by Portia Moore
“Life doesn’t have to be like that. Marriage doesn’t have to be routine, your kids don’t have to be screaming monsters,” I chuckle.
“Why work all your life with nothing to show for it, only wishing for things that you could never afford? Dreaming about places you’ll never get to go? I wouldn’t trade this for normality. It’s overrated,” he mumbles getting up from the hammock.
“You make it sound like all you care about his money.”
“It’s not. It’s about living life to the fullest. Doing what you want instead of just fantasizing about it. You need money to do that,” he says, as if it’s simple.
“There’s more to life than traveling the world, and living by the moment, Cal. Those things are great, but what makes it enjoyable is that you’re getting away. If you’re doing it all the time, what’s the point? What about having a family, settling down?” I ask him.
“You hear what you said? Settle? I never plan to settle for anything,” he states.
His words sting me. Getting married and having a family is settling? Is this, now, all there is to him? Doing what he wants and not considering anything else? And where do I fit into this equation? I’ve been with him a year and I don’t really know. My feelings for him are getting stronger every day I spend with him and all of these feelings are entangled with lust.
It scares me that I’m too afraid to ask these questions because, well, I’m not sure that I even want to know the answers. Cal is unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I’m important in his life today, but what happens when I’m not? I’ve seen how quickly he gets bored with things.
It was inevitable that I’d develop feelings for him after all the time we’ve spent together. He makes me feel like no one else has. A year has passed like moments and when I’m with him, time isn’t really a factor. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling the cold now that I’m out of Cal’s arms. I let out a much-needed sigh. My phone rings, and I ignore it.
“So, is that what I am to you? A little bit of fun, something you just want to do for a while?” I ask.
He walks over to me and lifts me up into his arms. “The reason you scare me is because you’re not,” he whispers in my ear. I look into his eyes, feeling helpless. This man could easily break my heart. He stole it with a smile, and I don’t think I want it back.
“Do you want me to be?” I ask him, taking a cleansing breath. He lifts my chin up to see him.
“Never,” he smiles giving me a boyish grin.
He still gives me butterflies, and his touch has given me tingles since the time we first met.
“I’m still not entirely comfortable around you,” I say honestly.
“That’s a good thing; when you’re comfortable, that’s when you get bored.”
“Tell me what doesn’t bore you?” I ask him sarcastically.
“I can think of a few things,” he says with a mischievous grin.
My phone rings again. It’s the ring tone I specially assigned to Angela. She wouldn’t call me twice in a row unless it was something important. I slink out of his arms to pick up my phone and answer it.
“Hey, Angela. What’s up?” I giggle, ignoring Cal’s hands roaming down my body.
“Lauren...Hillary’s here. I– I don’t know what to do....she doesn’t want me to call the police.” Her voice is shaky and high pitched.
“The police? Hold on, Angie, what happened?” Cal stops bothering me and looks on, concerned.
“She got into a fight with her boyfriend; she’s really bad, Lauren. I don’t know what to do,” she explains.
“He hit her?” I ask in disbelief.
“It’s really bad this time.” Her voice wavers as if she is about to cry. Oh God, I can’t believe this!
“This time?” I ask frantically.
“She didn’t want me to tell you, she knew you’d want to go to the police. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it’d go this far.”
I can feel myself shaking. “I’m on my way,” I tell her quickly, hanging up the phone. I can feel tears welling in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Cal looks concerned.
“Hillary’s boyfriend beat her up,” I tell him quickly.
“Lauren, calm down, I’m coming with you,” he says adamantly.
“No, I need to do this alone.” Dammit! If I hadn’t been living in fantasy land with him, I would have known how bad this was. I could have helped her. I haven’t been doing much of anything except Cal. I knew this guy was bad news and I ignored it because Hillary gushed about him so much. But if I had been home, I could have seen it; I would have known.
Cal holds my shoulders to steady me. “Lauren, this is not your fault,” he says, reading my mind.
