All Chapters of Relinquish - His Second Chance : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sebastian "Seb," Bethany calls as I walk down the hall to our bedroom after gruesomely arguing with my toddler as I put Melody down for the night.She's sat on her chair just inside our bedroom door, much as she has been since she appeared. Her legs crossed, hands in her lap as she looks at me sternly. "My love," I can't help but grin, knowing that we'll have the night to ourselves, that we can reminisce and talk for as long as my body allows me to stay awake this evening."You need to be more forgiving with Melody; she's missing me," she warns, her distaste for my previous short temper evident. She always did disfavour my temper when it got the better of me. Sighing, I sit on the bed, facing her as I have done every night since she appeared. Her beautiful face beamed back at me as she tried not to smile despite her evident anger. I play with her, smirking to myself, encouraging her lack of control as she beams at me before shaking her head. I always was able to make her bashful,

Sebastian"It's lovely to see you again, Seb. How have you been?" Laura, the shrink, asks me as I take a seat opposite her in the barely decorated room that she uses for such sessions within her home.It's white and bare in here, which is a massive contrast to the rooms I've walked through to return to her office.Laura is a middle-aged woman with blonde hair, voluptuous. She is pretty in an understated kind of way, and she's vibrant; her house portrays that, yet this room is as mundane and as dull as they come. "Things have... passed," I admit.I've always found it terribly hard to talk, emotions not having been something my father taught me whilst I grew up. In his words, a man should be the pillar of strength. And it is expected that he remains the strength whilst the woman falls apart repeatedly.Yet I have no woman now, so..."It's been a few months since we last saw each other; how has the grieving process been treating you?" She asks me, hitting the nail on the head as to why

SebastianWe crash through the door, our lips connected as I grab ahold of her waist, pulling her body back against mine as I lift her up, encouraging her legs around my waist in booze-filled excitement and trepidation.I push her against the wall, closing the door to ensure our privacy in this moment of... intimacy—my hand splays beside her pretty face, which I've studied many times.Her cute button nose, thick lips and pronounced chin are all characteristics I've seen for many years.Her tongue darts out, moistening her lips in her usual nervous trait, yet it encourages me to suck it into my mouth, tasting her saliva that still has the lingering taste of a Cosmo.I haven't kissed this way in a while, in fact..."Seb," she says, pulling at my hair as I drop my face in her breasts, kissing my way down between the valley of her mounds.They are far larger than..."Suck my nipples," she requests, waylaying my thoughts for a second time.I kiss the skin there, smelling the sweet scent of

ResentmentSebastianResentment comes in the following hours as Josh sits beside me in the accident and emergency department as I await stitches to be placed in my knuckles.I created more damage than I thought, punching my way through some sort of vessel that hadn't stopped bleeding.They've numbed me up, and I'm waiting for that to take effect before being taken back again.I'm not too fond of it here, the sterility of the place; I've never liked hospitals and probably never will. But considering recent events, I hate them even more.That's why I internalise my hatred for myself, jumping on the bandwagon of self-loathing, as that might fix everything that's wrong in my life."You're an idiot. Why didn't you reach out? You must have known we'd be here for you," Josh admonishes me, bringing me out of my sour thoughts only to verbalise my self-loathing of my situation."What was I to say? 'Hey, Josh. I want to drink myself into oblivion because my wife's dead and buried?'"He gives me

Depression Sebastian We took Melody home that Sunday evening as Josh silently drove us home. She sat back in her car seat, quiet as could be, staring out the window as she held onto her favourite teddy. There was so much I wanted to say to Josh, so much I wanted to doubt myself over, but I didn't want to say it within her earshot, so I decided not to say anything at all. Yet dread sat at the base of my stomach as we neared my home. The most challenging part of this whole thing was the thought of laying my problems on Josh's shoulders. He was moving in with me, taking responsibility for my behaviour and, if he was telling the truth, my child, also. I pitied him and equally felt sorry for him that I, his best friend, had dragged his bachelorhood down, saddling him with the pair of us as I navigated this new life that had been thrust upon me. To my surprise, Charlotte had been at my home when we arrived, her Clio in the driveway next to my car, enlightening me to the fact that sh