***Dahlia's POV***
I was stupid to even come. I should've known she would've kicked me out. But Mariana is so stubborn for not even trying to listen to me. She could've at least listened to me, that's all I was asking for. Instead of trying to dwell in my sadness, I pulled out my phone and texted the one person I felt like I could rely on anymore.
Daddy, may I come over?
Not right now, Princess. I'm a little busy.
Too busy for your Princess? :(
Yes. Now get home and do your chores. I'm sure your place is fucking disgusting. Don't bother me when you get there. I'm busy.
Yes, Sir.
After Mariana had caught Gerald and I, the relationship we had built with each other just wasn't the same. No, we were never affectionate with each other, everything was strictly platonic, but he was just so distant now. He did and said things that hurt my feelings, would ignore me for hours, and really only contacted when it benefited him.
I called out for a taxi to take me home. I didn't have a car, but by design. Why own a car in a busy ass town when you can just take a taxi or train? It saved me money, but did take more time some times.
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I wish Mariana would just talk to me. I want to explain everything to her. Should I have done that in the beginning? Of course, I knew where I faulted, now. I remembered how badly my cheek had throbbed and how it bruised nicely after Mariana had backhanded me, but I deserved it for hurting the woman. Any touch from her, I'd take. No matter how much it hurt. Maybe I should text her? Explain over text, instead of just telling her we need to talk. Maybe if she can read it all out, she'll understand.
Mariana, I hope you didn't block my number.. I want to explain... Ever since that night, you won't talk to me. Which is your choice, within reason, but I just want to explain. Gerald, he's nothing to me. He'll never really be nothing to me. This is hard for me to say, so please don't judge me. But I'm what you would call a Little. I'm into a kink called DDLG. I was terrified you would leave me. I was wrong, oh so wrong, especially for how you found out. I was so wrong, I was so awfully wrong for having him in our home. But I never saw that as disrespecting you. It was strictly platonic.
Silence.
I swear, everything was platonic. He never touched me besides small hugs? Or when I would sit in his lap. I was disrespectful to you. To our relationship. I should have told you, I should have discussed it with you. Please text me back, I want to explain to you.
I sat on my sectional in the living room, toying with my phone for over an hour, repeatedly checking for new messages to come in. Still nothing. Maybe she did block my number, I did really hurt her. I don't even really deserve to think about her.
*Thump thump. Thump thump.*
I jumped as the device vibrated against my chest.
Dear lord, please let it be her.
Looking down at the screen, her name appears on my phone, and my stomach drops. Not realizing how terrified I'd be for her to actually reply. I can't go back now, so I open the message and could feel the tears start to build up.
Why are you even texting me? I don't care.
My heart crushed into a million of tiny little pieces.
Did you not read what I sent? I want you to realize how much I fucked up. That I now know how much I hurt you.
Dahlia, I don't fucking care.
I'm begging you to understand.
Stop texting me.
Baby, please. I am dying without you!
Then fucking die already.
Harsh.
Can we talk? In person? Without you dismissing me again?
Goodbye, Dahlia.
Wait, wait! Please tell me what I can do.
You can stop texting me. We're done. Over. Never getting back together. Or whatever Taylor Swift said.
Mariana, I'm being serious. What can I do?
So am I. Stop texting me.
Thirty minutes passed, and I started sweating nervously. I could feel the beads of sweat starting to form on my hairline. Maybe she truly is finished with me. It's been months since our breakup, and I was still trying to get her back. Maybe she was finally tired of me trying to do that, and just blocked me. Then my phone vibrated again.
Tomorrow, if you've got plans, clear them. You'll be coming over. With Gerald. This is your last chance. I want to know what he's got that I don't.
I wanted to vomit. What did she want me to do? She wanted me to bring the man that ruined our relationship BACK to her home. Maybe she planned on humiliating me, outing me maybe? I couldn't hold back. Maybe I could win her back this time.
What time?
Eleven. Bring all your shit for this session. I want to see what you're interested in.
We'll be there.
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