Someone Like you by stephanie lyon (large ebook reader TXT) 📖

top of my head, I was sobbing and couldn’t bring myself to say anything so I just nodded. “Just give him time” he repeated. I listened to his heavy footsteps get lighter and lighter than the screen door shut.

 

He was right I needed to give him time, and it would give me time to try and fix the damage I created in the first place.

Chapter Two

 

I curled the last strand of my hair before studying myself in the mirror, being a southern girl I usually didn’t have much black but I found a strapless short dress that went a little higher than my knees, it was short, but  not enough to be slutty, It was my grandma’s she had good taste I guess. I sat on my bed, and put my boots on.

 

Today was grandma’s funeral, and almost two weeks sense I saw Dakotah, he hasn’t come back sense the day I got here, I keep hoping he will but he hasn’t and each day it seemed less likely he would, and I hated myself for putting him in this position I was the one that left, I was the one who had this coming. Tears stung my eyes but I got them before they smeared my make-up. It didn’t hurt any less than it did from day one, but I couldn’t even begin to feel his pain because I know why he left me, he had no clue why I left him.

 

The knock on my door scared me, grandpa left an hour ago to arrive before others, at least that’s what he said I knew it was because he wanted to say goodbye to grandma one more time alone. I was gonna take my truck and meet him there.

 

“ come in” I said curious to see who was here, it was probably Willy, he’s been coming to see me every other day, checking on me and telling me to give him a little more time, I could tell he genuinely thought that Dakotah would come around but every day I wait it starts to seem less likely.

 

Willy walked in a black button down shirt and black khakis, he looked handsome, but he always has. I had a school girl crush on him sense elementary school, but he’s more like my brother than anything, he was the reason I gave Dakotah a chance.

 

Dakotah was your popular quarterback that could have any girl he wanted, he didn’t believe in love, so when he took an interest to me, for months I wouldn’t give him the time of day. It was Willy that told me to give him a chance that he genuinely liked me and wasn’t trying to sleep with me. Two weeks after our first date we were a couple and the year and a half after was amazing, he gave me that feeling you only saw in movie’s or heard about in books. And he wasn’t afraid to show me he felt the same way, on our one year he gave me a promise ring, and told me one day it would be an engagement ring.  I honestly thought nothing could tear us apart, that we’d be that couple that everyone wished they were.

 

“Hey your grandpa called me and asked me to come pick you up, he didn’t want you driving alone” Willy said coming in and sitting next to me on the bed. I let out a small laugh I loved my grandpa he was the only father figure I had growing up, but he worried too much, and I was afraid that would put him in his early grave.

 

“Okay, I’m ready” I said getting up and grabbing my phone from the dresser.

 

Willy stood up and opened the door for me, I smiled and walked in front of him, he did the same with the front door and I locked it before we started walking to his truck. He didn’t say anything, but with Willy it wasn’t uncomfortable like it might have been with someone else. When we got to his truck he opened my truck, getting a laugh out of me.

 

“Such a gentleman” I mocked climbing in his truck.

 

“Shut up” he said laughing.

 

On the way to the church blasting country music and singing, I noticed it distracted me from all the problems in my life right now, and I was so thankful to Willy for that.

 

When we got to the church people were arriving, I saw people I knew from high school, and others that I didn’t probably what we call “new townies” grandma was much loved so it didn’t surprise me the amount of people showed up.  I looped my arm with Willy’s so I wouldn’t lose him in the crowd as we made our way into the little white church.

 

“I’m surprised no one from school as said hi to me” I told Willy taking a seat next to grandpa in the first row. He muffled his laugh, why was he even laughing at that. “What?”

 

“They will when they realize it’s you Fay, you have to remember it’s been almost a year and a half and your hairs darker, your boobs bigger, and your stomach is actually smaller” he laughed trying to keep it to a whisper.

 

I looked down at my boobs which made Willy laugh. I elbowed him then turned towards the preacher who was about to start talking.

