My Second Chance at Love

Anxiety

Andrew’s POV…

It’s 9:38 she’s at the courthouse. What if she changes her mind? She’s not mine to lose. What if that dipshit wins her back? I pull her pictures from this morning back up. Her body is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. My d**k starts to twitch again. I haven’t even screwed her and it’s like he already knows her. All I want is a chance to touch her, to feel her.

I look at the clock, 9:41. She should be done now. Why hasn’t she called me? Maybe she’s waiting until she gets in her car. Maybe our few days of talking is all I’ll ever get. Maybe he won. Dipshit, asshole. He doesn’t deserve her. God, I hope she’s okay. She’s not mine to lose. I’ve got to remember that. I pull up her pictures again. The frontal picture is a damn wet dream. I go back to the rear picture and notice I can see the edge of her p***y. Oh my god I’ve gone from uncomfortable chubby to raging hard on. That’s my new favorite picture. It’s obvious that’s she wet, like really wet. It’s glistening at me.

My phone rings and I jump. My heart jumps into my throat, 9:49. What took her so long?

“Hey? What took so long?”

She’s sniffling. Oh s**t, I see red. I’m gonna kill that f***er.

“Babe, are you okay? I need you to talk to me.” s**t. She’s got ten more seconds and I’m gonna FaceTime her. Dammit

More sniffling.

FaceTime it is. I hit the button and hear her breath in. She accepts and I see her face. There’s tears rolling down it and it’s red. I’m so ready to kill him.

“Emma, baby, look at me.” She glances up.

“You don’t have to talk right now, but I need to see you. Just nod your head. Did you file?”

She nods yes and I exhale the entirety of my lungs. I didn’t know I had that much air in myself. If she’s crying but she filed, that means he said some dumb ass s**t to her.

“Babe, just nod. Did he say some stupid s**t to you?”

She looks dead at the phone, “how did you know?” Her voice is so shaky. It wrecks my heart.

“For you to be crying you had to be either telling me that we were done and you confessed about our little conversations or that he’d been a d**k. You filed so he had to of been a d**k. So tell me, what did that f***er say? I need to know if I’m gonna beat his ass or scare the s**t out of him or both.”

She just blinked at me staring. She took a big breath, licked her lips, and blinked again.

“He told me I was dressed like a slut. Then when it was over he told me I was b***h that didn’t deserve happiness and that I was broken. No one would ever want me and if they did, it would be fleeting and would end when they realized that I was broken and unsatisfying.”

I’m so pissed. I can’t think straight. She’s dressed so sexy but professional, definitely not slutty.

“What does he mean you’re broken?”

She just shrugged. “It’s because I never umm,” she blushed so red, “you know, finished with him. He thinks I’m broken.”

“I think we proved that wrong the other night, didn’t we? You aren’t the broken one. It’s obvious that he can’t satisfy you. He’s broken, not you.”

She just kept blinking away tears staring at the phone.

“I can’t wait to prove to you how not broken you are. You hear me babe? I’m gonna prove it to you. All night long if it takes it.”

She gasped so cute. “How could you do that all night?”

Oh s**t, she’s gonna be so fun to show her capabilities to.

“Oh I have my ways.” I cannot let this conversation continue down this path. We both have to go to work. “Another thing, you deserve all the happiness in the world. You deserve satisfaction after every s****l encounter. You deserve protection, not abuse. That’s what he’s giving you, abuse. Emma. He’s abusive. You do realize that, don’t you?”

“More than you know.” She just breathed out and shook her head like she was clearing out horrific thoughts.

Damn, he’s hit her. I just know it. I can’t get into this right now. It’s 9:59. She has class and I have to work.

“I don’t even want to discuss that right now, but just know we will discuss it. I want to know every way he has hurt you, but right now, you have to calm down and go to work. You’re tough. Go be my tough girl. You’ve got this.”

Shit, did I just call her my girl? Dammit she’s gotten into my head. She just nods her head.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Her words are so soft, I almost missed them.

“Okay. Get ready for class. Call me later. Text me at lunch and let me know you’re okay.”

“Okay.”

And that’s it. She hung up. What kind of i***t would say s**t like that to someone so amazing? I’m so angry but I’m on thin ice after the fight yesterday. My damn eye hurts but it’s not as swollen as I expected.

I glance at the time. I know I can expect a text from her in a couple hours. It will be vague but it will be something. I need her to get angry. If she’s angry, his words won’t hurt her any longer.

I get started on a cross arm change out. We’ve got to cover it all up. I shouldn’t have my phone in my pocket but I do, just in case Emma texts or calls. As soon as I get the cover up done and the old cross arm off, my phone dings. I pull it out and look. She texted me a smiling picture. It isn’t a real smile, it doesn’t reach her eyes but it’s enough for me to know that she’s alright. I text her a picture of me holding the cross arm. It’s heavy as hell but worth it. I smile while taking the picture. It feels weird to send a text picture but I’m returning the favor to her. I text her and tell her to enjoy her lunch, then I get back to work. I get another text but don’t look at it.

Once this cross arm is done, we move down to the next pole and do the same thing. This is all in preparation for hurricane season. If the cross arms are new and sturdy, they are less likely to come down during a storm. I’m helping to prevent the community in and around Orlando from losing power for extended periods of time after a storm. I really do love my job and what it provides for the community I work for.

I’ve been contemplating getting a job where I don’t have to travel off for nearly three weeks. This crew I work with has been together for nearly four years, but the foreman has started drinking a lot more. He shows up to work drunk or severely hung over. I shouldn’t be having to do my job, his job, and half the apprentice’s job. This is getting ridiculous. I’m so stressed at work right now. I need a change. I wonder if Emma would like a change, too. I’m gonna wait for her divorce and then go from there.