2nd dream04:18 Jan 08 2006
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The Dream 2
Chapter 1
I was in study hall, like any other, normal, day 5, 4th period. I was glad that I had, had the poetry meeting in Wyomissing on Friday; because I now earned two day’s off from gym. So, seeing as I had nothing to do, and I had already gone to my locker, I started reading the anthology that we had received upon leaving the meeting. I was about, half way through I would say, when I came upon one of the two poems I had submitted into it. Though I am proud of my poetry, I remembered submitting two different poems into the anthology, then the ones I had read. I smiled lovingly at my work, skimming over it quickly, remembering when, and where I had written it, but more importantly who I had written it for. I closed my eyes for a moment remembering his look on Sunday. I smiled as I remembered him, exactly as I remembered him: standing at about 5” 4’( an inch shorter then me) his face, touched my memory, if only gently and sent ripples through it making me shudder as I saw his image in my mind.
Almost as though someone turned on a projector in my head, his image projected itself in my mind as it had done so many times before. There he was, standing before me in the morning sun. His hair, light brown in natural light, and a darker brown in artificial, now had a few blond highlights towards the front making him seem, to me anyway, younger in years. I smiled again at the thought of him doing his hair in the morning, I laughed lightly, when my concentration was broken, so leisurely it seems, by a question directed at me from behind. Joanna had broken me out of my thoughts once more with a question about my meeting. I smiled almost sadly, before turning around quietly, and quickly I thought, depicting the scene briefly.
When we were finished I turned around once more, breathing a deep sigh of relief that Rachel had felt my unrest and sought to distract her as it were, so I could get back to my thoughts. I thanked her silently once again before returning to my thoughts of him. His picture projected in my mind once more, his soft blue eyes watching me intently, I felt them on me more then I saw them, but I knew they were there. Suddenly a memory from my dream of him glided across my mind. As I opened my eyes I felt tears sting them once more as they had almost every night after that. I could still hear his words so clearly as I allowed myself to remember, allowing the soft and love felt words spoken to return to my ears once more. I closed my eyes and remembered the scene from my dream. I on the ground sobbing violently in his arms as he held me to him. I remembered quieting, listening intently as his heart beat quickened and he told me what I had always hoped for. “you have inspired a love in me that I did not feel was possible, and for that I thank you more then you could even know,” I listened to his words, once again letting them wash over me like the early morning sun.
“not only have you made me love more then anything I have ever known,” he said “ but in the process you have made me fall in love,” I could still hear his heart frequently skip beats.
“But in the process,” he repeated “you have made me fall in love with…YOU.”
I heard his words, echoing inside my head as I let a feeling of sorrow wash over me. I shook my feelings off, trying in vain to compose myself. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, “only 10:31” I thought to myself “I still have a while to go.” I shook my self of my feelings again before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep. Normally my sleep is dreamless, quiet, and only aware to the sound of rustling papers and shifting bodies. But now it was almost completely silent except for something. Something I couldn’t quiet place, as though something or someone was telling me to open my eyes. It was then that I heard and felt it; someone was poking me in the shoulder telling me to wake up. I groaned softly knowing that it was probably just Joanna and opened my eyes with a slight drowsy response of, “is study hall done already?” I asked softly turning to her and stretching slightly.
“No but…” she said quietly, urgently.
“Then why did you wake me up?” I asked coming out of my drowsy haze, looking at her questioningly and quiet annoyed.
“Look,” was all she said, her attention going to the front of the room. I caught her stare, and followed her gaze until I finally saw the reason that she had woken my up in the first place. At the front of the room was the very man I had been thinking about only moments earlier, speaking briefly with Ms. Feher, before looking into my eyes as though he knew my eyes were on him every second. I must have been lost in his eyes, for eternity it seems, because when I broke his gaze everyone was staring at me, Ms. Feher doing the same but looking more quizzically at me then anything, and him with a smug smile of satisfaction as though he loved the thought of him distracting me to the point of total oblivion of the outside world.
“Chelsey?” I heard her ask questioningly at me.
“Yeah?” I said confused, trying to figure out why he was there.
“um,” she said hesitantly before continuing “um Mr. Thomas says he’s a friend of the family, is this true?” she asked, showing her distrust of the man standing next to her staring at me.
“Yes he is.” I said matter-of-factly straitening in my chair, staring at her now, slightly angry at the fact of her manners towards him.
“Oh” she said, a bit taken back by my reaction “oh well, Mr. Thomas needs to speak with you on the matter of your family, he already has permission from Mr. McIImoyle to speak with you and take you home if necessary.”
