Chapter 2

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I decided to give Larry's POV for this chapter, to give a bit more twist to the whole thing. Hope you enjoy it. :)

Larry:

It was Christmas morning, and Larry was standing on the doorstep of his parent's house, hesitating. It was snowing and cold, and he knew he could walk in without knocking, knew his parents were waiting for him. But, his thoughts were racing. How would he tell them? Casually mention it and then sip his coffee? Wait until they asked?

The door suddenly opened in front of him, and his mother stood there. Warm air and the smell of honey baked ham followed her. "How long are you going to stand out here?" she asked him with a look of concern on her face. She held out her arm. "Come on, get in." She gently guided him inside and led hi into the kitchen, where his father was sitting, reading the paper.

"Hey, there he is. How are you son?" He said, smiling.

Larry didn't know how to respond. He hadn't really sorted out all of his feelings yet. Angry? Devastated? Over it all? Most of all, he still felt confused. He stood there with his mouth slightly open for a second, then said "I'm doing okay. How about you guys?"

His mother walked over to the counter to fix him some coffee while he sat down at the table. "Oh we're fine. You know us. Boring old people." She set his coffee down on the table next to the present he had brought them, then sat down across from him. "You still getting married to that woman?" She asked him, cutting right to the chase as usual.

Larry took a moment to look at his cup, to gather his thoughts corrently. Then he looked up at them and said "Actually, no. I'm not." They stared at him silently for a moment, so he said "We broke up."

"What?" his mother said.

"I said to wait before getting married, not abandon her." His father said, surprised as well. "Why?"

"Well, I had a talk with the girl she was dating." He took a sip of his coffee.

"The one she dated when she was a lesbian?" his mother asked. Larry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, that girl." he scratched his head before continuing, then recounted the encounter with her the week before.

"Oh that girl was probably lying." His father said before looking him in the eyes seriously. "You trust a prison girl over your own fianceè? Please, Larry. She's in prison, and she's acting different. I get it. But that's no reason to run away from her when you get scared. She's probably scared too, with all these hard, criminal women who has done god knows what to get in there in the first place! You kknow what the wedding vows say, right? They promise that through thick and thin, sickness and health, you will stick it out together." He looked over at his wife, who was smiling at him. He took her hand and kissed it, then looked back at Larry. "You talk to her as soon as you can, and tell her that you want to try again. Maybe not now, maybe you can let her have this little fling through her sentence, and then see what happens when she gets out. I don't know that much about her, but from what I've seen when she comes over, I know this: She loves you. Undoubtedly."

Larry was looking at his hands on the table now, feeling ashamed. What had he done?