My Most Precious One(108)

“I usually let your mother handle you because I know you hardly listen to her because you used to have a good head on your shoulders but I think your head is up your ass lately.” He continued to swear at me in Greek.

It was normal, my father and I have good relationship and the man knew me better than anyone.

“Get off your ass Alexia and do something or else I will make it so that you work for your uncles in their restaurants.” He threatened knowing full well I hated working for my family.

“I know dad.” I said quietly.

“Where is your fire? It’s as though you left it somewhere. Is it with Lukas? Alexia you left him so stop licking your wounds and own your decisions.” He said in a serious tone. I half chuckled knowing he was right.

I spent the whole month thinking what a fucken idiot I was. I had gotten mad at Lukas a few times during our relationship telling him that no matter what we were in it together and that even if one crosses the line we should talk it over. But I didn’t even do that, I left. I left the life I was building with him. Yes I did feel like I was right to do so but it was the cowardly way in which I did it that marred my heart and soul.

In the back of my mind I thought Lukas would come after me knowing he was wrong and would try to make it better but instead he was the one angry with me for betraying my word and promises to him. These were the choices I made for myself.

My father left me alone to think about what I was going to do with my life. He actually gave me one more week to think about it, the empty threat from him meant that he cared and I started to wonder what the fuck I was going to do with myself.

“I don’t understand you?” Stella was pouring her coffee beans into the grinder. She was going to try a new coffee that her favorite supplier had gotten.

“You always had different dreams. Ok the archaeologist part stuck the most but you always had backup plans, what’s the difference now?” She asked.

Stella was totally over my bumming around and to tell you the truth so was I. I missed the old Alexia who didn’t give a fuck and did what she wanted when she want. It was high time I start looking for her again.

“Fine! Fine! What is this the intervention month? Every single one of you has confronted me about my life. I’m going to get out of here so don’t worry your little ass.” I fired back.

“There’s my girl! Where the fuck has she been the last four months?” Stella laughed.

“Licking her wounds.” I admitted.

“Are you done yet cause the new you sucks sweaty monkey balls!” She frowned.

“Yeah I think I’m done now.” I smirked at her comment.

“Good. Now get off your sorry ass and go get me some espresso beans.”

The day went quick which was a change since I had gotten back to Montreal. Every day seemed like a slow death without Lukas in it but now I had no choice but to rely on myself and what I was going to do with the rest of my life.

I had decided that after work I was going to the liquor commission to pick up another bottle of wine. I just wanted a glass of the new South African wines that had come in. I unwrapped my ear buds and pressed play on my iPod and Jamiroquai’s Cosmic Girl began to play. Without realizing it I began to bob my head to the music, maybe things were starting to change.

“Which wine should we get?” I overheard an elderly couple talking to each other. They kept pointing to different wines and I knew they had no clue what they were doing.

“I’m sorry to bother you but I couldn’t help but overhear that you were stuck on which bottle of wine you wanted. If you’d like I can help you?” I offered. The older lady smiled.

“Please I’m completely clueless when it comes to wine. I wanted a good French bottle and my husband keeps pointing at these ones.” She pointed at the rack that had the most expensive wine in the store. I got the idea they had money and it didn’t bother them to spend it.

“If you’d like my opinion you shouldn’t spend anything over twenty dollars for a good bottle of wine. Here.” I reached down and picked up a bottle of J. P. Chenet Reserve Pinot Noir.

“It’s smooth going down. I always recommend anything from Pays d’Oc. The flavors are very earthy, with a mix of plums and vanilla, a very complex flavor and the price is good too.” I smiled.

She took the bottle from me and examined it. “You must really know about wine.” she said smiling.

“I do.” I admitted. She thanked me and told her husband how helpful I was. That’s when I remembered the one thing that I always wanted to do when I knew that my archaeology dream was just a hobby I had.

I rifled through my bag and found my phone I scrolled down the numbers and found the one I wanted. I pressed call and it rang once.