chapter 4 piece of cake

Maverick

Eyes filled with tears, her kajal smugged. I hate the fact that all this was happening because of me again. Her mind taking me in, her eyes roaming all over my face. anger in those olive color eyes. as her knuckles were all white bcoz her hold on steering wheel, her skin turned in shades of pink. She told me to go away as saw her car moving away from me. I asked her to stay but she didn't. I wanted to hold her, kiss away her worries, her anger. I asked her to stay but she didn't.

Before I do something stupid which will end up getting a slap from her, I backed away, and she left me there in a blink of an eye she was gone And I stood there laughing at myself, laughing at how I let her slip out of my hands, even after years I managed to break her calm, how I am still under her skin? how she is still running away from me...?

No no not from me, but the bastard I used to be, whom she handed her heart at once. I laughed at my stupidity and on years I had lost in gulping down and drowning in those bottles of alcohol, what I failed to see was she drowned with me too, our relation and love died too over the years.

I just can't stand there and laugh at my past when I am the one who had made the mistakes. When I am willing to make my present and future with her. At least I can try to win her back.

Can't I even try?

I went inside the venue again. And all eyes moved to me. Whispering and shushing to each other.

*Great now they got more content on us.*

I went to the bar and asked for a soda.

"With?" Asked the bartender with and a cocked eyebrow.

"Plain," I said with a shrug. He nodded and handed over the glass time and I turned around to my horror there stood Daisy, Britt's mother, and my death. The walking terror.

"Soda plain? Really?" Asked with venom in her voice

"Yes, Daisy... I have changed" I said with a stutter. Since when I stutter.

This lady sure is evil. Hoe she makes me feel this weak and small with just a few words and her eyes?

"People like you never change Maverick. We all know" she said as she took a sip out of her glass.

"People like me... Need a last chance Daisy." I said looking into her eyes "let me have it. Please" I said.

"Last chance. How many of those do you want? My daughter can be a fool for fall for this trap but I won't. I will save her from you at every possible cost!" She said with a high pitch voice which almost left me numb.

True how many chances will she give me, but this time I have changed.

I stopped drinking, I am sober form 22 months. Stopped the fights, quit smoking, cut down every bad human who was around me including my own father. Who never stopped me from going down on those dark paths. Instead, he welcomed me with a wide smile when I followed his path. And in the end, I have left just him. Without anyone. Without my love.

"This will be the last chance. I promise you Daisy" I pleaded.

She snorted. "Stay away from my daughter Maverick, Brittany has moved on. Don't mess with her head again" she said with a pointed finger toward me.

"If she has moved on why she left as soon as she saw me?" I asked and I knew I am going to pay for this. Just like I knew.

A cold drink soaked me in the next second... Bitch!

Wine on a white shirt.

I OFFICIALLY HATE THIS woman!!!

I wiped my face with my hands and before I could say anything she was moving away.

"Stay away from Britt, she has already had enough of you" she shouted from a distance and waved at me with a not so decent finger up.

NO WAY!

I am not going to back up this time at least not without trying. Not happening.

I stood there in silence as the party moved on and I decided to wait for this party to end without making more fuss around.

After begging, laughing at shitty jokes,

Answering a question about my past, my life, my treatment and being involved in gossips for almost 3 hours, I got her address from that drunk ass Gary, who thinks Britt should date him. Seriously have he every saw his reflection on the mirror. If he is easy enough to give a girl's address to a person whom he saw a few hours ago, I don't think he should even live in the same area as Britt. But what matters is I got her address.

When the party ended I took my piece of cake and asked the catering person to pack it. I took the box and walked out.

I went back to my home to change my clothes, I can't go in front of her in these stained clothes, I don't want her to think I was involved in a fight.

I decided to take a cab because my car was out of gas, to tell her I am sorry, and how much I have changed, how I wanted to be a decent human not for me but for her, how those days of treatment were hell to face alone, how much I have missed her hand in my grip, how much it hurt when that vanilla smell was washed away from my bed, how much I missed those witching eyes which use to fill my dreams, those lips which use to curve perfectly when looking at me, I wanted to tell her everything, I wanted to apologize for my doing.

As the driver pulled in front of her apartment building I hopped out of the cab with the box in my hand and took out my wallet to pay the gentlemen, that's when I saw that note, which has been with me since the day she moved out, and I traced it with my fingers, and read it again

"you always use to tell me to choose myself first, so I am choosing myself today over our love which is dying under the weight of your alcohol reeked breaths, and mistakes. I won't be able to see our love dead. So better we leave it here... Neither complete nor incomplete. I am leaving us this way somewhere in between. goodbye Maverick. I have loved you and always will" says the note she wrote years back.

and I felt the need to run away again, at least now I can understand why she always chooses to run away rather than facing the aching pain.

After standing in front of the building for hours, with a piece of cake in a box. I never got the courage to apologize for breaking her heart which she gave to take care of. Though my past is gone, alcohol is now an enemy for which hold a soft corner but not going back to it anymore, I still can't face her to say sorry. I still can't ask her to give me another chance.

I SAT THERE IN FRONT OF HER BUILDING, AS THE CLOUDS START TO POUR DOWN. THEY JOINED MY MOURNING!