“ok.” I said, relieved to hear it was about family matters, but a bit worried by the fact that they had sent a friend and not a fellow family member.
I stood up and gathered my things quickly and quietly, taking the six long strides needed to get down the steps and the eight or so to stand in front of the man in question. I tried to hide the fact from everyone else in the room that I knew his eyes followed every move I made, until I was standing in front of him looking strait into his eyes. I was fully aware of the fact that he was beaming, as I got my pass to leave. I looked at him and tried to be annoyed despite my nervousness. As I finished I turned to him, noticing that he wasn’t moving; only smiling.
“Well go!” I said letting my well practiced annoyance shield the trembling in my voice. He stepped aside, allowing me to push past him, also allowing me to hear the disbelieving grunt that came from my teacher. I punched the metal bar on the door, causing it to fly open, allowing me to walk briskly into the auditorium hall. I was waiting impatiently with one hand on my hip, the other supporting the book bag strap on my shoulder, as my sandal clad foot tapped at the ground violently. He stepped out of the door calmly, with a smile on his face. I was very angry at the thought of him finding my nervousness and impatience amusing.
“What do you want?” I asked angrily, wanting my feelings for him to stop.
“impatient aren’t you?” he said smiling wider, “aren’t you even going to ask me what’s wrong or why I’m here?” he said smugly as he sauntered coolly towards me.
“Cut the shit Chuck,” I said, my temper slipping away from me “I really don’t feel like being all that patient or pleasant for that matter, with a man who woke me out of the first very good sleep I have had in a long time.” I said, again realizing what I said, but not caring because it was him I was talking to.
“Oooooo” he said mockingly “don’t get snappy with me, have a much different type of language when away from the folks don’t ya?” he asked, his smile and his over all demeanor mocking me, as he walked slowly behind me and came to a stop a few inches away from me.
“Whatever,” I said “if your gunna pull me out of study hall and a very good sleep might I say again, just to mock me, then I’m outta here.” I said finally, making up my mind quickly, not to go back to study hall (at the risk of being questioned), and go back to my locker in some hopes he wouldn’t follow me.
I was wrong to hope so much.
I moved quickly it seemed, but apparently not quickly enough, for when I went to make my third quick step away from him and towards my locker, I was restrained by a very strong hand pulling back on my wrist. I tried pulling against my wrist, hoping that he would weaken quickly and stumble, or just let me go.
Again no such luck.
My resistances against his restraint only made him tighten his grip and jerk on my arm, making me fall. I prepared my self to feel the sting on my butt and the feel of cool tile underneath me.
My luck was quickly running out.
As I fell I felt not cool tile, but warm strong arms beneath me.
I hadn’t realized that when I fell, not only was I holding my breath, but just as well, I had closed my eyes tightly in an attempt to take the brunt of the fall. When I felt the strong and willing arms beneath me, I breathed a sigh of relief (though the pain would have only lasted a second), but when I remembered who had caught me I nearly panicked. Only did I breathe again when he lifted my up and placed me gallantly on my feet.
When I opened my eyes again I realized that he had put a few feet between us. I knew almost immediately why he did it. I finally noticed that we were standing near the office windows, where any display of affection towards me other then that of general concern on his part would have the people in it watching you very quickly.
“Listen,” he said, he voice and appearance, apologetic to say the least “I didn’t mean to mock, or tease you. I did come here to tell you something very important, something not about your family, though what has to be said, cannot be said here.” He finished secretively, turning towards the office and giving one of the ladies a charming smile, before turning back to me, allowing me to see the urgency in his deeply emotional blue eyes.
I noticed that look in his eyes almost instantaneously. It was the look that he had given me in my dream when he wanted me to listen to what he had to say, as well as part of the fear he had in them as well. Suddenly the dream flashed and brought my memory to life once more.
Again I felt the pull on my arm as I was pulled into the darkness, the only light emitting from a small street light above my head….when I realized who it was I had relaxed a bit.
“Chuck oh my god you scared the hell out of me,” I heard my self say again knowing that I would always speak differently around him then my family.
“What did you do that for, if someone saw you handling me like that, they probably would have thought you were trying to kidnap me or something…” I stopped briefly seeing the anxiety on his face once more, like he was realizing the truth in my words.
“your right,” he said “I should have known better then to do that, but I needed to talk to you and I couldn’t let this go any longer, other wise it would have killed me,” now is when I remembered that look in his eye, how I had brushed him off shortly before that point in the dream, and how he now longed to tell me what I had never expected.
