“You know, Shelly, even if I do get someone to help me, I think it’s just too late. The fact I have to see what I did to your father, alone, is enough to make the guilt flow through me like a raging river.” She goes silent for a little while.
Finally, I ask, “Mom, you still there?”
“I am,” she answers. “I wish it was so simple. I wish everything was simple. It seems it’s been so long that things have been so messed up in my head that it can’t be fixed. I can’t be fixed. Anyway, sorry I took up so much of your time and it’s late. I suppose you have that school thing in the morning and here I am just going on and on.”
“Mom, I’m really happy you called, and that we talked about this stuff. Thank you so much for this. You can’t imagine how bad I needed to hear all this.” I pause to wipe a tear off my cheek. “Maybe I could get Rodney some help too. Where are his parents?”
“They died in a house fire along with his younger brother. It was your father who accidentally started the fire. He was drunk and as he left the house late at night while everyone else was sleeping he knocked a candle over. He knew he did it and in his drunken state he didn’t think about what would happen if he left it burning on the carpeted floor,” she says then sighs deeply. “Another bunch of people’s lives affected by my choices and screw ups. He and I had talked on the phone. I was pregnant with you and had run. It was the first time we’d talked since I’d left.”
“It still wasn’t your fault that happened. It was his and his alone,” I tell her.
“It was mine. He told me nice things, and I told him mean things. I didn’t have to be like that,” she says. “I accept the responsibility of the things I’ve done. I carry the burden which is mine to bear.”
“You carry way too much burden, Mom,” I say and find more tears trailing down my cheeks. “Let some of it go. Give some of it away.”
“Easier said than done, sweetheart,” she says. “The burdens have been with me longer than any person has. They are my company when I’m alone. They are my family, so to speak. And they are always with me. The alcohol and drugs take them away for short periods of time, but they never leave for good. I sober up and they become stronger than they were before. Seems they taunt me at times.”
“Mom, the degree of how unhealthy this is, is not measurable. You need to get help and I intend to see that you do. That we both do and I intend on seeing what can be done about getting Rodney into a facility and out from under that damn bridge. Mark my words, within one year the three of us will be on the road to getting some kind of help out of this madness we’ve been put in.”
I grab a tissue, blow my nose, then get up and go towards the bathroom to wash my face and get rid of this defeatist attitude I’ve had since I was three. My mother laughs.
“Okay, dear. We’ll see. I’ve kept you long enough. Good night.”
“Good night, Mom. I love you.”
She’s silent for a second as she’s never told me those words and the only time I’ve told them to her I was throwing them at her in anger. “I love you too, Shelly. Bye.”
Blake
Sun shines through the windshield as I drive to Houston to do a little mind mingling with Max about what it is I should do with my money. I have Josh as my right-hand man now and he’s already hard at work, figuring out how to handle the neighborhood renovation plan.
Now that I have some idea about what I can do to make things better for some people and keep some of my money going to things like that instead of the horrible taxes, I can concentrate on investments. I have to make money from my money so I can keep having money after all.
My cell dings and I look over at it, but don’t pick it up. I’ll check it the next time I stop. And since I see a little store right here. I’ll stop.
Damn my curiosity!
I pull up to the gas pump. I may as well get some gas while I’m here. My body seems to be tingling for some odd reason as I pick up the phone.
There it is. A message from her. After a mere three weeks she’s finally contacting me. I almost don’t want to read it.
I tap her name and the message springs onto the screen. ‘I’M SORRY.’
She’s sorry. Hmm. So, what does that mean?
I have no idea of what to send back. No idea what I want to say or how I even feel about this. She is sorry. Well, so am I.
I pull away without getting any gas. My mind has gone numb. There’s not a doubt in my mind that she is sorry, but that’s not enough.
Is she done running from the things that are good for her?
Is she through with the nonsense that one day she might lose me so it’s better not to have me at all?
Is she no longer a tiny bit insane?
These are the kinds of things I need to hear from her. Sorry is a start, but only one little part of what I need to hear from her.
I could pick up the phone and take her back right this second and in less than a week we will be at this same exact place again. She has to be without me for a while. She has to feel the need and want I know she has in her for me.
To pick that phone up and call her is all I want to do right now. My hands are fidgeting all over the steering wheel and my eyes keep being drawn to the phone that lies on the passenger seat of my truck.
With a quick movement, I grab the phone and toss it in the back seat so I can’t see it. I can’t get to it if it rings or dings with another message from her.
If it’s the right thing to do, why does it hurt so damn bad?
Part 7 Born Lucky
Rachelle
Click clack, click clack! That’s all I can hear as I walk down the sidewalk away from the movie theater. We watched a sappy love story and I want to choke somebody!
It’s been a month since I’ve seen Blake. I sent him one text message telling him I was sorry, and he didn’t even send anything back. Not even a get fucked or a fuck you or anything!
A new guy came to work at the restaurant I’m interning in and he’s from London. He has this great accent, and he’s tall with dark hair he keeps cut really short. His eyes are blue, not a speck of brown in them. Plain old blue eyes and a plain old face with not much emotion on it.
