Meredith
I’m exhausted and cold. I just want a hot bath and some clean clothes, but there’s no way I’m asking him for anything. I push open the door to his room, his woody aftershave greeting me as my eyes scan the room. Like downstairs, it’s simple yet cosy. This room has an iron, king-sized bed, a wardrobe, and some weights in the corner of the room. Thick drapes block out nature’s brilliant glow of snowy light, and I sink onto the bed with a yawn.
If you’d have told me twenty years ago I’d be on Dylan Charmers bed, I’d have probably passed out. But now? Now I don't care. I’d left Bellwood and met more men like Dylan and learned my lesson the hard way. Bad boys aren’t good for the soul.
As my eyelids droop, a fist tightens my chest suddenly, forcing me to gasp and sit up.
Not now, anxiety. Do one.
I try to remember my breathing exercises from my meditation app, inhaling deep into my lungs, focusing on the air gliding through my nostrils before exhaling out.
One, two.
“We can try again, Meredith. It’s just once.”
David’s voice echoes around my memory chamber like a ghost rattling its chains, damning me to eternal torment.
I groan out as I roll onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow. The scent that greets me almost takes my breath away. The sleepy evidence of Dylan Charmer resting that beautiful head of his exactly where my lips are sends shivers down my spine.
The whiskey I drank earlier hums in my veins, and I force my eyes shut to block out the memories that are taunting me.
We can try again.
Then;
She’s pregnant. I’m sorry.
The tears come then, and I bite my lip to stifle the sobs that leave me, my body shaking with the pain that I don’t think I’ll ever get over. Losing David hurt, of course, but losing our baby was worse.
Now he is shacked up with his new woman and their beautiful twins, and I couldn’t even give us one child.
No wonder he left me.
Three, four, five.
The pain in my chest subsides with every breath I take, and I close my eyes, falling into a restless sleep.