“I’m coming with you. You’re too upset to drive,” he says authoritatively, as I button my top up, shaking my head in defiance. This is a personal time for her; I’m sure Hillary doesn’t want me bringing him along.
“Let me help you,” he pleads, grasping my wrist as I try to walk away. I can’t push him away if I want him to let me in.
“Okay.”
***
“Angela?” I call out, rushing to her side after spotting her, sitting alone in the waiting area. When she called me saying that they were going to the ER, my heart almost stopped at the idea that Hillary was hurt that badly.
“Hey, Lauren,” she says, hugging me tightly.
“Hi Cal,” she says in a strained voice.
“Hey,” he replies taking a place beside me. Angela’s eyes are red and puffy; her hair is wrapped under a silk scarf.
“Where is she?” I ask urgently.
“They have her in the back. She just got back from radiology. The last nurse I talked to says she has a broken rib,” she explains her voice wavering.
“Oh my God,” I say, feeling my eyes start to water.
“It’s really bad; this is the worst he’s done. Her face is,..” she breaks down, and I hold her in my arms, crying with her.
“I called her parents, they’re on their way,” she mumbles.
“It’s my fault. I should have done something. She kept telling me not to tell anyone and it was only when he was drunk,” she cries into my shoulder.
“This isn’t your fault,” I try to convince her. She only did what Hillary asked her to, but I wish she had at least told me. However Angela’s word is her bond; she’s one of the most trustworthy people I know.
“How could I not know this was going on?” I mumble to myself.
“I’ll go get you both something to drink,” Cal says, giving us needed privacy.
“When she called me, she sounded so normal. But when I got to you guys’ place and saw her. I-I panicked. I’d never seen anyone look like that in real life, face to face. When you see what this jerk did to her,” she growls angrily.
“Did you call the police?”
“No. She told me not to but the doctors have tried to ask me questions,” I look at her as if she just lost her mind. I haven’t seen Hillary yet, but based on what she just described, I can’t believe that they didn’t call them.
“I know, I know! But she begged me. When the doctors asked me what happened, she didn’t even want me to tell them,” she explains herself quickly.
“She doesn’t want him get away with this, does she?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“I honestly don’t know. It’s like he’s brain washed her. I’m hoping this will be a wake up call. But she said she didn’t want me to call the police or tell the doctors he did it to her,” Angela explains, still visibly upset.
“Excuse me,” a petite blonde woman approaches us.
“Lauren, this is Dr. Carsons,” Angela sniffles.
I reach my hand out and she shakes it. “How is she?” I ask anxiously.
“She has a broken rib, facial swelling, various abrasions and bruises. I’ve seen a lot worse; thankfully, there’s no internal bleeding,” the doctor explains. I can’t believe this is happening.
“She’ll be fine. How
ever, the detective would like to ask you some questions,” she gestures to Angela. She looks at me skeptically, and I nod my head for her to go.
“Would you like to see her?” The doctor asks me. I nod quickly and she leads me to her area. Dr. Carsons opens the curtains and my heart stops as soon as I see her. Her face is so swollen and discolored, if it wasn’t for her long blonde hair and pink tips I wouldn’t recognize her.
“Hey,” Hillary says, her tone surprisingly cheerful.
“Oh my God,” I can’t help but mumble to myself.
“It’s not that bad Lauren,” she laughs weakly.
I walk over to her slowly and pull up a chair. “You don’t think this is bad?” I ask in disbelief.
“I mean, it looks worse than it is,” she sighs.
“Hillary why didn’t you tell me?” I ask pleadingly.
“I didn’t tell anyone, Lauren,” she says softly.
“You told Angela,” I retort.
“She found out by accident. I didn’t plan to tell her. I didn’t want to tell anyone. I was embarrassed. I’d never thought I’d be the girl whose boyfriend beats her up. Like a bad Life Time movie,” she kids. Her words are slow. I can’t help but think how it must be painful for her to speak.
