Chapter Thirty Eight
A/N: I am so sorry I haven't updated for a couple weeks. Expect an update on Sunday or tomorrow. Everyone is going to hate me when they read the end of the chapter.
Chapter Thirty Eight
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
- Maroon 5 "She Will Be Loved"
It was three days later. Lizzie ignored Gordo completely. Natalie was a bit worried about everything that was going on, and Brooke wasn't herself.
Lizzie emerged from the washroom after throwing up in the toilet. She looked to her left and saw Gordo coming out from his bedroom. She threw him a glare, then walked down the stairs. It was Saturday, and Natalie was at the mall with her friends, and Brooke must have been in the basement cleaning things out or something, because she was no where to be seen. Lizzie grabbed her purse, then slammed the door and walked out onto the pathway. Her car was at the shop, and it was going to be ready in just a few days. Then she would be able to go back home.
She turned the corner and walked down to the bus stop, where she saw the bus pulling up. She dashed over to it and stepped inside. She was on her way to the doctor's.
Gordo sighed and stared at the wall of his den. He was thinking of a way to apologize to Lizzie, but couldn't think of anything good enough to say. I'm such a moron, he told himself for the 100th time that week, I shouldn't have said something so stupid.
He didn't even know why he said it. It had just slipped out of his mouth.
He sighed again, then grabbed an old photo album from the shelf that read 2003 on it, opened it, and started looking at the old pictures of him and Lizzie.
At six o'clock, Lizzie was still out on the town, after getting positive results from the doctor. She was stalling, and she knew it. She didn't want to look at the jerk who she was staying with if she didn't have to. She went to the movie theatre and paid for a ticket.
Gordo sat on the stairs by himself. The house seemed so empty. He was the only one at home. The house didn't only seem empty, but it looked empty. Maybe it was Brooke doing some spring cleaning, he figured.
He looked at his watch. When will she get here? he wondered. Brooke had left the house at around 3 o'clock with her car. She didn't say where she was going.
Finally, at six thirty, the door opened, and in walked Brooke, carrying a few sheets of paper in her hand. She turned around and saw Gordo sitting on the stairs. "Hi," she greeted in a voice that didn't sound like hers at all.
"Hey," Gordo said brightly, then jumped up and went over to kiss her, but instead she handed him the papers and a pen. "Here," she said in a choked up voice.
Gordo hesitated for a moment, then skimmed over the sheets. His mouth dropped open and he looked up at his wife. "These are divorce papers," he said.
"Yes," Brooke replied stiffly. She sniffed and stared at him. After a while, she finally asked, "Aren't you going to sign them?"
Gordo gaped at her for a moment. "You want a divorce?"
"Gordo, you don't love me anymore," she said in a breathy voice, "And don't say you do, because then you'd be lying to me."
Gordo stared at her, shocked. "Do you...do you want this?" he asked her shakily.
"When I was in San Francisco, I ran into the boyfriend I had before you moved here," she told him, "We almost hit it off, but I stopped, because I loved you. But in the meanwhile you betrayed me. I don't love you anymore, David, so if you would just sign these papers, I'll leave and we'll both be happy."
She wants a divorce, Gordo said in his head. What good is it gonna do for me? Lizzie hates me.
His shaking slightly, he signed his name on one of the sheets of paper. Then he handed it to Brooke.
She looked up at him with tears glistening in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.
Then she turned around and stepped out into the sun, closing the door behind her.
And David Gordon knew that the woman he truely loved had walked out of his life.