Chapter 17: My Mistakes
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Dylan
“I Dylan Ohmsford Reject you Meghan Ohmsford as my mate!”
I jerk awake as that sentence runs through my mind once more. The alarm blaring in my ear is the other reason I’m awake. That one line has haunted me for the last nine months.
Flashback
Niky, Justin, and I had just broken out of the hospital, and for some reason I thought it was a good idea to come back to the house. Meg was asleep in our bed, so I crept quietly around the room getting a bag together. I hated doing this to her, leaving without a word, but I was no good for her. I would only bring her more pain, and I couldn’t stand the hope in her eyes that I was going to get better.
I was about to leave when Meg sat up suddenly. “Dylan?”
I stood as still as a statue hoping she would lay back down, but she turned the bedside lamp on instead. “Dylan what are you doing here?” Her eyes trailed over me, and I heard Jackson whimper at the panic in her eyes. “Why do you have a bag?”
“Go back to sleep Meg.” I commanded softly.
“No!” She yelled. “Tell me what is going on.”
“I’m leaving Meg.” I snapped. “I’m no good for you. I need to go get my head cleared, but I can’t do that here.”
“Dylan please don’t do this.” Meg stood up and walked to me and I flinched. “Please we can figure it out.”
“No Meg.” I shook my head. “I can’t do this. I can’t be around you.”
“Why not?” She yelled.
“Because you keep looking at me like I am your whole world.” I yelled back. “You have hope that things will get better, and they won’t.”
“So, what you were just going to leave without saying a word to me?” Meg yelled. “You could have talked to me. What about the kids?”
“I don’t want to talk to you Meg. Don’t you get that.” I was In her face now. Jackson was growling at me for how I was treating her, but I needed to get out of here. Now I know how Justin felt all those years ago. “You and the kids are better off without me!”
“Says who?” She screamed.
“Says me.” I snarled and gently pushed her back.
‘I won’t let you leave.” She steps closer.
“You don’t have a choice.” I growl.
“What the f**k does that mean?” She whimpers, and my heart breaks, but I shake it off. I need to get out of here.
“I, Dylan Ohmsford reject you Megahn Omsford as my mate.” I didn’t wait to see if she accepted, I honestly didn’t care at the time. I passed Atlas in the hall who glared at me as he ran to his Mom. The next thing I know I was in some pub in Ireland. I rented a room and started drinking away my pain.
End Flashback
I staggered out of bed and into the bathroom. I avoid the mirror at all costs these days. I know I look like s**t, but at least I shower. I don’t have a choice. Molly, the owner won’t serve me if I don’t. I finished showering and headed downstairs to begin my day. I was lucky that I wasn’t cut off from my bank account. Meg would have every right to.
My eyes water slightly at the thought of my beautiful mate. I wish now that I could go back in time and undo that mistake. I know that she never accepted the rejection, but that doesn’t mean that she would take me back. Molly was behind the bar when I come in.
“Dylan aren’t you ever going to stop?” Molly asks. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”
“Maybe.” I grunt as she pours me whiskey.
“I see you showered at least.” She mused. “Maybe you should try shaving.”
“Shaving requires a mirror, and I don’t want to see myself.” I snap.
“Whatever.” She looks pointedly at my empty glass. “I’m just saying hon, maybe try to ease up. It’s ten in the morning.”
“Just pour me another Molly.” I growl.
I was nursing my sixth glass of whiskey when the bell on the door rang indicating that someone else was here. Molly greeted them, and I finished my glass waiting for another. The stool next to me moved as the person sat down. “Go find somewhere else to sit.” I snarled.
“I think I like this seat just fine.” The person said and my head shot up.
“I’ll be damned.” I grinned. “My brother, Justin Ohmsford in the flesh.”
“Hey Dyl.” Justin smirked. “You look like shit.”
“f**k you.” I snapped. “Where the hell you been anyway?”
Molly went to refill my glass, but Justin waved her away. “He doesn’t need anymore.”
“Excuse me.” I yelled.
“Dylan, let’s talk.” Justin said calmly. “A lot has happened, but I think it’s time to go home.”
I thought about it for a second, then shook my head. “No.”
“At least hear me out.” Justin sighed.
“Fine.” I snapped. “I’ll listen, but when you are done I am going back to drinking.” I looked around. “Where’s Niky?”
“In New York.” He told me. “Now I will tell you my story if you tell me yours.”
“Fine.” I grunted.
Justin looked me up and down before nodding. “It started nine months ago.”
“What did?”
“I relapsed Dylan.” I sat up straighter when he said that. “I woke up three months ago I guess. I looked like s**t, had no idea what happened, and apparently six months had gone by, and I was high the whole time.” Justin looked pale while he was talking. “So, I got myself straight. No one else could do for me. I went to rehab for three months, and now I’m here.”
“Okay.” I tilted my head.
“Once I’ve got you on the straight and narrow, we are going to find my wife, and then when we know she’s back in one piece we are going home.” Justin told me.
“What if I don’t want to go home?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Justin asked.
“I rejected Meg.” I mumbled.
“You did what?” He yelled.
“When we broke out, I went home to get some things, and Meg woke up and found me leaving. We got into a huge fight, and I rejected her.” I told him.
“What the f**k Dylan!” Justin yelled. “Have you lost your f*****g mind!”
“Maybe I have.” I screamed. “My life fell apart after all of that bullshit with Bastion.” I was crying now. “What they did Niky was awful.”
“I know Dylan, I was there.” Justin sighed.
At this moment I was glad that Justin and I were the only ones in the room. Molly had gone back to the kitchen. Justin pulled me into a hug and let me cry. I had f****d up my whole life in less than twenty-four hours. Once I calmed down Justin leaned back. “Did she accept.”
“No.” I shook my head.
“Then there is hope she will take you back.” Justin grinned. “Call her.”
“I can’t call her.” I groaned. “She probably won’t answer.”
“You won’t know unless you try.” Justin laughed. At this moment, he was the biggest asshole I knew. Why? Because he had my phone and had already dialed Meg’s number and put it on speaker.
It rang a couple of times, but then Meg’s soft voice answered. “Hello?” I sat there frozen. “Dylan is that you?” Meg whispered “Please be you.”
Justin kicked me in the leg. Hard. I hissed. Meg sighed. “Well, if you aren’t going to talk I am going to hang up, I have a lot of work to do.”
“Wait.” I yelped as the line went dead. Justin was already dialing her again.
“Dylan or whoever you are. I don’t have time for this. Stop calling.” Meg snarled.
“Meg wait!” I yelled, and Justin flinched.
“Dylan?” She gasped.
“Yes.” I winced. “Justin’s here to.”
“And Niky?”
“Not yet.” Justin answered for me. “Look Meg we all f****d up when we left, but we are trying to be better, and hope to be home by Christmas.”
“Christmas is three months away Justin.” Meg said gently.
“I know, but Dylan needed to talk to you.” Justin handed me the phone and then walked away.
“Meg.” I whispered.
“Dylan.”
“I am so sorry.” I cried. “I don’t deserve you, but Meghan baby, I want to get better and come home.”
“You’re right you don’t deserve me.” I winced at the anger in her voice. “But do you mean that? Are you going to come home?”
“Yes baby.” I whisper. “I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness, please Meg.”
“If you are serious-“ She paused. “If you are serious Dylan, I will have some conditions.”
“Of course, Meg.” I gulped. “Anything.”
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