45. Out of control
Andrea went back to Shane. I should have known it was too good to be true, I though angrily. She promised to give us another chance, and a week later she was running back into his arms. Now Andrea was marrying him.
All my plans to keep them apart had backfired. Instead of canceling the wedding they were moving it up. My Andrea was marrying that fucking asshole today. So much for Shane giving her space. I was waiting for my cell phone to ring, and he was planning a wedding. He didn't plan fair, I thought.
There was no way around it now. Shane had to die, and I was going to have to make sure that happened.
I found Andrea at the bar that night. I picked her to be my wife, and I made sure I got her pregnant. None of this was left up to chance, and I be damned if some fucking cop ruined everything I worked so hard for.
I lost my wife and daughter in a car accident. I remember the day it happened. I was at work, and my wife called my cell phone. I couldn't answer the phone. She did not leave a voicemail, and the question was always in my head what did she want? I'll never know. And after I lost my family I thought I never move on. Figured, I die of a broken heart.
Still, somehow I was able to pick up the pieces. I got new a job, and brought a new house. Started going out again, and then I saw Andrea. I was hooked the moment I saw her. I knew I had to have her. With one look I knew she was not only attractive but vulnerable. Her innocence and openness made her irresistible to me. I promised myself I wouldn't lose her. I had her right were I wanted her then Shane came into the picture. Now I was losing Andrea and my baby. There was nothing I could do to stop the wedding, and I felt completely out of control.
I got in an airplane chasing Andrea to stop this wedding from happening. It did me no good. She was marrying Shane today. I didn't have enough time with Andrea, I thought . If I had only a few more minutes. Now was out of control of the situation. But only for the moment. Andrea would return to me, I thought getting on the airplane to fly home. I relaxed on the plane ride home. I dreamed of Andrea's soft skin, blonde curls, and angelic face.
"You're be home soon, Andrea," I said softly looking a picture I had of her in my wallet.