I'm back home, hoping that the girl I left behind still wants me back...My mom had died, and my dad was acting like a loose cannon. I shouldn’t have left Ginger, but I couldn’t help myself. I was a mess and becoming a SEAL felt like the perfect solution. I was wrong!I knew Ginger wouldn’t wait for me. I knew she would move on. I didn’t blame her, but all I could do was hope.There's a little girl, and I can’t help but wonder if the little girl is mine. I want to ask Ginger, but I know I have no right to. After all, I left her and didn´t even bother saying goodbye. I broke her heart once, and I have no intention of doing it again if only she`ll take me back?
I snapped awake in my bed, and for a moment I was confused. I didn’t know where I was. My heart was beating too fast in my chest, but my breathing was coming out calm. Then I looked around and remembered.Right. Shit.I was back home, in my little place at the hotel. Still, I didn’t calm down immediately, and I closed my eyes to take a few deep breaths, getting my heart to return to normal.I shook my head and got out of bed, heading for the showers. It took exactly five minutes before I was done and drying myself out. I picked an outfit for the day, then debated whether or not I should leave my room.You should, I thought to myself. You can't keep yourself locked in here forever.But the thought of leaving had my heart beat coming up again, and I knew I needed to stay calm.I wasn’t quite fresh out of the Navy. I’d been back for some time, though I mostly kept to myself, shit, I barely left the hotel. The only reason I even came back here instead of drifting, was because of my injury
“Hello, Ginger.”Those were the first words Ben said to me, and all I could think was this bastard.How fucking dare he!I glared at him because he fucking deserved it, and he just stood there, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, looking at me.It had been months. He’d left a few years ago, but he had been back in town for several months. It had been big news when he came back, after all, everyone made a big deal about it. The rumors going around started to die down when people rarely saw him come out of his family’s hotel, but he did come out sometimes, usually to see his dad.But…not once. In all those months, not once had he come to see me. Or tried to call me, or sent a message to me through his sister, or made any effort to try and contact me.The first thing he said after we finally saw each other was ‘Hello, Ginger.’In the beginning, I’d been anxious to see him, too. I was still mad, but I knew he’d enlisted. I wondered the kind of person he’d be once he’d come out because I
I watched Ginger walk away from me, my hand rising automatically to hold her back. But I stopped before I could touch her.She was doing her best to act strong, to act like she wasn’t bothered. But it was hard to miss how tense her shoulders were, and it was enough to let me know she was putting up a brave act, not feeling brave. My heart ached that this was what our relationship had come to, but I had no one to blame but myself.So I just watched her walk away until she disappeared into the back of the salon, and I turned around to leave without a word to anyone else.Shit.I walked slowly back to my car, opened the door and got inside. Then I just sat there for a few minutes, fighting the urge to cry.“That could have gone better,” I muttered to myself, rubbing my eyes.I drove back to the hotel, back to hiding away. On the drive, I debated about whether I should bother going back. Ginger was mad at me, obviously, and she had every right to be. The only question was whether I had th
I got back to work and somehow managed to get myself through the rest of the day. I was silent, though, and a few of my clients remarked on it because usually, I was the chatter mouth that had everybody speaking up. Now that I was keeping quiet, my daughter spoke up instead. Everyone loved her, as usual, and I couldn’t help looking over at her now and then.By the time our last client for the day had left, I was exhausted, but more emotionally than physically. I sat down and watched Mom help Fern pack her things up.“Are you going to go see him?” she asked, glancing at me.I grimaced, not sure what I should do. I’d wanted to see Ben, and he’d finally come to me. I was still angry, but it had been good to see him.“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “On the one hand, I want to. On the other hand, I want him to suffer just a little bit like I have.”She tutted at me. “That isn’t like you, Ginger.”I snorted. “Maybe not before, but he deserves it, Mom. You saw him! After months of ignoring
“Ugh.”It was morning, but I wasn’t snapping up in attention when I woke up. Instead, my mind and body felt heavy, and I rolled over in bed, trying to get comfortable so I could fall asleep and get back to my wonderful dream. This was why I drank, I didn’t think too much while I was drunk, and I didn’t wake up ready to be attacked.That dream though…where I saw Ginger, and she was talking to me. She was still glaring, but it wasn’t the same dismissal I’d gotten when I went to her place. And then, after that, where she wasn’t even glaring. That had to have been a dream, right? Because there was no way Ginger would have been in my room last night.I rolled around in bed for a few more minutes, then frowned when I figured I wouldn’t be falling back asleep. I groaned as I rose up, throwing a hand up to hold my head.“Shit.” The part of drinking that I didn’t like. The hangover, and feeling so disoriented when I did wake up.I slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. I had some meds in th
Minutes after Ben and I had finished breakfast, and I’d left him to clean up the dishes, I was still in his apartment. I was in the living room, seated on the couch I’d spent the night on, wondering to myself just why I was still there.“What the fuck am I doing,” I growled to myself.There was no reason why I hadn't left yet. I’d gotten the apology from Ben that I’d been waiting for. We were…possibly going to try again in our relationship. At least, he’d asked, and I hadn't exactly said no. Was that really what I wanted, though? Because I was feeling confused now.To go or not to go…He was a room away, and while I couldn’t see him, I could hear him moving around. There was silence between us, and I wasn’t sure if it was just me, but the air in the apartment felt so fucking awkward.Ben had apologized, and…what was supposed to come after that? We’d have a conversation? I’d talk to him about Fern, and he’d meet her?“Crap!” I hissed, my eyes widening as I only then remembered my daugh
I woke up early, as usual, snapping awake and feeling alert. Only, instead of being anxious to face the day, there was this huge grin on my face.Last night, I’d fallen asleep and dreamed of the moment Ginger, and I had shared at our spot. Hours later, and I was still feeling the effects of it. After we’d kissed, and I’d driven Ginger back to my place to pick up her clothes, then walked her down to her car so she could leave. There hadn't been a single awkward moment between us. It was more progress than I’d hoped in such short time.I jumped out of bed and went to take a shower, humming to myself the whole time. I got dressed quickly, picking out my one good pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt. I went to my little kitchen and looked around, to see if there was anything to eat. My cereal was all gone, though, and I’d used up my last carton of OJ with Ginger yesterday. Just the reminder had me grinning again.“I’ll need groceries later,” I muttered to myself.At the moment, though, I nee