CHAPTER 51

CHRISTIAN

I saw her waving a lot of cars down but they all refused to stop and drove away. I slowed down behind her and watched her walk, barefooted with shoes in hand and the other hand desperately trying to gather her black dress from the floor. She looked like a runaway bride. She looked a mess, it was no wonder all the cabs weren’t stopping for her. I didn’t mean for this to happen but I had let the anger take over me. I shouldn’t have said those things to her. A part of me argued that she deserved to hear the exact words I had said to her, but a better part of me couldn’t agree with it, and I hated the fact that most situations concerning her stirred up so many conflicting emotions in me. In truth I was initially angry because I did not smell the perfume I got for her on her. She smelled the same as she always did. I heard the emotion in her voice yesterday when she talked about the perfume. I knew I hadn't imagined it, so I expected her to be happy today when she put it on but t