It wasn’t until Madalyn came into the house, only an hour later, with a smile on her face, that I truly realized how badly I’d fucked up.
And seeing me sitting at the island with a bottle of liquor in front of me, her smile dropped.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
I looked at her, “I fucked up.”
She winced. “Let me guess. Lila told you she said I could go, and you got pissed?”
I nodded my head in shame.
She sighed, “You’ve got to let it go, Dad. Lila isn’t like that piece of shit who gave birth to us.”
Cole came in then and agreed.
They were referring to the time I had been at a fight.
Cole was eight, and Madalyn was six.
I had won, and then as I came out of the cage, Clutch growled and handed me his phone.
The dumb bitch had wanted to get high.
So, she had taken them with her to a party and left them there in a dingy part of a basement.
A locked door.
No way to use the bathroom.
No food.
No water.
To say I wished I’d have killed her that night... wouldn’t be a lie.
***
That night, as I braced my hands on the counter, I stared at her stuff on my counter.
Fuck me but it looked so right there.
Then I looked at myself in the mirror.
I thought soulmates were a crock of complete shit.
That was until I met my Lila.
My world, my heart, my fire.
And now... well... now I had my work cut out for me.
She told me that I had taken one too many shots to the head, and now, I think she’s right.
Yes, you heard that I correctly... a man just said that a woman was right.
Ah hell.
I sighed and started thinking about the things I could do to get back in her good graces.
