The Wright One

DAVID

What the fuck just happened? Everything was going perfectly. The girl of my dreams was across the table. We connected in a way that I never connected with another woman in my life. Then it was over. Just like that. She never wants to see me again. I am not going to allow that. I don’t care what the fuck I have to do, I am going to fix it. You don’t let the most perfect woman in the world just slip through your fingers. You grip on with everything you have.

I march back into the restaurant. I spot Cynthia at a table by the window with a couple of other girls. All rich snobs just like her. I took her on one date because my mother wanted me to. I never told her that we were going to be anything else. Fuck that was four months ago and I never even called her. What made her think that telling Megan we were engaged was ok?

When I reach her table, I make sure that she can’t miss my presence. I lean over the middle of the table and glare in her face. She at least has the decency to look scared. “David, what are you doing here?”

“You little bitch. What, you couldn’t handle that I didn’t like you and I liked her? You had to spout a bunch of lies. I don’t care what fucking lie you told yourself or her. But she is it. Not you. I am going to do whatever it takes to fix this fucking thing that you broke. You are never going to speak to her again. That is the woman that I am going to marry and I will be damned if you are going to fuck it up.”

The two women snicker at her. She obviously told them some shit too. She looks shocked. “David, your mother said that we were getting married.”

“My mother said she wanted us to get married. I told her no. I didn’t like you. She dropped the subject. There was never any agreement between us. You are vapid and shallow. I would never marry a mindless twit like you. You are so full of shit it should be leaking out of your ears. Just stay away from me and Megan. This is your last and only warning. Next time, I will make you regret ever saying a word to her.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I am still fuming mad when I leave that table. I can see that the restaurant is quiet and everyone is staring at me, but I really don’t give a fuck. I want everyone to know that she is messed up and I am with Megan. She is mine. It goes both ways. If Cynthia was a man I would have punched her. I would have punched her until she couldn’t see for a week. But sadly she is a woman and I would never hit a woman. So I can’t take out my anger on her.

I know where Megan is going. She would go home. At least that is where I am sure she would go. She doesn’t really know anyone else in town, except my sister. I guess she could go there. Fuck that is even worse. Not only would Megan not speak to me, but neither would Jasmine. Jasmine made it clear that I can’t hurt her. I didn’t though, fucking Cynthia did.

When the valet brings my car around I can’t get to her place fast enough. As a matter of fact I know I am speeding. So when the red and blue lights flash I am not surprised. What surprises me is seeing my brother at my window. “David, you were going twenty over the speed limit. I have to ticket you.” At least he looks regretful about it. There is nothing worse than having your own brother give you a ticket.

“William, I have to hurry. You see this girl.”

He sighs. “Look, I know it’s a bit of a joke to you and Justin that I did this instead of joining the company like you two did. But I like my job. Please don’t give me shit.” It’s like he expected an argument as soon as he knew whose car it was that he pulled over.

I groan. “This is nothing about that. You do a great job. I just really need to get across town. I was on a date and she ran out. A misunderstanding. I need to fix it.” I know my brother would understand the urgency.

“Can’t you just move on to the next one. Isn’t that what you do? I mean mom has enough dates lined up for you.” He doesn’t stop writing as he gives me shit. I love my brother, but he doesn’t need to do this. He could give me a pass.

“Aren’t you a detective? What are you doing writing tickets?” Is he just out here to fuck with me?

He takes a deep breath. “Unfortunately even though I am a detective they throw me on this beat sometimes to try to break me in or something. They still think of me as a kid. Much like you do.” He gives me this eye, to make it clear that he knows I don’t value what he does. But I do. He’s wrong there. I guess I just don’t show it all that much.

“William, I don’t think you are a kid.” I am trying to be reassuring, but the truth is I just want to get to Megan.

“Sure you do. Which is why you are trying to guilt me out of this ticket.” He nods his head to me.

“Ok, fine, I was speeding. I just really need to get to this girl. She’s the one. I’m telling you, this one I can’t let go.”

He leans on the roof of my car. “How come I never heard about her?”

“Because we kind of just met and she is Jasmine’s best friend so we were playing it slow.” I can see his eyes light up as I mention Jasmine.

“Oh, you are in so much trouble. Jasmine is going to kill you. What the fuck did you do?”

“I didn’t do it. That last chick that mom set me up with did. She told her that we were engaged, while we were on a date. She believed her. Took off and now I am trying to catch her. I love her.” I haven’t admitted that to anyone, hell not even myself. William was always the one that I could talk to. He has a very open heart. I thought he was going to be a therapist to be honest. But I guess being a cop is good too.

“Well, I still have to write you a ticket. Because I don’t need anymore shit. But I will also give you an escort. What’s the address?” There is my brother. He might get a little shit at work for the escort but he’s willing to take it.

I will gladly take the ticket as long as I can get to Megan. I give him her address and wait for him to lead the way. He flashes his lights without the siren but it gets people moving. Thank God, I got there faster than I would have without him. I guess it is good to have a brother on the force.

When we get to Megan’s I thank William quickly and run up to her apartment. I start banging on the door. Praying that she didn’t go to Jasmine’s. I calm for a second and press my ear to the door, I can hear her crying inside. Good, I got the right place. “Megan, honey, open the door. It’s a misunderstanding.”

Her sad voice carries through the door. “Just go away David. Leave me alone.” I can hear the sadness in her voice. It breaks my heart to hear it.

“Honey, I’m not leaving. I can’t leave you. I need you to listen to me.” I plead through the door. Praying it is enough to get her to open the door.

“I don’t want to listen. I just want to be left alone. I feel like an idiot.”

I feel this pain in my chest. “Honey, you are not an idiot. I love you. I’m not engaged to Cynthia. She lied. Yes, my mom wanted us to get married, but I went on one date with her and I couldn’t stand her. I told my mom no. It wasn’t going to happen.”

“What?” I can hear her sniffle, like she is trying to make sense of what I just said.

“Honey, I love you. I’m not with anyone else. I only want you. I never lied to you. I went on that date before I even met you. There was no overlap. I will call my mother right now to clear this up. But you would need to open the door honey.” I am begging. I never in my life thought I would be begging a woman to open the door for me. Just a simple little thing, but I’m scared if she doesn’t open that door, then I will never have another breath. I need Megan that much.

The door cracks open and I see her tear stained face. “Honey, please let me in.”

“How did you get here so fast? I thought I saw you go back into the restaurant.”

“I did, but my brother escorted me here. I don’t know if you knew that we have a brother with the police force. I told him what happened and he got me here. I went back in to tell that liar that she is never to speak to either of us again. I’m telling you honey, she lied. I love you.” I am still pleading with her. She has cracked the door, but she isn’t letting me in.

Just when I am terrified that she is going to slam the door in my face. She thrusts it open and leaps in my arms. I have never been so happy to have a person in my arms in my life. I grip her hard. Shedding tears of my own. She grips me just as hard. Her tears haven’t stopped. “Please don’t be lying. Please. I can’t handle it if you lied to me.”

“I’m not lying honey. I love you. You are the only woman in my life besides my sisters and my mother.”