“Hil, this isn’t funny,” I say seriously.
“Well, what am I supposed to do, Lauren? Cry? Whine about how I was so helpless? I wasn’t. I chose to stay with him. It’s my fault, no one else’s. I just didn’t think it would get this bad.”
“This isn’t your fault, Hillary,” I assure her. I pause before speaking again. “How long has this been going on?”
She laughs mechanically.
“About three months after we started going out. We had an argument when he was drunk and he slapped me. I was just so stunned. You know, I’d never been hit before. He apologized saying he was just really out of it and he was sorry. That he’d never do it again. That’s the day all those roses came.”
I cringe; I remember saying how sweet it was.
“The next time it happened, he showed up at the house, drunk. You weren’t home. He was really out of it, and wanted to drive home. I took his keys, and he, well, let’s just say that wasn’t the best idea,” she pauses, and I cover my face in disbelief.
“He really is only bad when he’s drunk. He’s so sweet when he’s not. So I just stayed away when he drank. But today his friend had this party and he was drinking. I thought it’d be okay since there were so many people around. I caught him all over this girl, practically about to make out with her. I was so pissed. I slapped him and threw a cup of beer in his face and I left.
“When I got home, he was waiting for me in front of the door. He was so calm...” she chuckles angrily. “I was pissed and told him to leave, he apologized and said how sorry he was and just wanted to talk…I let him in, like an idiot, and as soon as we were in the apartment, he went crazy on me. He’d never been like that before…”
“You should have never let him in,” I say my throat burning and tears starting to fall down my face.
“I know. I know now. Things just went from bad to worse,” she says.
“I can’t believe I never noticed anything.”
“No, Lauren. I was pretty good at hiding the fact and making excuses. Even if you had tried to do something, I wouldn’t have let you. Besides, he mostly made sure to never bruise me where people could see. I guess that should have been a sign that this wasn’t a first time thing for him.”
“Still.” I can’t help but scold myself for not having the slightest clue this was going on.
“No still. This is my fault; I kept going back and forgiving him.”
“No, this isn’t your fault! A man should ever hit a woman!”
“But some do! I should have never kept seeing him after the first time he hit me. You know what’s really stupid? I cheated on Kevin with him because I thought he was a jerk. Karma sure kicked me in the ass, huh” she smiles weakly.
“I should have at least suspected. I’ve been so busy running around with Cal…I think I’m going to stop seeing him,” I say, taking a cleansing breath.
“What? Why!” she screeches. “Not because of this, hon, is it? Because this wasn’t your fault at all! I told you nothing would have changed...”
“No, not just because of this, Hil; it’s been a lot of things. When I’m with him, he makes me forget about the world around me, like the people I care about and what’s important to me.”
“Lauren, that’s not true. If it were when Angie called you, you would have been like ‘screw you I’m about to bang,’” she exaggerates. I can’t help but laugh. I just don’t see how she could be in so much pain and still so playful.
“You were about to screw, right? Or just finished or...”
“Hil, stop,” I scold her playfully.
She sighs. “Seriously, Lauren. I’ve never seen you so happy before. A guy is supposed to put you on cloud nine and help you forget about your problems. I admit I didn’t like Cal at first, at least not for you. I thought he had trouble written all over him. I mean, I would know, right? Since I attract it so magnificently,” she says sarcastically.
“But, he’s stuck with you. I gave you guys three weeks tops and here you are,” she sighs and squeezes my hand.
“He’s hot, rich, and makes you smile. You could do a lot worse. A hell of a lot worse,” she chuckles. I sigh.
“We’re so different. I feel like we’re on two different roads going in opposite directions. And he’s so unpredictable. What if he gets bored or...”
