. She’s a stubborn brat when she wants to be. I need to communicate better. It has always been my problem. I live in my fucking mind because I’m too afraid to let the words out.
My phone rings, Savanna’s name on the screen. I think of ignoring it, but she’s the mother of my son. I can’t do that.
“Hi, Savanna,” I know I sound cold.
“Denton,” she sniffs. “You have to come home. It’s Justin, he - he fell, I looked away for a second.”
“Where are you?”
“We’re at the hospital. Denton,” she sobs. “He’s in surgery.”
A two-hour drive took me fifty-five minutes. When I rush into the emergency unit at the hospital, I immediately spot Savanna. Her parents are with her.
“Oh, Denton,” she clings onto me, and I hold her close, stroking her hair.
“How is he? Can I see him?” I ask.
“Not yet, son. We have to wait until he’s in post-op.” Her dad tells me.
“What happened?” I can hear the defeat in my voice.
“He fell from his high chair on the island, bumped his head on the edge of the stairs.” Savanna bursts into tears again. “I am so sorry. I was just trying to-”
“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault, you hear me.” I pull her into my arms. If it is anyone’s fault, it’s mine. There was no second pair of eyes watching him. I should have been there.
The double doors to what I assume is the theatre open, and all three of them look that way. Savanna rushes forward. “Doctor, is my baby alright?”
The older man looks at us all, sighs. “He’s stable and waking up now. He's got a pretty nasty scar, but it’ll fade in time. His scans are clear, but he needs to stay a night or two for observations.”
Savanna hugs the doctor, and the tears I’ve been keeping at bay finally spill free. Savanna looks up at me. “Thank you for coming,” she says in a small voice.
I decide then and there that I will never leave my son.
PART 2 - INTERLUDE
Six-years later
11
Bre
My life is a cacophony of sounds that somehow came together to form a beautiful piece of music. I married a man I love, I love the man I married, and so on and so forth. I look at the song lyrics in front of me, and somehow I don’t see the artist the producer has in mind singing them. Tamika is talented, immensely so, but she has an angel’s voice, and this song requiresJess Glynne. Yes, that’s it. It’s heartbreaking and raw, and this perky little blonde is not the right fit.
“You’re the songwriter; I’m the agent. You write the songs, I pair them.” Harrison tells me for the hundredth time.
“Whatever, don’t come crawling back to me when this song nosedives.”
“Why you gotta be a bitch?” he chuckles.
“Because you know I’m right, and you’re giving this girl - yes, girl - a shot because she’s fucking the producer.”
