Chapter 8:
Lyla
He still hasn't come over yet. I thought after she settled he would. That he would give me the decency to say what he was feeling, but as of yet. Nothing. I shouldn't be surprised. It's him for god's sake, not some gentleman. Because he isn't, he's done it to all his old lady's. She wouldn't be an exemption, it just so happened to be that he was doing it with. I didn't mind, to be honest I thought to myself, I wanted it.
After Opie, all I've done really is look after his children and work. Never have I had a life outside of that. It's been years since Opie's death. I was flattered by the attention, and it kept coming. When she was out he would call me over for a while or if the kids were staying over at friend's places I would tell him so and soon after I would hear his bike pull into the driveway.
That's what happened that night. When he was supposed to be at home. He was with me, and it's been killing me. I know that she knows about us. Ever since that dinner, she must know. I just wanted to help my friend. I didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. That's the lamest excuse.
I roll over and look at the time. Seven o'clock in the morning. Time to get up and get the kids ready. I think it's just going to be one of those days…
*Do you understand where this is going…? Please review and tell me what you all think*
~Nymeria