When You Least Expect It

I Wish

I won't lie, seeing Vic release his anger on the car was kind of hot, until it wasn't. I did not expect that at all. His anger? Yes. I mean it's the whole reason I took him there. But that emotional break down? It was completely gut wrenching. It was very painfully obvious that he hadn't dealt his emotions properly.

Everyone heals differently but evidently booze and women were not helping him cope properly. This is too deep to suppress. I can only hope this has helped even a fraction and I will continue to be that pillar he so obviously needs. But he really does need to seek therapy.

The whole ride is quiet, both of us lost in our thoughts. He finally speaks when we turn onto main street.

"I'm sorry."

His apology confuses me, and I turn my head to look at him. His eyes are closed, head resting against the seat. What could he possibly have to be sorry for? I glance back at the road, "Victor-"

"I like when you call me Vic." He interrupts.

"Vic," I correct yet slightly surprised. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I'm a mess and I'm sure that whole scene was frightening. I'm pathetic."

"Shut up." I snap, hearing him refer to himself as pathetic angers me. "She who shall not be named did the dirtiest, scummiest, lowest thing a person could do to someone they claim to love. What I witnessed was a man in pain, grieving the loss of his marriage. Give yourself some credit. I will admit your coping habits aren't the right way to go about it, and it's obviously not giving you the proper therapy. Maybe it's time to see a real therapist."

He laughs, "But I have you."

"That you do, but if I'm gonna be your shrink, you better start paying me." I joke maneuvering my car behind the bar and park. Turning the engine off, the car is engulfed in silence, and I noticed Vic hasn't moved. I look to him, not sure where to go from here, only to find him watching me. His eyes are intense and moving, almost like he's memorizing my face. I'm about to question him, feeling slightly unnerved. What is he thinking about?

"I wish I met you first." The words come out so quiet, I questioned if I actually heard him correctly. I watch him reach for the door handle, and open the door, removing himself from my car. I continue to watch him climb into his car and disappear. I was not prepared for that, it obviously rendered me speechless.

I don't know how long I remain my car after his admission. There's no doubt, that any other time, I wouldn't hesitate to pursue a relationship with him. I crushed on him for years. But now? He's in no shape for that, and I'll be damned if I'm just some girl he slept with. 

I promised myself I would sit down tonight and get a chapter out. I'm sorry it's so short, but it's pretty good.

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