She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13 - Sex Stories

She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

... already swept where the snow was remaking the thin layer of white he had just gotten rid of. “You know what? I do.” He gestured back to the garage. “I’ll sweep, you put down the Ice Melt behind me, okay?” “Sounds good.” “Come on.” He brought me into the garage and handed me a bucket full tiny blue pellets and a small scoop. “You’re just going to sprinkle a little bit where I sweep. I want my driveway black, not blue.” “Got it.” He took the sweeper and swept away the snow right in front of the open garage port, revealing the black asphalt underneath. I dug the scoop into the pellets and quickly sprinkled the pellets over the revealed ground. Mr. Hannigan nodded in approval. “All right,” he said, “Let’s get to work.” It was slow, repetitive, and tedious. Just the sort of thing I needed right now. Waiting for him to sweep away the snow, sprinkling the Ice Melt, moving forward a little bit…lather, rinse, repeat. But it kept me focused. Didn’t let my mind wander. We didn’t speak, him being too focused on making sure he didn’t leave any area untouched and me not being in a very talkative mood to begin with. Before long, the snow had piled up enough to where the sweeper just disappeared into the snow bank without actually moving it. Mr. Hannigan slapped his gloved hands together and said, “Hang on. Gotta get the shovel.” “Okay.” He walked away, beating out the end of the sweeper, and my mind started to wander back to my sadness. I looked up at Kayla’s window, at the far end of ...

... the house. Had she looked out to see who her dad was talking to? Could she even hear that far? Did she look out when I got home since I usually got off at the same time every weekend? I stared through the thick flakes but the window looked dark and empty. This distance was usually nothing. Normally, I could have been at work and felt her. But now, with what happened this morning…that window was looking very, very far away. And she was in that room, sad and angry and hurt. Because of me. And I couldn’t do anything about it. Everything I could think of involved me talking to her, in person or not, and I couldn’t. I was forbidden from contact until…until what? She forgot? She forgave? Why wouldn’t she do that right away? She said she believed me that it wasn’t on purpose. I felt just a little bit of anger. At her. This was tearing me apart and if she would only realize that I didn’t mean to do it, then it would all be fine. Why was she dragging this out? Hell, she had to be feeling just as bad as I was. Why couldn’t…why couldn’t she just… The tears started coming in, freezing right away to my eyelids and I rubbed them away painfully. I don’t think I had ever felt this low, not even when I had first found out that Craig Version 1 and Kayla were together. Mr. Hannigan came back out with a shovel and saw me staring up at her window. “She’ll be better soon, Jack,” he said, smiling at me, “She’ll probably text you tonight.” “Sure,” I said, highly doubting it. We returned to the work, ...