Playing at Forever - By Michelle Brewer Page 0,65
his head. “You’re equally as responsible for this as I am. Hey, you might even be more responsible. As I seem to recall, you were the one who brought it up.”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Tommy. You are, without a doubt, the last person I would want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Her words stung. Tommy sat there, a million cruel words ripping through his mind like a tornado. But he said none of them. “I have to get out of here.”
“That’s probably a good idea.” He told her.
She disappeared behind her bedroom door, emerging several moments later and leaving without so much as a single word in his direction. Tommy stared down at the empty mug in his hand, the urge to throw it almost too much to deny.
His phone rang again and, this time, Tommy left it on the countertop, walking toward Penny’s bedroom. The blankets were slightly ruffled up, a few shoes scattered along the floor.
It wasn’t such a mess.
Not like his life was, anyway.
The framed copy of their marriage license sat on the desk and he picked it up, staring down at their names. Penelope Davidson, she had signed it. It didn’t even look all that sloppy.
How could this have happened?
Something caught his attention on the floor and he set the frame down, bending over to pick up the DVD case. He stared at the cover, vague images of the chapel crossing his mind.
He was already walking to the living area and putting the DVD into the player before he was even aware he wanted to watch it. He fast-forwarded until he came to the menu, finding three options waiting for him. ‘Why are we getting married?’, ‘The ceremony.’, and ‘Our promise to each other.’.
He selected the first option, he and Penny immediately filling the screen. They looked happy, both of them smiling their brightest possible smile.
“Do you want to go first, or should I?” Penny was asking him. She giggled, nodding her head. “Okay, I’ll go first. I am marrying you, Tommy Davidson, because you are the only boy who has ever made me feel like I’m beautiful. And because it was so hard for you to promise that you wouldn’t leave me again. And because…” He watched as she shifted her gaze to the floor. “Because I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” he told her, touching his lips to her hand. “So now it’s my turn?” Tommy was afraid of what he might have said. He was afraid to even watch it.
“I am marrying you, Penny Lane, because you are the only girl I have ever really loved. And because, from the moment I saw you, I knew that I would never find someone better.”
The video faded out with Tommy staring down at Penny while she grinned happily.
The ceremony was exactly what he had expected—quick and painless. It ended with a kiss and Tommy announcing that he was officially the happiest he had ever been.
He groaned now, shaking his head.
The last section was short and sweet, much like the first.
“I promise to tell you the truth, from now until forever.” She told him.
“And I promise to do everything in my power to make you happy.”
Well, what a bang-up job he’d done so far.
He turned the power off and ejected the DVD, deciding he would hide it away forever.
He could never let anyone see it, least of all Penny.
If it hadn’t already been released, that was.
He sighed, shoving the DVD in his bag.
He would lock it away, just like he was going to try to do with his feelings.
It was for the best for everyone, he thought.
But first, he wanted a chance to make it up to her. He wanted a chance to enjoy the dream, because he knew that it wouldn’t be long now before it all came crashing down around him.
It had been several hours since she had left the room and Tommy had gone through a great deal, trying to arrange a special evening for the two of them.
He was just about to go in search of her—although he would have no idea where to begin—when he heard the door open and close, followed quickly by her bedroom door doing the same.
After a few minutes, he rose to his feet and crossed the room so that he could press his ear to her door. He heard the shower running and allowed himself to hope that—maybe—she had calmed down by now.
His hopes were dashed the moment she emerged from the bedroom several