Chapter27
Her shoulders trembled, her body shaking with the effort of holding back a complete emotional collapse. Despite her back being turned to me, I could sense her inner turmoil, her struggle to maintain a semblance of control. The memory of her seizure still haunted me, the image of her convulsing body etched into my mind like a scar.
And now, to see her fighting to stay upright, to not succumb to the overwhelming pain and anguish, was a sight both heartbreaking and humbling. Her resilience was a testament to her strength, a strength I had callously taken for granted, and ultimately, betrayed.
“If you care for her even one bit, leave her alone for now,” Dexter urged, his voice firm but laced with a deep concern, as he grasped my shoulders and nudged me gently but firmly towards the door.
I hesitated, my eyes fixed on Karissa’s broken form, but Dexter’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into my skin like a plea. “I’m leaving, but I’m not giving up,” I declared, my voice barely above a whisper, as I wrenched myself free from Dexter’s grasp.
The words were a promise, a vow to myself that I would find a way to make things right, to prove my love and devotion to Karissa, even if it meant giving her space now. I took one last look at her, etching the memory of her tears sokaed face into my mind, before turning and walking away, the mountains of my mistakes and regrets heavy on my shoulders.
Just as I needed a moment to collect my thoughts, my phone rang, shrill and insistent.
Thesitated, wondering if I was ready to face the fallout, but my sister’s frantic voice on the other end left me no choice. “Keith, where the fuck are you? What’s happening? Why did Karissa upload that post? Oh god, did you cheat on her? Come to your place ASAP, Dad and I are already here,” she yelled, asked, and ordered all at once, her words tumbling out in a frantic jumble
I felt my heart sink, knowing I had to face the music, and that my family was about to be dragged into the mess I’d created. With a sense of dread, I turned and made my way home, unsure of what lay ahead, but knowing I had to confront the consequences of my actions.
