I woke up to the pitter-patter of rain. My clock read 7:46 AM, but the darkness could fool anyone into thinking the sun was yet to rise. It fit my mood perfectly. I had the worst night of sleep in my entire life. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fight I had with Tori the night before. I had gone way too far. Sure, I had a reason to be emotionally distressed at the moment, but that didn’t meant that I could take it out on anyone else, especially Tori. She was the one thing in the world that I treasured above anything else, and that was after being with her for only a few weeks. She made me happier than anyone else could. She would never try to hurt me, and just because of one event that she had nothing to do with, I threw her under the bus and took my anger out on her. I had to make it up to her. I could not lose her.

I grabbed my phone and pressed the first speed dial. It wasn’t until after the phone started ringing that I realized I had no idea what to say. I started to panic, trying to figure out how I was going to apologize. However, after the third ring, I heard her voicemail message. She must have ignored the call. Usually it took at least seven rings before I hit her voice mail, and it would have cut the first ring off if her phone was off. I wasn’t mad, though. I deserved it.

“Hi. This is Tori. Sorry I missed your call. You know what to do!” the voice mail machine said before issuing an annoying tone.

“Hi Tori. This is Stephen. I’m really sorry how I acted last night. You did not deserve any of it. I wanted to come over and apologize. Please call me back when you get this.” I said and ended the call. Throwing the phone onto the end table, I sat down on my bed. “Wow, Stephen” I thought, “You really screwed up this time. You got the nicest girl you’ve ever met to reject a call from you.”

After staring out the window mindlessly for a few minutes, I finally decided to get ready and hope for a call back from Tori. I walked over to my closet and grabbed a bunch of clothes and a fresh diaper and headed for the shower. It felt good to let the water pour over my body. It was almost as if it was washing away some of my problems along with to my bodily filth. After I got out of the shower, I noticed that I had a text message. It was from Tori

“hey stephen. i got ur msg. you can come over if you want.” it read. I took no time in returning the text, typing that I’d be right over. I then hurried getting dressed, jumping in my car, and rushed over to Tori’s house.

There I was, again, in Tori’s driveway. I was beyond nervous, even more nervous than our first date after I got out of the hospital. I had no idea what I was going to say. Even worse, I didn’t know how she would respond. Visions of all the possibilities flashed before my eyes, sending me on an emotional roller coaster. I eventually gained courage and walked up to her front door and rang the doorbell. “Well, at least I don’t have to worry about hiding the fact that I’m wearing a diaper from her.” I thought as Tori answered the door.