The Wreckoning Chapter 19: Last Day

I told you to expect a slew of posts all at once.  lol  Again, I hope a few of you liked it.  I know it was a weird one.
Depending on its popularity I may write a sequel if the inspiration hits.  Thank you for reading.

Now onto the final chapter of The Wreckoning.

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“So that’s everything?”  Robyn asks looking down at the big cardboard box that sat on the floor between us.  It was February 4th, a year to the day since our adventure together had begun.

I nod.  “All but my mask.  I earned that.  Everything else though.  From D1 all the way up to Goliath and everything in between.  Calendars too.  It’s all there.”  I shift nervously as the awkward silence falls between us.  “What are you going to do with it all?  Most are too big for you.”

She shrugs, her eyes refusing meet mine.  “I thought…if you’re ever in the mood…”

“Robyn.”

“I know, I know.  You need to talk to Dylan.”  Another silence.  “He’s going to hate me.”

I couldn’t even argue. “He’s probably going to hate me more.  But I love him Robyn, I have to try.”

“I know.  He’s a lucky man.  I’m going to miss you Missy.”

“I’m going to miss you too.”

“Ha!  When we started this I told you that I’d never let you hurt me again.  Little did I know.”

My heart bleeds for her, I felt it too.  “Aw babe.”

“If it doesn’t work out with Dylan…”

“I know.”

The clock on the the ticks the seconds away as we stand quietly in the front hall of my house.

She clears her throat and swallows her emotions.  Shifting the topic she asks.  “How’s the new assistant working out?”

“Fine.”  I reach out and take her hands in mine, I wasn’t about to let her change the topic.  I hold them tight.  “Hey.  We always knew this day was coming.”

She nods and laughs, though there is no mirth in it.  “I know.”  At last she looks up to meet my gaze.  “What are you going to tell him?”

“The truth.  I owe him that at least.”

“You’re a good woman Missy.”

“Hm.”  I smile a bittersweet smile.  “I don’t know about that.”

“I do.”  She brings my hand to her lips and kisses it slowly and tenderly.  “Pixania saved her Princess in the end.  I owe you everything.”

I smile and stroke her cheek.  I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her one last time but I knew it would hurt too much to let go again.

“Before you go.  The video.  How?  Who?  I need to know.”

Shame and guilt wash over her face as her head bows.  “Oh god.  Promise you won’t hate me.”

“I couldn’t if I tried.”  I chuckle softly. “Trust me, I tried.”

“Missy…everybody knew about the video.  Most of our graduating class anyway.  Jordan put it up on the internet a year after it happened.”  She sighs forlornly.  “Dylan and Bobby did what they could to contain the damage but not before it was seen a few hundred times.  They made everyone swear to keep their mouth shut, they even threatened Jordan with a lawsuit.  It’s been taken down since but…god, I’m sorry.”

“Dylan…knew!?”

“He knew.  He knew all along.”  She nods.  “When I came to you a year ago it was on hope and a prayer that he had protected you from it.  I thought you’d know but I tried anyway.  I couldn’t believe it when it actually worked.”  She covers her eyes with her hand.  “I tricked you.  I’m so sorry.”

I stand stunned.  Dylan had known this whole time!?  Why didn’t he tell me?  Why didn’t anybody tell me?  Had I just spoken to Dylan or anybody else none of this would have happened.  I felt stupid, angry, foolish, and downright wretched.  All of it directed only at myself.  Most of all I felt ashamed of not trusting my husband to begin with.  I was so sure that he would leave me if he saw that video but now I realized just how badly I’d misjudged his love for me.  A mistake I would never make again if given the chance.

“What are you going to do?”   She asks, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Throw myself at his feet and beg for forgiveness.”  I whisper.  “What else can I do?”

“A blowjob.”

I laugh despite myself, the quip breaking the tension in the house.  “Robyn!”

“Just saying.  It couldn’t hurt.”

I walk around the box and bring her into a big hug.  Not the hug of a lover but of a good friend.  She hugs me back.  I finally let go and take in a deep fortifying breath.  “I should get going.  His flight’s due in an hour.”

“Hey, call me sometime.”  I say with a twinkle in my eye.  “My Skype is always open.”

“I will.”

“And Robyn.”

“Yeah?”

“Leave the box.”  I say.  “He might throw me out on my ass, and I won’t blame him if he did, but by god I’ll give him a show to remember first.  It’s about time Dylan met Missy.”

She nods, seeming to understand.  “Very well.  It’s all yours.”  She hugs me again.  “I love you.”

“I know.”

“Talk to you soon?”

“Definitely.”

She steps back and straightens herself out.  “Good luck.”  And with that Robyn turns and walks out of my house.

I stand in the empty hall and listen to her car start up and drive away.  “I love you too.”

I take the box up and place it proudly in the center of our bed.  I look around the freshly cleaned room.  The laptop was moved, the mirror back where it belonged, everything just as it had been one year ago today.  Grabbing my keys and coat I head to my car to go meet my husband and discover what my future would bring.

The End