 

“We are gathered here to celebrate the life of a beloved, wife mother, and grandmother who lived a life free of selfishness and greed. Susanne Marie Bailey was” the preacher ranted, I blocked him out knowing if I listened any longer I’d start crying. My momma  died giving birth to me, my grandma was my only mother figure, and I was having enough trouble not breaking down with the loss of my grandma and Dakotah, I knew if I let myself go I’d destroy myself.

 

I was still trying to think about anything else besides where I was and why I was here, and my life in general when someone came up to me.

 

“May I sit here” a male voice asked quietly not trying to disturb the preacher. I looked up and I froze. All I could do was sit there and stare at him, his flawless features, then the memories came rushing back and I forced myself to look away, before I let myself cry. I moved closer to Willy he looked at Dakotah then at me and gave me the “I told you so” look. I shook my head and got a confused look back.  When Dakotah sat down something in me snapped. I got up and ran out of the church, leaving through one of the side exits making sure I didn’t interrupt the service. When I was outside I took of my heels and ran through the grass, no wonder why I lost so much wait, all I did was run.

 

Run away from here, Dakotah, everything that could hurt me I run from.

 

I ran until I came to the pond and just dropped down on to the grass, this is what I wanted, I wanted him and when he finally stops hating me long enough to talk to me I run. I was pathetic.

 

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I knew who it was, and just by the way his hands were all rough.

 

“You should hate me” I mumbled looking at the pond. The pond we use to go to look at the stars, the place where he first told me he loved me, and the place he took me and gave me the promise ring. Everything important happened at this pond, I guess that’s why I ran here without thinking and probably why he decided to look here.

 

“I tried to Faith, trust me I tried like hell to hate you” he replied with a calmness in his voice. “I thought hating you would easier than missing you.”

 

I stood up and looked at him tears rolling down my cheeks, my make-up smeared, and mud on my dress. “You remember the night I left-“

 

“Like it was yesterday” he interrupted making me cringe, he sounded so pained when he said that.

 

“Do you remember what I asked?” He didn’t even have to think about it more than a couple seconds before nodding his head.

 

“you asked if I remembered when we talked about moving in and starting a family together, and I told you yeah and I still wanted to after graduation and when had the money to support us” he said with a pain stricken faith, I could tell that night really hurt him.

 

“I ran because” I said before I started sobbing again. Dakotah stepped forward but I help up my hand telling him to stop. “I can’t tell you, but I can show you, take me to my grandpa’s and I can show you everything you need to know.”

 

“Okay “he said blankly walking back towards the church. I followed wiping my make-up away from my face, even though it was pointless I knew I’d start crying again any second. I knew he wouldn’t take the reason well but he had to know, Bentley was his son and Dakotah unlike me deserved to know and have closure. Even if he didn’t forgive me for this, at least He knew, and he didn’t think I left because I didn’t love him or didn’t have a reason.

 

When I got in his truck, uneasiness overwhelmed me the last time I rode in his truck was the night I left, the night everything changed. I got my phone out and texted Willy knowing he would freak out when the service was over, I knew my grandpa would kill me for leaving.

 

 

Hey, Im going home with D. he deserves to know. I can’t tell him so im gonna show him. Xoxo.

 

 

Thankfully the church was ten minutes in the house, even though it felt like hours before we got there I was relieved to get out of the truck. I use to love being in that truck but now all it did was cause pain. I jumped out and without saying anything I headed for my truck. I grabbed the box from the passenger side floor and slammed the door and headed to the porch, I could hear Dakota’s boots heavy behind me. When I got to the porch I dumped the letters out on the porch the looked at Dakotah.

         

   “I thought about sending them, but I knew you’d come for me” I whispered sitting on the steps. He sat on the other side and grabbed a letter. Opening it my heart started to race, this was the moment of truth; he’ll either leave today hating me or understanding why.

         

   “Dakotah I never meant to hurt you, I thought leaving was the best, you had so much to look forward to in your life, and I couldn’t live with myself if I stopped you” he began to read out loud, then he stopped and read it to himself, I knew this letter by heart, it was the letter I wrote the night I gave birth to Bentley I even put a picture in the envelope.

          

  I could tell when he got to the part about why I explained why I left and why I was in