I shook off the haze hanging in my mind and quickly pulled my self together to keep from crying. Part of me knew why he was there, but it felt like that part was keeping it a secret from the rest of my body, I knew, I could feel it, but I couldn’t figure it out. I opened my eyes again and looked into his, I had to go with him, and I knew then and there what my decision would be. I wouldn’t deny him, I wouldn’t walk back to my locker and then to lunch, and deny him relief of his burden. NO. I would let him tell me whatever he needed to and make a decision about it when the time became necessary.
My voice softened with emotion now as I spoke to him, “ok Chuck, I’ll go with you, just tell me what to say and I can get us out of here.” I said sure of what I was doing.
Almost as if he read my mind he said “are you sure?”
“Yes I know what im doing trust me, now stay here and I’ll be right back, I promise” I tried to give him reassurance; I had to make him trust my decision to do this on my own. I was glad that when I went into the office he never followed, to the contrary he walked away and I heard the front of the school doors close and a sound of a car door, as well as the soft rev of an engine.
Chapter 2
As I walked into the office I admit, I did feel a slight nervousness in me, I mean I was about to lie to a high official of my school. Of course I was nervous, but I had to do this, if not for my self then for the man in the BMW outside waiting for me. In this instance I had no other choice, I knew what I had to do, and I was about to go through with it.
I found myself standing in front of Mrs. Reppert waiting for her to finish up on the phone, so I could tell her I was leaving with Chuck. When she finished on the phone she put on that charming smile I am so sure she worked on for a while.
“Hi may I help you?” she asked politely and sweetly.
I couldn’t help but produce a smile right about now, not only because of her manner, but also because I knew that I was going to succeed. I knew I would get out of there, and I would leave with Chuck, wherever he was bound to take me.
“Hi, I’m Chelsey Shisler, um a family friend came to pick me up, he said he needed to speak to me about something that concern’s my family” I had to laugh softly “the only thing is, he refuses to tell me what this whole matter is about, here, in school, so before he came and got me in study hall my teacher, Ms. Feher said that he had permission from Mr. McIImoyle to take me home if needed.” I finished confident that this would work.
“Hold on let me check my records before I let you leave,” she paused for a few moments, shuffling around in the papers that filled her desk for the correct answer she seeked.
“Ah yes here it is, yes of course you can leave, will you be returning to school?” she asked, a usual question by procedure that she was supposed to ask.
I was close to just saying “I DON’T THINK SO” laughing and running out, but that would not have been good for Chuck nor I. So I responded calmly with my own response of “no, I don’t think we will, if this is something serious like I’m fearing it is, I don’t think I’ll be back” I gave a saddened look as I said this, to make sure she caught my drift.
“Awww its ok I’m sure everything will be just fine.” She said reassuringly before giving me my pass to freedom, and the man waiting for me out side.
I must admit, I was proud with my whole performance but there was one thing missing. As I got my pass to leave, I produced a fake, but a very convincing tear.
“Thank you, I hope so.” I said, crying silent tears.
I walked out the office looking to my right before turning left to leave. I know I had to go but something that emerged from the hallway stopped me. Were my eyes deceiving me, no, they were right, it WAS Mr. Walters who emerged from the hallway.
He must have seen my fake silent tears as I emerged from the office, for when I was close to the door, I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I made sure the tears kept flowing for all intensive purposes, but this time gave a little sob.
The footsteps quickened and were immediately behind me when I heard “Chelsey,” in a deep soothing voice.
I turned to see him, Mr. Walters, standing inches from me. That’s when I felt them, two things almost equal in might. I felt Mr. Walters hand on my arm that restrained me from leaving, but it wasn’t forceful, it was almost pleading. The other came from the parking lot at the front of the school. I knew what it was; I could feel the jealousy and anger burning through the glass, staring at the man who held me back.
As I turned a small startled sob emitted from me, one that I had not prepared for. Suddenly I sobbed, and suddenly I found my self in his arms with reassuring strokes from this teacher that I had so long felt for.
“Shhh” I heard him say above me “shhh whatever it is Chelsey, it will be ok, shhh” I can’t explain it. Part of me just wanted to be in his arms alone, the other part? Well needless to say the other part of me was doing this just to spite Chuck, just to see what he would do. I looked up and into his eyes, and the moment I did I heard the glass doors behind me being slammed open, and then is when I heard his angry and jealous voice.
