Ghosted Read online Free books by J.M. Darhower

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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 138072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
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I shake my head. Even if I tried to explain it, she wouldn’t understand. “Look, I don’t want to get into this with you. Tell me what you’re really doing here, Ser.”

“I told you—I miss you. And since we’ve had some time apart, I thought maybe you’d miss me, too. Maybe we could give things a try. Maybe—”

“It would never work.”

“It could,” she insists.

“It wouldn’t.”

She looks hurt by that. “We were good together.”

“No, we weren’t,” I say. “We’ve been over this before. It was a fucking mess. When we got high, it was fine, but the moment we came down, we couldn’t even stand to be in the same room.”

“That’s not true,” she says. “I’m here right now.”

“You’re high.”

“Oh, fuck you! So, I’m high. That doesn’t have anything to do with how I feel about you.”

“It does,” I say. “It has everything to do with it.”

She glares at me.

This conversation isn’t going anywhere.

It never does. We’ve had this same argument half a dozen times this past year, ever since I stopped using. She doesn’t understand why things had to change, why I started treating her differently.

But she and I have a history that isn’t healthy. She’s part of the cycle I had to break. I was numbing myself, killing myself, but it wasn’t just the drugs and alcohol I’d been indulging in. Thousands of dollars in psychiatry bills taught me the real problem was my behavior. Go the same places as before, with the same people as before, and you end up doing the same shit you always did.

So I cut it all off. All of it. Even the sex.

Sober and celibate, everything felt different.

“Are you fucking that woman, Johnny?” Serena asks, her voice scathing. She’s losing her high. “Did you come here and start fucking again? Fucking her?”

“That’s none of your business.”

SMACK.

Stinging rips through my cheek as she slaps me, hard, my head jarring. I take a step back, moving away from her.

“I’m not doing this with you,” I say as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Call Cliff. He’s probably worried.”

I start to walk away, to head for the apartment, when she calls out to me, her voice cracking. “Wait, Johnny. Please.”

“Take care of yourself, Serena.”

I stall in front of the apartment and look down at the discarded dandelions, ripped to pieces. Sighing, I glance behind me and find the parking lot empty, Serena gone.

I feel like an asshole.

I can’t get anything right.

Strolling over to the patch of grass, I pluck a single dandelion from the ground. I’m grateful to find the apartment unlocked. Kennedy lingers right inside and eyes me warily.

I glance around.

I don’t see Madison.

“She’s in her room,” Kennedy says.

I head that way, finding her sitting on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs as she picks off the polish on her little fingernails. I stall when I glance in the trashcan beside the desk in her room. Usually full of paper from discarded drawings, I see a familiar doll on top. Maryanne. She threw her away.

I pull the doll out, carrying it as I crouch down in front of Madison. I hold the dandelion out. “I know your flowers got messed up, so I picked you another one.”

She takes it carefully. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I say. “Do you want to tell me what made you upset?”

She shrugs.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

She nods.

“I had fun, too. You looked pretty in your dress.”

She smiles, staring at the dandelion.

She won’t look at me.

Sighing, I sit down on the floor. “I know this whole thing must be confusing. I wasn’t around, but now I am, and I’m Breezeo, but I’m also your dad. You see me kiss your mom, but Breezeo kisses Maryanne. And then it looks like Maryanne shows up and hugs me in front of your mom. Hard to keep up with what’s real, huh?”

She nods.

“Well, like Breezeo, Maryanne’s a story. The woman outside, her name is Serena. I work with her. I’m not going to be kissing her like I kiss your mom. When I kiss your mom, it’s real.”

She meets my gaze.

“So I don’t think you should take it out on poor Maryanne.” I shake the doll at her. “Breezeo loves her, just like I love your mom.”

She takes the doll. “Does Mommy love you?”

“She did.”

“But not no more?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But it’s not her fault. I took her love for granted.”

“What’s that mean? Taking her love for granite?”

I smile at her mix up. “It means I didn’t show her how much I loved her, like I should’ve.”

“You can do it now,” Madison says. “Just pick her more flowers and tell her she’s pretty, and then she can love you.”

If only it were that simple.

“I’ll have to remember that,” I say, getting to my feet and ruffling her hair before turning to leave. I make it a few steps before she calls out to me.



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