Just My Luck 2

Chapter 9

"Isaac, what are you doing here?" I asked. The shock of seeing him still hasn't worn off.

"I came to find you and bring you home. I guess you were too busy to even call."

"That's not fair!"

"Oh no? How so?"

"You cheated on me remember? You had s*x with Sarah! Or did you forget that little detail?"

"I don't even know what happened. And your holding that against me?"

"You don't remember you slipping your c*ck inside of her? Or waking up next to her while you are both naked? Give me a break." I huff and start to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To get away from you...... Again."

"You are my fiance Sam."

"Correction. I was your fiance." I spat back. We have a stare off before I turn my back to him and start walking. I look behind me and see him following me.

"Go away Isaac."

"Not until you talk to me."

"That's original coming from you." I continue walking when he grabs my arm and swings me back around.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You are the one who stormed away and slammed the door like a child. You are the one who brought Scott into it. You are the one who got trashed and decided to f*ck the nearest sk*nk you could. You did all that without talking to me. So what makes you think I would take the time to talk to you?"

"I f****d up okay? I know I did. You know I did. But that doesn't give you the right to take off around the country f*cking every guy you come across." I don't believe he just said that to me. The anger boils over and the only thing I think of to do, I do. I rear my fist back, swinging as hard as I can connecting with his face. Isaac stumbles back a bit, grabbing his jaw, spitting out some blood. We don't say anything to each other. I simply turn around and head to my hotel. Tears starting to dribble down my cheeks. I don't even check to see if he is following me. Chances are he is. So I just walk.

By the time I reach my hotel room I have heard a steady set of footprints behind me. I know he is there. So I open the door to my room and walk in not closing it behind me. But it does get closed behind me. I make my way to the bed sitting on the edge taking off my shoes.

"What happened to us?" Isaac takes a seat in the chair that is by the door. I don't even want to respond to that. He knows what he has said, and he should know how deeply his words hurt me. We don't talk for a good hour before he finally speaks up.

"I shouldn't have brought up Scott."

"You think."

"Will you stop for one damn minute and listen?" I just look at him. He takes my silence as a go ahead to continue.

"I know how bad my words hurt you. All of them. I just felt like you didn't want to marry me because you couldn't get over Scott. And then when you took your ring off and threw it at me, I felt like my whole world was crumbling down."

"That still didn't give you the right to sleep with someone else."

"Don't you think I know that Sam? I have spent the last few months beating myself up. Sadie and Ian had no problem making me feel even lower. But when you left, when you didn't answer my calls, when I had no idea where you were, My heart dropped. I know I messed up."

"You know the worst part?"

"I cheated."

"Not even that."

"Then what?"

"When you yelled at me, I had no idea who you were." Isaacs' face falls. He hangs his head down low and I see tears falling from his eyes. He doesn't respond.

"The man I fell in love with was not the man standing in the living room. He is not the man who destroyed the house. He's not the man who cheated on me." With each word that I say I see sadness, hurt, and realization cross his face as more tears streamed down his face.

" I'm so sorry." He whispers. Almost so low I can't even hear it.

"I left because I needed time. I needed to figure out my own emotions and feelings. I needed to get away from you......... You have to give me that if you ever expect for me to forgive you. Or even look at you like you aren't some kind of monster." The room falls silent for sometime. Isaac stands up not bothering to wipe his eyes.

"Okay." He looks at me for a split second before he turns and walks to the door opening it, pausing just as he is about to step out I hear him let out a deep breath.

"I love you Sam. I always have. That's the one thing that has never changed." And before I can respond, he closed the door. I sit back on the bed and think over everything that had happened tonight with Isaac. It was good to get a lot of that off my chest.

I have decided to stay for a little while longer. Only this time I turn my phone completely off, letting everyone know I need time and I am going radio silent. I also told them I would be in Houston, but hey. I didn't want them coming searching for me. 2 weeks had gone by and I decide it's time for me to face reality. A good friend told me that you can always make a new reality. But when he told me that I realize that I have always run. And I am done running.

When I get back to town I turn my phone back on and see a s**t ton of messages. I don't even bother reading them. I pull up to my house and see that Isaacs truck isn't there. I walk inside and I am surprised by what I see. The house has been redone. New furniture, new amenities. Our pictures on our walls, almost like a time line. I take a seat on the couch, taking it all in. He didn't give up on me. Even when I was so sure I was ready to give up on him, and pushed him away. He never let go. Seeing all our memories up on the wall like this brings tears to my eyes. He hurt me. But how can I let all this love slip away?

The front door opens, but I know it's him. So I don't even bother looking. He closes the door behind him.

"It's our love story."

"It's beautiful."

"Babe."

"I was afraid."

"What?" Isaac came over and sat beside me.

" I was afraid. That's why I wasn't in any hurry to marry you."

"Why were you afraid?"

"Because I thought that if I married you, it would hurt more if I lost you."

"You're........." I quickly put my hand over his mouth.

"Don't say it."

"Sam, I love you. And if your not ready, I will wait."

"What if I'm never ready?"

"Then I die knowing that I got to live my life with the girl I love. Married or not." All we do is sit there. Looking into each others eyes. I'm not sure how long we just sit there for. But no words have to be said. We both have things we need to work on. Things we need to try and move past.

"What if I get kidnapped tomorrow?" I say in a teasing manner.

"Bite your tongue." He says laughing. He grabs the back of my head and starts bringing me in for a kiss.

"I'll always find you." He says before devouring my lips with his.

We have decided on a date. June 16th. But there might be one little issue.