Except when he looks at me. Shaun has been hounding me to go out with him since he walked through those kitchen doors three weeks ago. I haven’t been up for dating since my heart belongs to Blake, but my mind is refusing to allow anything to happen on that front.
Now Blake has turned a cold shoulder to me and Shaun has been heating up every chance he gets. I finally agreed to go to dinner and a movie with him. He took me to eat Chinese then we went to see the love story and now he’s walking me back to my car.
I refused to let him pick me up, still keeping people at a distance. He was understanding about that though. Something Blake never really could understand.
No pressure is what this guy keeps telling me. But the way his hand just grabbed mine and judging by how much closer he moved towards me that’s about to change.
The keys from my purse I grab and press the button to unlock my car. His hand leaves mine and I make a sigh of relief. But he just moved it to lay his arm around my shoulders and now my chest is getting all tight and I itch for some damn reason.
“Let’s don’t wrap this up yet,” Shawn says. “How about a drink at that bar we passed back there? Just one, no pressure.”
“I really shouldn’t have a drink then drive home, that’s irresponsible,” I say and keep going towards my car.
He’s bigger than I am and easily stops my progression. His hand touches my chin and I look up at him as he says, “Shelly, one drink isn’t going to affect you that much. I have seen you put away three glasses of wine after work then drive home.”
“Well, those were really bad days, and I was trying to forget about some things. It was a bad idea to do. I really just want to go home and pull my clothes off and climb into my bed,” I say and by the way his eyes light up I realize what I said and wish I could gobble those words ba
ck up.
With a grin he says, “Even better. I’m in!”
I laugh and pull away from him. “Poor choice of words, Shaun, that’s all that was. I meant alone, I’ll be getting into bed. Thanks for the dinner and the movie. I had a nice time.”
My hand touches my car door and I’m nearly home free. Then his body touches mine and he clears his throat. He takes my shoulders and turns me back to face him.
His eyes are soft and I know he’s about to kiss me. “I had a very nice time, Shelly. Tell me we can do this again soon.”
“We’ll see,” I say and try to end this night without a kiss. “No pressure, right?”
“A little pressure,” he says and touches his lips to mine, gently.
Shaun’s lips are full and soft and most women would probably love the way they feel. I am not one of them. Maybe because they aren’t Blake’s. I pull back and swallow hard.
“Thanks again, good night, Shaun.” I turn away to open my car door.
He spins me back around and kisses me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth and he tastes like popcorn and coke, it’s awful. I allow him to kiss me for a little bit to see if I really do hate it as much as I think I do.
With a swirl of his thick tongue he proves he is not the guy for me. I pull back. “Okay, then. Good night, Shaun. Lovely evening, bye!”
“Really?” he asks as I get into the driver’s seat. “Nothing? You felt nothing at all, Shelly?”
“Sorry, I did warn you that I’m not really up to dating right now.” I strap on my seatbelt. “Let’s try not to make things weird at work, okay?”
“You won’t be going out with me anymore, will you?” He leans on my door and looks inside as I toss my cell phone on the passenger seat. The screen lights up and Blake’s precious face fills the screen.
He’s my screen-saver. And, yes, I know that’s sad of me!
“So that’s him, huh?” Shaun asks as he points at my phone.
“Who, that guy?” I ask. “He’s just a random hot guy I used as a screen-saver, nothing more than that.”
“You sure? Because you kiss like a woman who felt she was doing something wrong. Perhaps you felt as if you were cheating on him. What’s his name, Shelly?” His hand trails over the top of my thigh and he looks at me, intent on finding out who the man on my phone is.
“He’s someone I hurt, and he wants nothing more to do with me. So his name is unimportant. See you tomorrow, Shaun.” I move his hand and press my palm to his shoulder, making him get out of the way so I can close my door and leave.
As I pull out of the parking lot tears sting my eyes and I want to slap myself. Thinking I could go on a date with so much of myself still tied up in Blake and how I feel for him was a mistake.
I wonder how long it will take me to forget about him and get on with my life?
Blake
I wonder how long it will take me to forget about her and go on with my life?
Like a fool, I stare at the words on my cell phone, ‘I’M SORRY’ until I can’t focus anymore. It’s been a month since she left me. Her scent still lingers on the pillow she slept on.
Okay, I know I’m weird and gross for not washing it yet!
I have to get out of this house today and do something positive with myself. The last few days have been hard for some reason. I look at the last thing Rachelle sent to me nearly every damn day. The last few days, I’ve taken it out and looked at it many times.
The urge to text back is taking me over. Max and Kip have given me the advice of staying strong and not contacting her. They said she should take some time.
Only thing is, Kip told me she was going to go on a date with a British guy she works with and that’s eating me up inside. What if she likes him? What if that ends any chance we have to get back together and get married and have kids and a dog?
We’d name the dog, Rufus, and he’d go with us everywhere.
I’ve been living way too much in fantasy land here lately.
There are two more days until the reunion at Max’s foster parents’ home. I used some of my money to make a donation and the children’s home used it to make upgrades on all the houses and added in playground equipment.
