Poisoned II

Twelve

M E L A N I E

He has a son.
Five years old.

But he doesn't look like him. He must look like his mom.

I was walking around town.

I guess he wasn't lying about having a family.

He really does have one.

He didn't say anything to me. He didn't speak to me at all. Just a thank you. But towards both Johnny and I.

Why was he in New York?

So many questions came up to my head. Jake said he didn't have a mom.

Luke was a single father?

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A few weeks later

I still had that in my head. Luke has a son.

And that's the love he has for me.

Boys are boys. Never change.

Wherever their dicks takes them that's where it ends. They don't think about to consequences.

Luke put his dick on the wrong person on the wrong time.

It actually hurts.

Five years.

So she was over me in less than a year basically.

I don't know why I'm hurt. I shouldn't care, I have Johnny. But like I said before. Luke was my friend, best friend, brother, my first love. My first everything. And you keep those memories.

I just had wished Luke changed. I had no support from him. I had no love from him.

And now he's paying everything. He's taking care of a child alone. That's not easy.

I remember telling myself when I was with him that I was going to do everything possible to keep him. Because I wanted a family with him. But everything changed.

"Melanie?" Johnny walks in front of me.

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"For fucking hell! Nothing! That's all you know to say?" He says annoyed.

"I just have a lot on my mind" I tell him

"Like?"

"Work."

He stands up.

"When you're ready to tell me the truth call me" he walks out.

I can't tell him.
Oh yeah, I'm still in fucking love with my ex.
I saw his before we got married. I was doubting us, still am.

Can't fucking tell him that.

I grab my keys and step out the door. I need fresh air.

I drive around and end up at a park.

I step out the car and walk to a bench.

I was sat there for probably hours.

I watched as the kids played.

Someone takes a seat next to me, far. I felt that person staring at me but I didn't look at the person.

"Why are you here?"

I slowly look over at the person.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.