I Never Imagined ✔️

Chapter 49: Stitches

The tension right now is like an onion. It just keeps on layering and layering and layering. A plastic butter knife can cut it right now. I was contemplating what to say, but now that I'm approaching her right now, I feel like I forget everything that I was worrying about. It feels like swift amnesia when I see her face again.

When I see Sophia's face and focus on it, I realize that I missed her more than I admit. I thought that I just wanted to make things up and let us be happy. Those thoughts were so wrong.

I never realized how much I craved her throughout those two weeks. I missed her brown eyes that warmed me up like a gentle log fire. I missed her soft skin against mine when I put my arms around her. I missed the rosy lips that I used to crash mine against and devour. I just wanted to embrace her and just forget everything that happened. But, I couldn't. Self control was key. A lot more than anyone could handle.

"What did you want to talk about, Ray?" she asks. I gulp.

"Sophia, I know you said you wanted space, but I just had to do this. I don't even think the word 'sorry,' can make up for anything that I did. Gosh, no amount of 'sorrys,' can make up for the words I said and what I did. I felt like absolute horse crap when I realized the severity of my words. I know you want space, and I'm willing to give you as much of it as you want, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm so sorry for everything that I've done. I really am sorry, and I hope you know that," I say, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

I did it. I expressed my carefully chosen words to her, to let her know of how sorry I was. Sophia gulps a little bit, and her hand flies up to tuck a dark lock behind her ear.

"Ray, I hope you realize how much you hurt me inside with your words. You said some things that you shouldn't have. I'm so confused," she says. I raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you confused?" I ask. She sighs. "I was so confused over these three weeks. I didn't know whether to go talk to you, or to just let you cool off a little bit more. You were so angry that day, and I didn't want to anger you any more," she tells me.

"Bel- Sophia, I'd never get mad at you to hurt you. If I ever get mad at you, then you can slap me. You would have never angered me that way. I actually wanted to talk to you," I say. She sighs.

"I know, but I needed some space. I was such a wreck after the fight. Rob, Henry, Vince, and Sonia all had to calm me down. It was nasty," she says, and I sigh.

Well, that just tears me up a little bit more inside.

"Ray, can I ask you a question?" she asks me. She looks like she's itching to ask me a question. She really wants to get it off of her chest because it's been bugging her so much.

"I'm an open book, Sophia. What is it?" I ask. Sophia gulps a little bit.

"Did you cheat on me?" she asks. My eyes widen to the size of saucers. If I ever do that, tie me to a chair, slap me, and interrogate me until you find out who sold me weed. Cheating on Sophia is the last thing I would ever do. Even if I consider it, I mentally slap myself to get back into my senses.

"Of course not! Cheating on you is something that I would never even think of. Why do you say that?" I ask. Sophia's hand dives into her pocket, and she pulls out what looks to be a piece of crumpled paper.

"Rob and Henry got this from Randy, who found it in one of your pockets. Care to explain?" she asks. I unfold the note, and I read what appears to be hastily scribbled on it. When I read the contents, shock stings the insides of me. I couldn't believe someone had written me this kind of note. I was shocked, but rather angry as well. Someone had the nerve to do that when I was clearly taken.