True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts That We Knew ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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Non Anime: True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 105 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 105 | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter 2
After I hang up the phone with my boss, Amelia and I eat a quick breakfast, and discuss what needs to be done for the trip.
"Amelia, I feel bad about you paying for the trip for me. I feel like I should cover my own way," I say, starting to doubt my decision to go with her.
"Sookie, don't be ridiculous. My dad's paying for it. And he loves you, so he'll be more than okay with it," she says chomping down on a piece of bacon.
I finish the rest of my breakfast in silence, and start to think about how I am going to get all my stuff back from the apartment I shared with Bill. The only thing I can think of is going when he is at work, and starting then. I ask Amelia if she will help me, and when she agrees, I call Jason to see if he'll help with the heavy lifting, which he agrees to. We decide to go over tomorrow, since it will be Thursday and he'll be at work, around 8:00 in the morning.
When we finish eating and Amelia is cleaning up our dishes, we decide to go and get my passport, and since we only have 5 days to get it, we'll have to pay the stupid fee for it to gets rushed. I head to the guest bathroom and slap on a little makeup, and throw on some of Amelia's clothes so we can head out.
As we are driving into town, I realize that I am going to need my proof of residency, and have Amelia drive by the apartment I shared with Bill. When I see his car isn't there, I run inside and get the cable bill which is in my name, an old envelope, my birth certificate, and my social security card. After that, I lock up and run back out to the car, so we can be on our way.
"Amelia, she never even left last night. There are two mugs in the sink, and her coat is sitting on the dining table," I say, wishing that this had never happened. "I wish I just hadn't found out. I'd still be blind and happy, telling him I loved him every night."
"Sookie, don't think like that. The last thing you want is to be in the dark about something like that. It's best to know. It may hurt like a bitch, but would you rather have found outafterwedding?" she asks, making a good point. The wedding was only 4 months away, and I would have been devastated. Not to mention, leaving him would be a lot harder then.
Tired of talking about it, I turn on the radio to the local rock station, and let myself relax, listening to Disturbed. When we finally arrive at the government office, it doesn't take too long to get everything sorted out. I'd always heard that government employees were a pain to deal with, but that woman who helped us was very understanding, and made sure that everything would get pushed through on time. We leave the office, and decide to head to a local Panera Bread for lunch. The bread bowl is a guilty pleasure of mine.
When we order and sit down in a little booth, Amelia sets in heavy on me. "Sookie, are you gonna take him back?"
"Meels, I just don't know. I am so mad at him right now I could spit. But I think I still love him. I don't think that I could just suddenlystoploving somebody. I don't know if that's even possible. Maybe I'm just attached to him, you know? Like I just don't know what to do with myself, and can't imagine not being with him. I don't want to take him back, but if we were to walk in here right now, I don't know what I would do." By the time I am done with my spiel, I am close to tears, and feel the familiar lump back in my throat.
Amelia doesn't say anything; she just reaches across the table and takes my hand. By that time, our food has arrived, and I dig into my comfort food—French onion soup in an enormous bread bowl, covered in cheese. As I am eating, I think about the situation that I am in. This trip to Paris will be good to clear my head, and get some perspective on my situation. I think I'm done with dating for a little while now, though. I don't want to get caught up in something like this again. It's the most painful thing, giving your heart to someone, who can't appreciate it, and not reciprocate.
We finish eating and head back to the car and head back to her apartment so she can show me the place where we are staying, and discuss finding a different place, since I'm going now too. We get back inside and she opens her laptop to show me the current place. It's a cute little hotel, with one bed and one bathroom. Nothing too huge or extravagant. She says she only picked the place to piss her dad off, since he wanted her to stay in a chateau. She says, however, that she thinks the hotel will be too small, even if we were to get a two bedroom room.
And then we find it. The perfect place. It's a chateau style hotel, with two bedrooms. It has a kitchen, living room, huge balcony with a view of the city, and two full bathrooms. When we see it, we absolutely fall in love with it, and book it for the whole months that we will be in Paris. With the room, booked, the trip feels more real, and I can't wait.
The next day, I wake up and pad out to the living room to get coffee. Today is the day that we are going to clean my stuff out of the apartment. I sit at the table, just staring, letting my coffee get cold when I hear Amelia enter the room. She immediately comes over and wraps her arms around me, giving me a huge hug. We part, and she gives me a knowing look, and refreshes my coffee for me.
