Ah, mondays - don´t you just love those? I´ve been awake for two and a half hour and it´s only 7:25 am here in Denmark. I was supposed to get a good night sleep instead I wake up at 5 am!
Anyways, a little chapter here to cheer up the day a little :p
have a nice day :p
Chapter 10: The Call
Maria´s POV:
I started blinking with my eyes. The sun that was shining through the thin curtains was blinding me. I sat up and looked around in my small flat. Right now it was messy because I really hadn´t had the much time at home. The last week I had worked from 12 am to 12 pm and when I came home I would be so tired that I needed to sleep. Today was my day off. I had made an arrangement with this very kind woman that lived down here. She would show me her hometown, a small village not far from here. I always found it exiting to see new places down here. Everything, the culture, the food, the music and all the other things were so cool down here. When you walked down the road with all the small houses that they´d build of sheet metal in the roadside, you always met smiling faces. There were little children running around laughing as the chased each other.
I got up and walked into a small bathroom with yellow walls. The only things in there was a small and old bathtub, a sink that wasn´t properly fastened to the wall, and an old toilet. There were no mirror and I think that was a good thing. Now was not a good time to look at myself. I must´ve looked terrifying with the purple lines under my eyes that was the result of not getting enough sleep.
I sighed as the phone started ringing. "Hello?" I asked as I had picked up the phone. "Maria?" I could perfectly recognize that voice. I felt the tears gather in my eyes. "Gio?" I asked in disbelief. "Oh, Maria, it´s really you," she said and sounded really emotional. I didn´t know what to say. My mind was a mess and I couldn´t think clear. I realized that now would be the perfect time to ask the questions that had been haunting my mind everyday ever since I left that day three years ago. I couldn´t believe it. "How´s Dougie?" I asked and swallowed. Gio went silent. "I don´t want to hear the normal crap that Harry gave me, that Dougie is fine. Tell me the truth please," I told her and sighed. I could hear her sigh too. "I´ll tell you this because you need to know the truth," she started and took a deep breath. "Yes?" I pushed nervous now. "When you left him…you broke him beyond repair. The fact that you left for his sake doesn´t really matter now, it ruined him more than it helped him…" Gio told me and I dropped the phone. "Maria?" Gio´s voice changed into some kind of panic. "Maria, are you there?" she asked again even more panicky. I shook my head in disbelief and fell to my knees. I sobbed and cried harder than I´d ever done before. "Maria?" Gio asked again. I almost couldn´t hear it. I shook my head and tried to get back to reality. I had never expected Dougie to realize that I´d done him a favour by leaving him. "What about Adrianna and Christopher?" I asked desperate. I hadn´t seen my children in 2 years. I was not even there for their first birthday. "They´re fine," Gio promised me and I could hear in her voice that she was speaking the truth. "Good," I whispered and sighed. I couldn´t cope with the confusion that dominated my mind right now. Had I done the right thing when leaving Dougie back then? Had I really thought it through? Had I considered the consequences? No, would be my answer to the last two questions. I hadn´t really thought it through, and I hadn´t really considered what this would do to Dougie. I hadn´t considered the fact that it wasn´t good for children to grow up with only one parent. I hadn´t considered that it harmed my children too when I left. "Maria, are you still there?" Gio asked with a sigh. "I only wanted to hear your voice again, I didn´t mean to sound mad at you," she told me and it sounded to me like she was hanging up. I had been so relieved, when I´d heard her voice again. "Wait! Please don´t hang up," I whispered and I smiled to myself as we started talking about casual things after going through what had happened these past years. I could sense, though, that there was something that she was hiding.
Dougie´s POV:
Frankie suddenly got up. I was confused. We had just been lying there going at it when she suddenly shot up and got mad. She started gathering all her cloths and put it on as she went. I tried to find a reason for her to be mad at me and I couldn´t find any. I had been completely sober for the first time while having sex with her so I should remember. "I knew you´d never get over her," she told me and spat angrily as she had put on the last piece of cloth. I got up from the bed too and quickly grabbed my boxers. I hurried after her. "What did I do wrong?" I asked as I followed her through the house. "What you did wrong"? She asked with obvious frustration in her voice. She had stopped now and turned to me. "You called me Maria!" she spat angrily and ran out of the house. I followed her after a while. I had to collect my mind. "Frankie!" I called after her as I stood on my doorstep in underwear watching her run down the stairs and drive away in her car.
I felt hopeless. I couldn´t remember saying Maria´s name while having sex with Frankie. I felt confused. I needed Tom´s help on this. He always had good advice for me. Although this was pretty embarrassing to call your friend and ask for, I walked back into the house and called him. Tom promised that he´d come over when Gio would come home in half an hour since he was watching Isabella.
While showering I was thinking things through. Was I going to spend my whole life thinking that Maria would be my only love just because she was my first? Could Frankie be the one?
I finished my shower and quickly tidied my flat. I heard the doorbell rang. "Hey dude," I said as I opened the door. He smiled at me. "So what happened?" he asked and I opened the door wider. He looked around in my flat that wasn´t clean at all. I walked to the refrigerator and opened it. "Well, I might have called Frankie, Maria while having sex," I told him as I grabbed the beers. I walked back to the couch where Tom sat and threw the beer at him. He caught it and looked at me with a weird expression. "Dude? This is bad…" he said matter-of-factly. Like I didn´t know that before. "Thanks," I muttered sarcastically. There was silence while we both thought of things that I could do to save my relationship with Frankie. I didn´t want it to end this way.
The clock on my wall´s little tic-tock's was the only thing that broke the silence. It was killing me. I´ve always hated that clock, but Frankie thought it was adorable. After what seemed like an eternity, Tom raised his head. "Well, I don´t know that much about Frankie, but I think she´s romantic," he said and I looked at him confused. I must´ve looked like a big question mark because Tom sighed like he was going to retell it like I was a kindergarten student that didn´t understand what he was saying. "Before your song, "Too Close For Comfort" you could apologize. Tell the crowd that you know this woman that you care about and that you´ve messed up completely and ask for forgiveness, or something like that," he told me and I was thinking just a few seconds before I had to admit that it was a good idea. It had to be the perfect place to apologize to her and tell her how much I loved her. Then something hit me. What would get Frankie to come to a concert after this? She´d probably never wanted to see me again after this incident. I had hurt her feelings really badly. "And how do I get Frankie to come to the concert?" I asked looking at him seeking answer to my questions like a helpless child. "Leave that to me," Tom said and emptied his beer, placed it on the table and stood up. "I´ll see you later," he said walking to the hall. "Thanks!" I could only yell before he disappeared out of the door. I was sure that this was what I needed to get things back on track. I smiled to myself.