10-29-2020, 06:39 PM
Rivulets of rain poured down the window as Vickie stood gazing hopelessly into the night, her hair matted to her wet face.
"Stop it, Vickie. You knew this was going nowhere."
The tone of Scott's voice had no trace of the future he'd once promised her. The change in him since leaving for college was extreme, and her sweetheart was gone.
"I knew nothing of the sort. You said we'd be together, and someday we'd marry. Someday we'd have a home, and a family. I believed you wanted that. I really believed it," her voice broke into a sob.
Scott walked toward her as he put on his jacket. "I do want those things, Vickie. I just don't want them right now."
She turned to face the troubled shadow of the man she'd once known. "You just don't want them with me."
He said nothing.
Vickie knew that things had spiraled out of control for him. He was taking some strange new drug that had shown up on the streets. She'd seen him looking at other women. He got drunk every day. Maybe she really had known deep down inside that things were going wrong, but she didn't want to believe it.
Now it was over.
After that night, Vickie decided she would put her every waking moment into her career. The endless hours of pursuit gave her an escape from the seething bitterness that grew and grew, eating a hole through her very core. Everything turned dark and twisted. Inside, Vickie had become an ugly thing. All those years ago, she swore she would never love again, and she didn't. Until...
"Stop it, Vickie. You knew this was going nowhere."
The tone of Scott's voice had no trace of the future he'd once promised her. The change in him since leaving for college was extreme, and her sweetheart was gone.
"I knew nothing of the sort. You said we'd be together, and someday we'd marry. Someday we'd have a home, and a family. I believed you wanted that. I really believed it," her voice broke into a sob.
Scott walked toward her as he put on his jacket. "I do want those things, Vickie. I just don't want them right now."
She turned to face the troubled shadow of the man she'd once known. "You just don't want them with me."
He said nothing.
Vickie knew that things had spiraled out of control for him. He was taking some strange new drug that had shown up on the streets. She'd seen him looking at other women. He got drunk every day. Maybe she really had known deep down inside that things were going wrong, but she didn't want to believe it.
Now it was over.
After that night, Vickie decided she would put her every waking moment into her career. The endless hours of pursuit gave her an escape from the seething bitterness that grew and grew, eating a hole through her very core. Everything turned dark and twisted. Inside, Vickie had become an ugly thing. All those years ago, she swore she would never love again, and she didn't. Until...