When it is time to leave, I just wear my paramedic uniform—I'll just change when I have more of my clothes available. We end up taking separate cars so we can haul more stuff over when we are done, and take fewer trips. We get to the apartment, and I just sit in my car for a couple minutes. I finally get the nerve to get out of the car and walk to the front door. When I walk in, I see that the place is trashed. There are dirty dishes everywhere and take out containers all over the counter. Oh well, not my problem anymore. I do notice, though, that the tramps things are finally gone. We start working in the extra bedroom, since most of the stuff in there is mine anyways, especially the books. When we are done in there and have the boxes labeled, we head into the kitchen and pack up in there. I take all of the utensils that I purchased, as well as all of the small appliances that I purchased.
By the time we are done in there, it is nearing 10:30, and I see Jason's truck pulling up out front. I run out the front door, and wrap my arms around him.
"Hey, Sook, it's alright. We'll get your stuff out of this asshole's place soon," he says, as he hugs me back. We walk inside and he sits me down at the table. "Tell me what happened."
So I tell him. I tell him about walking in and seeing the two of them in bed together. I tell him about leaving that night and staying at Amelia's house. I tell him about the fact that I don't even know if I'm that sad. And finally, I tell him about the trip to Paris. By the time I finish, he is pacing the small kitchen area.
"I don't like that you're goin' so far away, sis," he says, concerned.
"I know, Jason, but I need to do this. I need to be away from this place."
He nods his head, and I decide to leave it at that. We eat a little bit of lunch, and decide to tackle the living room next. I don't know if I can handle doing the bedroom until I absolutely have to. Fortunately for me,Ipurchased the 50" flat screen. He deserves that bit of misfortune. We finish in there, and the only place left to clear out is the bedroom. I walk in, and just decide to do it, and not think too much about what I have to do. I pack up all of my clothes and shoes from the closet, and then get my things from the dresser. I also purchased the dresser, so all of his things end up lying on the bed. When I finish there, I go to the bathroom and gather everything in there, and then am done. Jason hauls all of the boxes to the front door, and lets me do another walk through of the apartment, to make sure I didn't forget anything. I pick up a few things along the way to toss onto the top of the first box I see.
When I am done, I have Jason take the boxes to each of our cars, and try to fit them all inside. Luckily, they do fit. I take one more look around the front room, and set my key down on the counter, where my ring was still sitting. I lock the door behind me, and walk out of my old life, ready to step into whatever awaits me.
Chapter 2
After I hang up the phone with my boss, Amelia and I eat a quick breakfast, and discuss what needs to be done for the trip.
"Amelia, I feel bad about you paying for the trip for me. I feel like I should cover my own way," I say, starting to doubt my decision to go with her.
"Sookie, don't be ridiculous. My dad's paying for it. And he loves you, so he'll be more than okay with it," she says chomping down on a piece of bacon.
I finish the rest of my breakfast in silence, and start to think about how I am going to get all my stuff back from the apartment I shared with Bill. The only thing I can think of is going when he is at work, and starting then. I ask Amelia if she will help me, and when she agrees, I call Jason to see if he'll help with the heavy lifting, which he agrees to. We decide to go over tomorrow, since it will be Thursday and he'll be at work, around 8:00 in the morning.
When we finish eating and Amelia is cleaning up our dishes, we decide to go and get my passport, and since we only have 5 days to get it, we'll have to pay the stupid fee for it to gets rushed. I head to the guest bathroom and slap on a little makeup, and throw on some of Amelia's clothes so we can head out.
As we are driving into town, I realize that I am going to need my proof of residency, and have Amelia drive by the apartment I shared with Bill. When I see his car isn't there, I run inside and get the cable bill which is in my name, an old envelope, my birth certificate, and my social security card. After that, I lock up and run back out to the car, so we can be on our way.
"Amelia, she never even left last night. There are two mugs in the sink, and her coat is sitting on the dining table," I say, wishing that this had never happened. "I wish I just hadn't found out. I'd still be blind and happy, telling him I loved him every night."
"Sookie, don't think like that. The last thing you want is to be in the dark about something like that. It's best to know. It may hurt like a bitch, but would you rather have found outafterwedding?" she asks, making a good point. The wedding was only 4 months away, and I would have been devastated. Not to mention, leaving him would be a lot harder then.
Tired of talking about it, I turn on the radio to the local rock station, and let myself relax, listening to Disturbed. When we finally arrive at the government office, it doesn't take too long to get everything sorted out. I'd always heard that government employees were a pain to deal with, but that woman who helped us was very understanding, and made sure that everything would get pushed through on time. We leave the office, and decide to head to a local Panera Bread for lunch. The bread bowl is a guilty pleasure of mine.
