Standing between me and my pleasure
Sadie's pov
What have I done to myself? I didn't even give Justin a chance to explain his side of the story. Does this mean I don't trust him? But it wasn't my fault. I saw him with that woman on the bed, who else should I believe? If it wasn't for Daisy, who kept informing me about her mom's plan, my relationship with Justin would have ended. The moment I get home, I need to find an opportunity to apologize to Justin. I have to tell him that I'm sorry for the way I treated him, even when he followed me to the bar and made an effort to make me believe him. Still, I abandoned him and went into the bar and I was already feeling I had broken up with him.
While thinking about how to reconcile with Justin, I also reflected on how I treated Daisy. Is there a way to tell her about the DNA test results? Every time I look at her, she seems like a lost child to me. I must find a way to tell her. If I don't, my conscience will continue to trouble me. In our relationship, she has shown more faithfulness to me than I have to her. But under what circumstances can I tell her? This was the last question I asked myself before Daisy parked the car in front of her dad's house. Lost in my thoughts about apologizing to Justin and revealing the truth about Daisy's birth, I lost track of time.
"Why are you stopping? Have you made up your mind to go back to the bar?" I asked Daisy.
"We're home!" She sounded cheerful. I turned to look and realized that we had indeed arrived home. It was already dark outside. We got out of the car and walked towards the front door. Daisy led the way and didn't bother knocking and she opened the door with her keys.
We entered the house, and it was eerily silent.
"Dad! Dad!!” Daisy called out as she climbed the stairs towards her dad's room, while I sat down on the couch in the living room. I started feeling nervous about confronting Justin. As I sat there, I could hear Daisy knocking on the door and calling out,
"Dad! Dad!! We're home."
After a few minutes, she came back down the stairs and said,
"My dad isn't home." She took out her phone and dialed Justin's number. It rang and rang, but he didn't answer. She tried calling again, but the same thing happened. The phone screen showed that the call went unanswered. Where could Justin have gone? I wondered. My heart raced as I started thinking that my behavior had made Justin leave the house. Unless Justin had traveled, he should have been home by now.
I clasped my hands together, and before I walked towards my room, Daisy hugged me.
"Thanks for telling me everything. I promise to repay your kindness soon.”
"What do you mean?" Daisy smiled, oblivious to what I had planned for her. But I had made up my mind. I needed to find a way for Daisy to learn that Justin wasn't her biological father without it affecting Justin and my relationship.
"Your visit has already compensated for whatever you think you owe me," Daisy said, returning her hug as I prepared to go to my room.
"Can you sleep alone?" she asked, wanting to follow me.
"I will. Thanks for your concern," I replied, and she watched me as I walked into my room and closed the door. As soon as I shut the door, I felt a surge of energy. I paced around my room, murmuring to myself, trying to figure out how to express my words to Justin. I knew he was angry with me right now. Eventually, I leaned against the wall, holding my phone in my right hand, and dialed his number.
As the phone started ringing, I began tapping my legs on the floor, feeling my breath quicken, and I was looking at my phone ringing, but he didn't answer.
"Please pick up your call," I whispered to myself, dialing his number again. This time, I sat on my bed, my heart pounding. The phone rang for the second time, but Justin still didn't answer. However, I wasn't ready to give up. I dialed his number again, and it started ringing.
"Please pick up, please pick up," I repeated to myself, blinking my eyes rapidly. It was agonizing. The effects of the alcohol had worn off, and I felt as if I was alone in the middle of an ocean. Despite my repeated calls, Justin refused to answer. Then I decided to send him a text message, giving him the benefit of the doubt that he didn't have his phone with him, even though I knew I was lying to myself to cope emotionally. I opened the messaging app on my phone and typed the following:
"Dear Justin, I am deeply sorry for the way I acted a few hours ago. It wasn't my fault; I couldn't bear seeing you with another woman. Daisy had secretly told me everything, and it wasn't your fault. I love you with all my heart, and I will always love you until the end of time. It felt as if I was set on fire when I saw that woman removing your belt. I had always planned to give you my whole self, and I expected the same from you. I am sorry, please forgive me. I can't sleep, I can't lie down; I'm just pacing around my room with a restless heart and mind. If I still hold a place in your heart, please respond to my message. I am willing to do anything to make our love survive the toughest storm. I don't mind coming to wherever you are right now. Nothing can stop me, not even my fear. Where are you? I am longing to kiss those lips that you promised were mine when we started this relationship. Please, where are you? Deep down, I know you will never abandon me. I am in love with you."
