Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

stepped out of the bedroom and overheard Kyle asking her if she had told me something. I walked

over to where they stood.

“Tell me what?” I asked as I looked at Ellery. She was pleading with Kyle to be quiet for both

their sakes. I didn’t know what the hell was going on. All I knew was that Kyle was trying to tell me

something, and Ellery was scared shitless; I could tell by the look on her face. Kyle didn’t listen to

Ellery and looked directly at me with cold eyes. I looked over at Ellery as tears started streaming

down her face.

“She has cancer, but she refuses to go and get treatments; she’s just going to let herself die. That’s

why I left her. I couldn’t sit there and watch her die,” he said.

I froze. I didn’t believe it. Kyle looked at Ellery, said he was sorry, and he walked out the door.

My heart started racing and it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I looked at Ellery as her

tears flowed freely from her eyes. I was too scared to hear the answer to my next question.

“Ellery, is that true?!” I yelled.

She flinched at my raised voice and nodded her head. “Yes, it’s true,” she cried.

I clenched my fists and tightened my jaw. “You’ve known your cancer was back even before I met

you, but you still hid it from me after everything we’ve been through? What kind of person are you?!”

I screamed at her. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was confused and in disbelief. My skin grew hot,

and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Please, Connor, let me explain,” she pleaded.

I was so angry that I couldn’t see straight. “Explain what? What’s left to explain? Were you just

going to tell me one day that you were dying? And why the fuck aren’t you getting any treatment?”

This didn’t make any sense to me. Why would she just refuse treatment and let herself die? Who does

that sort of thing?

“Please, calm down, Connor,” she pleaded.

“Calm down? You expect me to be calm when I just found out that the woman I love and want to

spend the rest of my life with is dying? I don’t want to hear anything from you. You make me sick,

Ellery. I can’t do this; I can’t even look at you.” I was blinded by rage, and my emotions were out of

control. I turned towards the bedroom. Ellery followed after me and grabbed my arm.

“Please, Connor, don’t do this; let me explain.”

I jerked my arm away, and she fell back onto the floor. I turned and looked at her, my voice now

calm, but pained. “Your dizzy spells and your tiredness, it’s all part of the cancer. You’re getting

worse, and you knew it, but you still didn’t tell me. I bared my soul to you. I told you things nobody in

this world knows. I shared myself with you. How could you do that to me, Ellery?” I asked as my

eyes filled with tears. I walked to the bedroom and slammed the door.

I paced back and forth across the floor. My breathing was still rapid, and my heart felt like it had

been broken into a million tiny pieces. There was no way that I could drive with her back to New

York, so I pulled out my phone and booked her on the next flight back to New York. I grabbed my bag

and opened the bedroom door. As I was walking towards the door, Ellery jumped up.

“Connor, wait, please,” she begged.

I turned around and pointed at her, “Stay away from me. I booked a flight for you back to New

York; it leaves in two hours, so compose yourself and be ready. I’m driving back by myself. I can’t

stand to look at you right now, let alone ride in a car with you for 10 hours.” I walked out of the hotel

room and left the love of my life alone, scared, and crying. What kind of person was I? I questioned

myself as I got inside the Range Rover and gripped the steering wheel as tight as I could. I picked up

my phone and dialed Denny.

“Hello, Connor. How’s your trip going?” he asked.

“Denny, Miss Lane will be arriving on a flight from Michigan in about four hours. She’s on flight

#282, and I need you to pick her up, then drive her back to her apartment.”

“Is everything ok, Connor? You sound upset,” he asked.

“Miss Lane and I will not be seeing each other anymore, and I don’t want to discuss it. I just left the

hotel, and I’m heading back to New York. Just make sure you pick her up from the airport and take

her home.”

“Very well, Connor. I’ll be there to pick up Miss Lane.”

“Denny,” I said before he hung up.

“Yes, Connor?”

“She’s probably going to need you to comfort her when she steps off the plane. Please be there for

her,” I said.

“No problem, Connor. You know I’m very fond of Miss Lane.”

I hung up the phone and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. My mind was racing and reliving the

conversation with Kyle