When we order and sit down in a little booth, Amelia sets in heavy on me. "Sookie, are you gonna take him back?"
"Meels, I just don't know. I am so mad at him right now I could spit. But I think I still love him. I don't think that I could just suddenlystoploving somebody. I don't know if that's even possible. Maybe I'm just attached to him, you know? Like I just don't know what to do with myself, and can't imagine not being with him. I don't want to take him back, but if we were to walk in here right now, I don't know what I would do." By the time I am done with my spiel, I am close to tears, and feel the familiar lump back in my throat.
Amelia doesn't say anything; she just reaches across the table and takes my hand. By that time, our food has arrived, and I dig into my comfort food—French onion soup in an enormous bread bowl, covered in cheese. As I am eating, I think about the situation that I am in. This trip to Paris will be good to clear my head, and get some perspective on my situation. I think I'm done with dating for a little while now, though. I don't want to get caught up in something like this again. It's the most painful thing, giving your heart to someone, who can't appreciate it, and not reciprocate.
We finish eating and head back to the car and head back to her apartment so she can show me the place where we are staying, and discuss finding a different place, since I'm going now too. We get back inside and she opens her laptop to show me the current place. It's a cute little hotel, with one bed and one bathroom. Nothing too huge or extravagant. She says she only picked the place to piss her dad off, since he wanted her to stay in a chateau. She says, however, that she thinks the hotel will be too small, even if we were to get a two bedroom room.
And then we find it. The perfect place. It's a chateau style hotel, with two bedrooms. It has a kitchen, living room, huge balcony with a view of the city, and two full bathrooms. When we see it, we absolutely fall in love with it, and book it for the whole months that we will be in Paris. With the room, booked, the trip feels more real, and I can't wait.
The next day, I wake up and pad out to the living room to get coffee. Today is the day that we are going to clean my stuff out of the apartment. I sit at the table, just staring, letting my coffee get cold when I hear Amelia enter the room. She immediately comes over and wraps her arms around me, giving me a huge hug. We part, and she gives me a knowing look, and refreshes my coffee for me.
When it is time to leave, I just wear my paramedic uniform—I'll just change when I have more of my clothes available. We end up taking separate cars so we can haul more stuff over when we are done, and take fewer trips. We get to the apartment, and I just sit in my car for a couple minutes. I finally get the nerve to get out of the car and walk to the front door. When I walk in, I see that the place is trashed. There are dirty dishes everywhere and take out containers all over the counter. Oh well, not my problem anymore. I do notice, though, that the tramps things are finally gone. We start working in the extra bedroom, since most of the stuff in there is mine anyways, especially the books. When we are done in there and have the boxes labeled, we head into the kitchen and pack up in there. I take all of the utensils that I purchased, as well as all of the small appliances that I purchased.
By the time we are done in there, it is nearing 10:30, and I see Jason's truck pulling up out front. I run out the front door, and wrap my arms around him.
"Hey, Sook, it's alright. We'll get your stuff out of this asshole's place soon," he says, as he hugs me back. We walk inside and he sits me down at the table. "Tell me what happened."
So I tell him. I tell him about walking in and seeing the two of them in bed together. I tell him about leaving that night and staying at Amelia's house. I tell him about the fact that I don't even know if I'm that sad. And finally, I tell him about the trip to Paris. By the time I finish, he is pacing the small kitchen area.
"I don't like that you're goin' so far away, sis," he says, concerned.
"I know, Jason, but I need to do this. I need to be away from this place."
He nods his head, and I decide to leave it at that. We eat a little bit of lunch, and decide to tackle the living room next. I don't know if I can handle doing the bedroom until I absolutely have to. Fortunately for me,Ipurchased the 50" flat screen. He deserves that bit of misfortune. We finish in there, and the only place left to clear out is the bedroom. I walk in, and just decide to do it, and not think too much about what I have to do. I pack up all of my clothes and shoes from the closet, and then get my things from the dresser. I also purchased the dresser, so all of his things end up lying on the bed. When I finish there, I go to the bathroom and gather everything in there, and then am done. Jason hauls all of the boxes to the front door, and lets me do another walk through of the apartment, to make sure I didn't forget anything. I pick up a few things along the way to toss onto the top of the first box I see.
When I am done, I have Jason take the boxes to each of our cars, and try to fit them all inside. Luckily, they do fit. I take one more look around the front room, and set my key down on the counter, where my ring was still sitting. I lock the door behind me, and walk out of my old life, ready to step into whatever awaits me.