“Lauren, that’s what falling in love, is about. You take a chance. Sometimes you fall on your ass, or, in my situation, it kicks you in the ass. But rarely do you get something amazing. You can’t hold back, or keep your guard up. Don’t run from it, or you’ll miss something special,” she rubs my hand, and I hold it.
“What about when you lose it?” I ask.
“That’s the risk you take, but it’s worth it,” she assures me with a yawn, holding her jaw in pain.
“You’re not going to see him again are you?” I’m not able to read her expression since her face is so swollen.
“No, I’ve learned my lesson. At first I thought it was just because of the alcohol, but I think he just likes to beat the crap out of girls. Oh! The house—it’s—he trashed it. The tables are broken, and the lamps. I’ll pay you back for everything you bought.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re okay,” I squeeze her hand, as Dr. Carsons comes in with the police officer she pointed out earlier.
“Miss Green, Detective Long has some questions for you,” the doctor explains. “I’m going to have to ask you to excuse us,” she tells me.
“Of course, Hill I’ll be right outside,” I tell her with a weak smile.
“No. Go home, they won’t let you see me until tomorrow. Unfortunately, my parents will be here soon,” she waves slightly before Dr. Carsons closes the door. As soon as I’m outside the tears I’ve been holding in since I saw her begin to flow. Cal and Angela quickly approach me.
“I-I can’t believe he did that to her,” I mumble in his shoulder.
“What did the detective say?” I ask Angela, wiping my face.
“He asked me what happened, and I told him what I knew. But what I say doesn’t matter since I wasn’t there and if she doesn’t press charges…” she says, running her hand across her face.
“Even if she does press charges, what he’ll get is too good for him,” Cal says tightly.
“His parents will get him out on bail. They’re from old money down south. He’ll get some high priced lawyer and it won’t even matter,” Angela tells us. I feel even more horrible that I don’t know anything about this guy other than what he looks like and his name.
“Let’s go back to your place and pick her up some clothes,” Angela says softly.
“I’ll drive you,” Cal says putting his arms around both of us. Angela smiles appreciatively and pats his
hand as we leave the hospital
***
When I open the door to my apartment, my mouth drops open.
“Oh my God.” This is unbelievable. The sofa and matching chair are flipped over onto their sides. Our lamps are pushed over, one broken along with the glass table that usually sits in the center of the room; glass shards cover the floor.
“I can’t believe this,” I say, starting to pick up the glass pieces. Angela closes the door behinds us and begins to help clean up.
“He must have been throwing her all over the place,” Angela mumbles.
“I hope she presses charges; there’s no way she won’t after this,” I try to convince myself.
“Do you know where this guy lives?” Cal asks moving the sofa into its original position.
“No, but I know he’s always at the Golden Rod. I’ve been there a few times with him and Hillary. His parents own it. I’d bet my life he’s there now. That’s where Hillary met him,” Angela says.
“That’s the bar on 3rd and Wallace?” Cal asks her.
“Yeah,” Angela confirms.
“I don’t even know his last name,” I mumble to myself. I’m her best friend and I didn’t even know her boyfriend’s last name.
“Lauren, you can’t blame yourself for this; what could you have done….” Angela begins, but she’s interrupted by a commotion outside our door.
“Hillary, Hillary!” a loud voice is yelling and punctuating it with loud bangs. “Baby, I’m sorry. You know I wasn’t myself. Let me in, we can work this out”
Angela and I stare at each other in disbelief. Is he seriously here right now?!
“She’s not here asshole!” Angela yells through the door.
“Go away before I call the police,” I yell.
“This is none of your damn business, bitch!” he yells back. “Hillary! I’m sorry. I was drunk,” he shouts, still banging on the door.
“She’s not here!” I scream, rushing towards the door. Suddenly, Cal steps in and grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“You and Angela go to your bedroom,” he says sternly. His face is like stone and his eyes wide. My heart starts to beat so rapidly that I don’t even argue. Angela’s eyes lock on mine and we both quickly head to my bedroom.