Blame It On The Pain Episode 42
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🧏 Blame It On The Pain FORTY TWO:
(Alyssa)
I have to close my eyes at the thought of Jackson.
I went out to my car the next day and found my purse along with the necklace he got for me. I also dug my phone out and wept while I read all of his text messages.
I didn’t even think about it, I hopped in my car and went straight to his apartment.
Where he proceeded to ignore me for hours upon hours.
So, I left and came back the next day.
Only to face an angry Tyrone.
He didn’t want to speak to me…but after he saw the state I was in…he relented a little.
He said that Jackson wouldn’t go into much detail about it, but that he saw me with some other guy at my house.
Apparently, he came to my house to talk to me that night and showed up just as Ford got down on his knees and I was screaming that I loved him. He left shortly after that and never looked back.
I never thought it was possible to hate Ford more. But, I really only had myself to blame.
I should have been honest with Jackson and I should have kicked Ford out of my life a long time ago.
I told Tyrone…well, it was more like begged Tyrone to talk to Jackson for me and set him straight.
I told Tyrone to tell him that what he saw between Ford and I wasn’t what he thought it was.
The verdict?
It didn’t matter. Jackson was done with me.
I still wasn’t done with him yet, so I made one final attempt.
This time, it was Jackson himself who answered the door. He never let me get a word in, but I’ll never forget what he said- “I’m all out of fucks to give. Maybe Ford can give you a few.”
Then he slammed the door in my face and locked it.
Yup…I hurt him that much.
And I never, ever got a chance to apologize to him or explain what happened.
I tried for two weeks straight to make things right. But the same thing happened every time. Tyrone would come out and tell me to go home. Nothing was going to change.
It got to the point where even freakin’ Lou-Lou was looking at me with pity whenever she saw me in the apartment lobby.
I didn’t want to, but I had to let him go.
I can only hope, that our paths will cross again one day.
TO Be Continued
