As I walk to my car I see Justin has already beat me there.
I study him. He's crying. He looks pathetic.
I feel bad for him. But if I show weakness he will start again. I want to help him. I really do but I can't . It's complicated .
"Hi Justin." I wave at him. He looks up at me, his eyes red with tears.
"What happened?" He sobs. I feel a pang of sadness, but I fight it down. No weakness Darcy.
"You happened, Justin . You hit rock bottom." I say as nicely and calmly as possible.
"Ima pathetic mess!" He sobs harder. I hug him. He slaps me.
I'm taken back a bit. I glare at him.
I know he's mad but I don't want to deal with him.
"Get out of my car!" I growl at him .
He obeys me. I start the car. I'm furious.
I showed a little affection just to be slapped in the face literally .
"Darcy!!!!! Please forgive me!!! I'm sorry!!" He cries.
I turn around and look at him. It's pouring out there. He's shivering and drenched.
I open his door.
"Get in." I say and he gets in
"Darcy please fix me." He cries over and over again.
I really have no choice.
"Ok" I answer