“Don’t touch her EVER again.” I heard his angry voice say. I thought that Mr. Walters would back down, considering we were outside the guidance office, and because I was just a student and the man who had burst in had to know me, otherwise he wouldn’t have acted the way he did. Needless to say my judgment for today was horrible. I found my self being guided back and behind Mr. Walters with a determined voice saying “stay there, please, and don’t move.”
I knew what was coming. He wasn’t going to back down! A wave of panic brought me out of my hypnosis. By the time I snapped to, Chuck had gotten one good punch in, Mr. Walters, five. I wasn’t going to let the two of them fight like they were children. I had to stop it immediately.
I stepped in front of them just as they both were throwing punches luckily for me they saw me and slowed down. I restrained both of their wrists from going any farther with all the strength I could muster, most of that being anger.
“STOP!” I shouted and they held still. I shoved their wrists back to their sides and spoke to them both, rage radiating from every fiber of my being.
“Stop it right now! You both are adults fighting like school children! And for what!? Huh?!” I said only loud enough for us to here. I saw the look in both there eyes. They both wiped the small amount of blood for their mouths and then I heard them both whisper the answer to my question.
“You” was the only thing I heard escape from both of their mouth’s. They looked at each other again and took steps forward as if meant to fight again.
“No!” I yelled at both of them “No! I will not allow you to fight like this over me. I don’t care what the reasons are that you have, keep them to yourselves, but do not fight because of them.” As I said this Mr. Walters backed off but not moving away from me. Chuck, on the other hand, took a few minutes before he did, and then backed down.
“I’ll be in the car, try to hurry” he was holding back and we both knew it. All I could do is nod and turn away as he walked back out the door.
I couldn’t quite figure it out, why were these two fighting…it’s not like…. “oh no” I said softly, it was then that I realized what Chuck must have to tell me, and answered my question of why they both were fighting. It wasn’t because they were both proud men, no it was because, they loved me, equally if not one more then the other.
“What was that Chelsey?” I heard Mr. Walters ask from behind me. I turned to find him bleeding a little more then I would have expected him to.
“Oh my god you’re bleeding.” I said almost shocked that he was bleeding at all. I lifted my fingers and wiped the blood away. He smiled and leaned into my touch so that my hand caressed the bruised side of his face. I smiled softly until I realized that Chuck was still watching. I pulled my hand away only for it to be caught in a soft kiss in my palm before it was back at my side. It was only when he spoke that my mind was back in the present.
“Listen Chelsey, I know right now may not be the best time but I want to tell you something,” he said suddenly turning his eyes toward the floor, I didn’t want him to look away; I made him look into my eyes.
“Your right about one thing, right now is not the best time to tell me what I think you are going to tell me, but I promise, when I get back, you can tell me ok?” I said, quickly making my self a target for uneasiness at the time I did return from this little exhibition with Chuck.
“I will hold you to that” he said smiling mischievously before kissing my cheek and turning, striding quickly down the hallway.
My breath left me in a whoosh after he left. “great now im gunna have to deal with him when I get back too” I thought to myself “well ok that might not be so bad, not as bad as what I am about to deal with” I said to myself finally outside and standing in front of Chuck’s car.
He got out almost the moment he saw me emerge from the school; he got out, looked at me and said only “get in” as he opened the passenger side door to let me in.
I rolled my eyes at him and got in the car, I knew what was coming, but I was going to let it go just so I could get a good laugh. I waited for a minute or so, wondering why he had not gotten into the car yet. That’s when I saw his silhouette in the doors of the school, Mr. Walters was watching us, well mostly what Chuck would do as soon as he got in. But because Chuck had seen him he didn’t get in, he just stood there and stared at him menacingly. I couldn’t take it; I got out of the car making him look at me.
“Chuck you pulled me out of school, you fought with my librarian, if we are gunna go let’s go and stop playing this macho bullshit out.” As I said this he just looked at me, that’s when I pulled out the trick “please Chuck” I said softening my look so it was pleading, so he couldn’t resist. After a few minutes of just looking at me, he got into the car and started it up again. I looked back at the doors and he was gone; I had to explain this all to him later.
I could only look out onto the passing school grounds as we left the school and headed into and out of town. What was he trying to tell me? I think that little part of me still knew, but was keeping it a secret from the other part.
Chapter 3
The knowledge of my own weariness must have gotten lost in the day’s happenings, because by the time I woke up the sun was setting and we were near Chuck’s apartment.
I sat up in my seat and looked around. I had to laugh on the inside, I was about to ask an obvious question, and for him, it had a very obvious answer especially with the way his temper was today.