The house parents are throwing a reunion party for all the past people who spent time with them. Rachelle has most likely been sent an invitation, but I doubt she’d go.
That would be a normal thing to do and she’s not into doing normal things!
Her old foster parents might ask her how she’s been doing, and she’d find that invasive at the very least. No, Rachelle is a closed book. She’d never go to a reunion like that. Not in a million years.
My cell phone rings and I nearly throw it as I was looking at it so hard. It’s Max so I answer it, a little sad it’s not her. “Hey, Max.”
“Hey, Blake. What are you up to?”
Should I tell him the truth? Nah, that’s just too pathetic.
“Just thinking about what I can do with this beautiful day. You?” I ask, opting for a more normal thing to say I’m doing.
“I’m thinking about taking a cruise in my chopper and wanted to know if you wanted me to pick you up and bring you back here to Houston. Lexi took the kids and went to visit her parents for the week. I would’ve went too, but we have that reunion in just a few days and you and I have to make an appearance at that since we donated the money to make all the improvements.”
“That sounds cool! I’ve been wanting to take a ride in that beast. Any chance you’ll ever teach me how to fly, Max?”
“I taught Kip, I can teach you too, if you want.”
“Cool! I’ll be ready. There’s an empty lot that’s been all cleared out to make a playground for the neighborhood. I bought it, so it’s safe for you to land there. See you soon then.”
“Okay, see you soon, Blake.”
I end the call and suddenly feel a lot better about life in general. Placing the phone in my back pocket, I make a promise to myself not to look at that damn text Rachelle left me for the remainder of this week, at least.
I have to put that chick behind me once and for all!
Rachelle
A loud knock wakes me up. The sun is streaming in my bedroom window. A quick glance at my phone tells me it’s ten in the morning. I wonder who’s here.
Pulling a robe on, I make my way to the door just as the person on the other side knocks again. “Shelly!” Peyton’s voice calls out.
I open the door and find Peyton and Pax standing at the door with a bag full of something. “Morning.”
Peyton comes in as I stand back and Pax grabs my leg and hugs it. “Hewo, Aunt Chewi.”
Pax’s little Elmer Fud speech impediment is too cute. I pick him up and hug him tight. “Hello to you too, Mr. Paxie Poo!” I leave a kiss on his chubby cheek and he giggles.
Peyton is unloading the bag of breakfast on my little table. “I picked up omelets for us and pancakes for my big boy.”
“How sweet,” I say as I take Pax and place him in a chair at the table and grab us some orange juices out of the fridge. “What’s the occasion?”
Peyton gives me a look that tells me to cut the bullshit. “Duh! The big date. I want details, Shell.”
I sit down and open the Styrofoam lid and check out the food. Presentation is appalling, but the green and red bell peppers are yummy looking. I take a bite and grab a little cup of the salsa to add to it.
“Not much to tell,” I finally say as Peyton stares at me. “I won’t be doing that again for a long time. If ever again.”
“The guy an ass or what?” Peyton asks as she cuts up Pax’s pancakes and he runs his fingers in the syrup and licks them. “Really Pax? You couldn’t wait for Mommy to help you?”
He shakes his little blonde head and smiles as he continues to lick his chubby, little fingers. “Mmmmm,” he moans.
“The guy was nice. He’s great really. I’m not ready, that’s all,” I say and take another bite of my food.
“Call him, She
ll,” Peyton says then takes a bite of her eggs and makes a face then grabs three cups of salsa and some cheese and dumps them all over the omelet. She takes another bite and nods. “Not nearly as good as yours, but what can I do? You won’t come work for us, so I’m forced to eat crap.”
“I’ve had worse. Thank you, by the way. And call who?” I ask as I get up and get a wet cloth to de-sticky young Pax.
“Don’t act as if you have no idea who I’m talking about. You don’t fool me. So, if the date went bad, why not call Blake?”
“Because I didn’t tell you this because it’s humiliating,” I sit back down and take Pax’s hand and try to clean it as he tugs it, trying to place it back in the syrup. “I texted him, telling him that I was sorry and he never responded. I messed up too bad this last time. He’s done with me.”
“I can’t believe you kept that a secret, Shell. I could’ve asked Kip to make sure Blake got the message. There is a chance he didn’t get it, you know.” She takes another bite and makes a face. “Please come work for us or at least teach me to cook.”
“I’ll teach you to cook,” I say and she frowns. “I know you’d rather pay me to do it, but you should learn anyway. Never know when you may need the skill of cooking to take care of your growing little family you know.”
“Well, text him again. Just say you wanted to see if he was having a nice day or something like that. It doesn’t have to be any more than a friendly reminder you still walk this Earth.” Peyton got up to get another wet cloth to clean her son up with. “Remind me to never give this child anything with syrup ever again.”
“Syrup!” Pax shouts and puts his hand back in the sticky liquid. “Yummy!”
I laugh and say, “Another real treat is how he’s going to be bouncing off the walls once that sugar hits him. You will be leaving soon, won’t you?”
“Not a chance. We plan to hang out with you the whole day. I have noticed your eyes are a little swollen. Is that because the movie you saw was a tear jerker?” she asks me with a knowing look.
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