I hesitated for a moment before pressing the send button, knowing that this message could change everything between us.
I sent the message and saw that it was delivered. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen of my phone as I waited for a reply. Each passing second felt like a heartbeat. When I couldn't wait any longer, I collapsed onto my bed, lying on my back, and started crying. Tears streamed down my face, falling onto the surface of the bed. Without wasting any time, I started thinking that Justin must have been with another woman who prevented him from seeing my calls and messages. I made a fist with my right hand as if I was ready for a fight against any one who comes my way in loving Justin.
A few minutes later, I heard a knock on my door, followed by Daisy's voice.
"Sadie, are you okay?" she asked. Frustrated, I remained silent, not even realizing that I had been repeatedly slamming my feet on the ground as I thought about Justin. When Daisy noticed my lack of response, she left the door of my room.
I had lost all hope, and I grabbed my pillow and pressed it against my face as if I was suffocating myself out of an agony world. It was at that moment I heard the notification sound of my phone. I quickly stood up and grabbed my phone. Without even opening the message, I saw Justin's name on the screen. I immediately wiped my eyes and opened the message.
"If you wish to come, meet me in room number 32 at the White Rose Hotel..." I didn't even have the patience to read the complete message before I jumped up. My heart was racing, and I quickly replied to his message,
"Justin, I'm coming. I love you."
I ran to the mirror and saw that I looked disheveled, with my hair all over the place. Without waiting to fix myself up, I rushed into the bathroom and quickly took a shower. I dried myself, applied lotion, and combed my hair, all in a hurry. Just as I was about to put on my dress, a thought struck me, and it immediately made me pause.
"What will I say if Daisy finds out that I didn't sleep in the house? What can I tell her?" It was the first time I stood still for a few seconds, searching for a reasonable answer.
"I don't care. I need to see Justin right away. He's my happiness, and he's all I want."
I turned off the light in my room and quietly came out to see if Daisy was still in the living room. Boom! As expected, she was still there pressing her phone. I needed to find a way to leave the house. There were two other doors, but I thought the keys to those doors were out of my reach for now.
"How can I leave?" My heart started pounding again, and there was no way Daisy would allow me to go out at this time of night, especially after she had insisted on bringing me home from the bar. I had to wait until she left the living room. So I went back to my room and continued pacing around. Suddenly, my phone started ringing, and it was Justin calling.
Knowing that I was going to meet Justin had already stirred up my emotions, and I knew what would happen when I saw him. With that in mind, I didn't want to give Justin the impression that I couldn't find a way out of the house. I answered the call, and Justin asked,
"Are you still coming?"
"Yes, I am," I whispered.
"Please come quickly, I can't wait to hold you in my arms."
"My body is yours! Please wait for me."
For the second time, I cautiously left my room and went to check the other two exit doors. As I expected, they were locked, and the keys were with Justin. Why hadn't he left the keys in the mouths of the doors? He had put me in a difficult situation. I had no choice but to return to my room.
After waiting for about ten minutes, my pounding heart started causing chest pain.
"Are you sure Daisy is still in the living room?" I asked myself. I shrugged and ventured out of my room for the third time. When I opened the door, I saw Daisy, but this time, she wasn't sitting down; she was lying on the couch with her eyes closed.
Why was she sleeping on the couch? Doesn't she have her own room? Or was she waiting for her dad to come back? I kept asking myself, and amidst these thoughts, a surprising idea came to mind.
"Walk through the living room quietly; she won't notice you."
"What about opening the front door?" I questioned myself, but all I could hear was,
"Go, take this risk. You need to meet Justin tonight, or he might be with another woman." My heart raced again, and Daisy was the only thing standing between me and my pleasure.
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