“Mmm,” I mumbled and stretched before actually talking.
“Have a nice nap?” He asked irritably in my direction.
“You could say that, yes…where are we?” I asked as I ran my fingers through my hair.
“Don’t worry about it, we’re almost there anyway.” He said not really answering my question.
“Ugh” I mumbled “guys” before rolling my eyes and looking out the window as I saw our exit ahead.
As we neared his apartment and parked the car, he got out and opened the door for me and went to help me out. Almost as soon as he offered his hand to me, I pushed myself out of his car and waited for him to shut the door and walk up stairs with me.
I know, I was being rude today. But the truth was I really didn’t care, because he acted the way he did in my school.
I waited as he unlocked the first door in a hurry, when he did he quickly pushed me inside.
“Ugh hey watch it” I said as he pushed me in roughly “that kinda hurt ya know” I said.
“Sorry but I really don’t want my neighbors getting the wrong idea ya know” he said with a worry look out the glass door.
“Well keep pulling stuff like that and they just might,” I said pointing out the painfully obvious.
“Damn I didn’t think of that…oh well come on lets go” he said indicating for me to go ahead of him.
I thought I’d lighten up the situation “I’m not going ahead of you … who knows what you’ll do to me” I said laughing softly.
He laughed along with me, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes “fine if you won’t go ahead of me,” he said and hoisted me up and over his shoulder.
I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as he took us up the stairs. I listened, still laughing, as he unlocked his front door and took us inside his apartment.
As he shut the door with his foot he tossed me onto the couch so I landed on my back, I bounced slightly and laid there.
“Thanks muscle man, but how bout you tell me why im here now.” I said kinda tired as the hour grew later.
“In a minute” he said going into the bathroom and shutting the door “I want to get a shower and eat something first” he shouted through the door and as he did I heard the shower turn on.
I could only shrug and close my eyes while I waited for him. Once again sleep came to me. I wasn’t asleep for very long when I heard the shower turn off…and I saw him walking out of the bathroom with only a towel on, I couldn’t help but watch him.
I watched in almost teenage obsession as he locked the front door, I could only think “why would he need to lock it?” I shrugged and closed my eyes again turning over…I sighed lightly in my sleep and this brought his attention back to the fact I was sleeping on his couch. I felt his arms under me and I leaned into his body. I felt it as he carried me into another room and laid me on the bed, I sighed softly as soft strands of hair fell into my face. I managed a smile when he brushed them out of the way and stood up to get changed.
I couldn’t have been asleep for less then a half an hour because I heard him start humming something familiar, and hearing it brought me out of my sleep. He was humming my favorite Kenny chesney song. Anything but mine. I sat up and looked at him just as he started pulling jeans over his black jockeys I smiled, and just hearing the song made me smile wider. As he hit a certain point in the song I started singing softly.
“And in the mornin' I’m leavin' makin' my way back to Cleveland, so tonight hope that I will do just fine, hey I don’t see how you could ever be anything but mine.” I sang softly but it carried through the little bedroom to the closet he had built himself that he stood behind.
He looked through the shelves and the clothes at me, almost like he hadn’t expected me to hear him sing it, or at least hadn’t expected me to join in. but even as I saw him move I heard his voice reach my ears soft, serious, and full of meaning.
“baby I don’t see how you could ever be, anything but mine” he sung it lower and softer so I had to inch closer to hear it as he kneeled on the bed closer to me.
I looked up at his eyes in a non knowing sort of way, the way you would look at someone if they came out of no where and started talking about something you didn’t know about. In truth I know that’s what my face held as I looked into his eyes. There was something new there…something darker that I was hoping to find out more about, or not.
As he inched closer on his hands and knees I leaned back on the bed, up until the point he was above me looking down on me, as if telling me fighting was useless. He smiled and whispered roughly again.
“Baby I don’t see how you could ever be anything but mine.” He said and almost growled the last two words.
I felt a shiver pass through me. I knew it was going to be useless but I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to get up.
Out of the whole day, now was a bad time to be right.
He grabbed both my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head. His face came closer to mine, and I swore his whole body mimicked the action.
My whole body trembled with the action. Normally I had control over what my eyes showed, and I could even produce fake emotions in them. But what my eyes held now was the truth. They held fear, longing, anticipation, and delay. I knew it because I could feel it.
“That was a very, very naughty thing you did to me at the school today” he said roughly, his voice hesitating over the first very.
I tried to smile as innocently as I possibly could, and I knew that my voice wasn’t as convincing as the smile I had ultimately produced.
