“Are you seeing someone?” Surely, I would be the first to know if he was. Men don’t usually act this way unless it involves a woman, money or the football score.
“Yes, no, maybe? Fuck, it doesn’t matter anyway.” He turns to stare out of the window at the luscious greenery surrounding the cottage.
“It does matter. You’ve been there for me through all this fucked up shit, you can talk to me.” Talking about feelings isn’t something us Jackson boys are used too. Ever since Maya’s accident though, I’m like a wet lettuce.
“Just drop it, okay? I’m fine. I think we should head back to Worcester. You can’t hide away forever.”
I know he’s avoiding his situation but who am I to force it out of him. At least he’ll be quiet for a change. I do agree with him though, I can’t stay here forever. It’s been six months since she forgot me, I won’t let another six months go by without her.
“Let’s go home.”
Max and I travelled in separate cars to my apartment, which I was glad of. I needed the time alone to come up with my new plan. I will win my girl back the old-fashioned way.
Now that I’m back, I just need to get the ball rolling.
She’s had enough time to adjust to her new reality, too much time for me but I gave her the space she needed. I just need to get Fallon on board. If she won’t help me, the plan will go to shit.
Feeling more myself than I have in months, knowing that soon I will see Maya, I get to work on sorting this shit hole of an apartment out. It looks like a bomb went off in here. I’m not one who tends to live in mess, so seeing this with my new sense of purpose is sending my anxiety through the roof.
Take out food trays are scattered on most surfaces, plates and glasses are piled up at the sink, I wouldn’t mind but I have a dishwasher for fucks sake. I don’t even want to look at what the laundry room will be like.
Max walks in as I’m walking round the house with a bin bag, looks me up and down and practically growls.
“You can piss right off if you think I’m helping with this abomination. What did you do? Throwa party?”
Yeah, a pity party by the looks of it, how did I not realise it had got so bad.
“Fuck off. You’ve stayed here too and rent free. Go strip the beds and put a wash on,” I demand, inwardly laughing at how such a chore would repulse him.
“Urgh, fine,” He says as he stomps out of the room.
“You’re acting like a child,” I call after him.
“You’re acting like a dick,” He retorts.
Yeah, I am. A dick who is trying to keep busy. I’ve arranged to meet all my family at my parent’s house tonight. For my plan to work, I need them on board to help me. I’ve been an unbearable arsehole for months, and it’s taking it’s toll on everyone around me.
But being completely honest, I couldn’t give a fuck. I need her, like an addict needs meth.
I’m not going to stop until I have her.
