Amends

The next day I reluctantly head off to try and sort TK's and my story. I get to his house and knock on the door. Thankfully this time Heather opens it first. She spares me no hesitation and tells me, "he's out back in the garden".  I head there.

I find TK on his knees digging out weeds. "I didn't take you for the gardening type", I ask him. "Well I didn't take you for the asshole type, but I guess there's a brand for it, and you seem to be it's founder", TK claims as turns his head to tell me that. "Okay I deserved that one", I tell him. "You deserve a lot more than that", TK yells out. "Chill man", I tell him.

TK quickly gets up, standing in front of me, "and why don't you toss over and die", he shouts at me. "Trust me, it feels like I'm getting closer to that by the day", I inform him. "Well I can do you the favour of going MIA before your funeral", he says, soon after going back to his weeding.

"Listen. I didn't come here to fight", I tell TK. "Well clearly with that black eye, you're not the one to fight", he says with a laugh. "You know what, I know I did you wrong and there's not a moment I think about it", I tell TK.

"Oh really! And when's that? When you're in your big mansion banging some cheap piece you picked up from the corner. No wait, you're definitely too boujee to pick up any cheap girl. Noo, you want something worth your money hey", TK claims.

"And let me guess, when you're six feet deep inside of her you happen to think of us, or think of Chris who's six feet under. Well then pal, why don't you give her two extra strokes for your old pal's wellbeing won't you there K", TK says. He gets up and stands in front of me again asking, "hey, have you sold your soul yet? Cause if you did I'm sure it didn't cost them that much considering you're a real cheap piece".

I roll my tongue in my mouth, and ask TK, "are you done". "I was done with you a long time ago pal. This was me just confirming it. And I hope you happen to die in some tragic way tomorrow just so I can miss your funeral and only come to your grave just spit on it", TK claims, afterwards spitting on my shoe.

"How original", I tell him with a sarcastic tone. "You know I came here to at least try make amends for those 5 years, but you know what. It's not even worth it", I tell him.  "Well if you were looking for some type of closure you came to the wrong house K. So go back to your big mansion and stay there for good this time", TK tells me.

I turn around, heading to the front door. Heather is standing by the door that was leading to the garden. She probably heard everything. I walk passed her as she tries to say, "K listen, I..".  I tell her, "save it! I tried my best and that best was my last. I'm done".

I jump into the car and head back to the hotel.