“What do you mean” I asked with that same innocently guilty smile.
He growled and pushed himself on me, and I fought so hard not to make a sound, or let what I felt reach my face. To remain neutral.
“You know exactly what I mean.” He smiled wickedly “you acted so willing to come here, to talk to me. But you found that distraction you knew would make me jealous. And you exploited it. You knew that teacher would try and comfort you and you knew by doing so it would make me jealous beyond all belief.” He smiled all the while I felt his heart race, just to give you a hint of how close his body was to mine “ you knew I couldn’t take seeing another man other then your immediate family and myself touching you.” he smiled smugly, the same one I had seen earlier that day. I hated when he smiled like that, he had no idea how much it pissed me off. So I figured I’d show him.
I leaned my face in closer “just so you hear me clearly” I added as a curious look crossed his face “I was TRYING to get us out of their without suspicion but when I saw him walking in the hallway I knew he’d be concerned by my little act. I didn’t know he would go that far to comfort me, because technically he could have lost his job over that” I said the first signs of my temper dripping out and before the dawning thought ever reached his eyes I said “don’t even think about it. It wasn’t until after he started comforting me that I realized how you would react and by the time I tried to put a stop to it, it was too late.” I finished and he had backed up a little but never released my wrists, I had one last thing to add then I was out of ideas.
“if you KNEW I would do it when you saw me walk out then why did you hit him, if you KNEW that I was going to make you jealous then why didn’t you just wait until I was in the car” I said, he tried to make an attempt to talk.
“But” he said weakly
“No buts if your going to get into a verbal debate with me over this be sure I will loose” I smiled that same exact smile he has smiled earlier. But when I looked up something was different, it wasn’t that teasing, mischievous twinkle in his eyes anymore, he was disappointed. I couldn’t stand to see it so I leaned in closer and whispered softly across his cheek “lets eat” before I kissed it gently.
It must have been the thing he needed because he assumed his earlier position pressing his body against mine growling softly.
“Does it have to be food?” he asked roughly again. I had to roll my eyes
“Yes it does. In the kitchen on plates” I said laughing softly. He gave a disgruntled sigh that meant I won for now he let me up and I got up off of his bed and walked towards the kitchen.
“I’ll be there in a minute, I never finished” I knew what he meant. My little distraction had enabled him from getting dressed.
I walked back in.
“Ok” and as I turned to leave again he smacked my ass not hard enough to hurt, but it was effective.
“Let’s order out” he said softly but roughly and finished getting dressed as I left.
Chapter 4
I had wandered into his kitchen and somehow among the clutter that made his fridge I found a menu for a Chinese take out place. I informed him but he was still in his bed room so I doubted he heard me. So I just ordered, he had a number ordered and I guessed it to be his favorite so I ordered that for him. As the door bell rang he stumbled out of the bedroom in his jeans and a tight t-shirt, no socks or shoes. He looked nervous as he pushed the button to let the delivery guy up.
“Go in the bedroom and wait till I say it’s ok” he said and I nodded walking into the bedroom.
I heard footsteps on the stairs and a knock on the door; he opened it and talked with the delivery man briefly, though I couldn’t hear what they were saying. In a few minutes I heard.
“Ok babe come on out.” He said his voice wandering into the kitchen
I came out of the bedroom and just as I did he came out of the kitchen carrying two plates with our food on them, sitting them on the mahogany coffee table in the center of the living room.
He sat on the big brown leather couch and patted the seat beside him gently. I sat next to him and then took up my chopsticks.
“So chuck,” I said taking a bite of my chicken and broccoli with chicken fried rice and looked over at him “tell me please, cause im dieing to know. Why am I here exactly?”
He sighed softly and finished off his food, he had gotten very little for his money. But then again that was his choice not mine. “Finish your food and I will tell you”
I sighed frustrated with his little way of putting things off. So I made him do something he just might keep to.
“Promise me” I said eating a little more of my food
“What?” he said as thought it were something very difficult to understand.
“Promise me that when I finish eating you will tell me why im here” I said it more clearly so he could understand me
“I don’t have to promise you anything” he snapped
I laughed and went to get up saying simply “fine if you wont promise me then im leaving” I said but he grabbed my wrist gently
“No please, please don’t leave, I promise after you’re finished I will tell you why I brought you here. Just, just please don’t leave” he was almost begging me, his eyes so pitiful. And so I sat back down and ate slowly as not to rush him to tell me, it obviously bothered him enough.
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