Just as Mario was about to settle down
with a nice, cold beer, he heard the old brass knocker thump the door
twice. He yelled, “I'm coming,” as he put the beer on the kitchen
counter and walked towards the door. Elijah stood there with a blank
stare, as he opened the door.
“Hey man, come in. You want a beer?”
Elijah strutted in behind Mario and shut the door.
“No, I came to ask you what the hell
you were thinking, when you broke up with Belle while she was in a
coma. You didn't even have the decency to do it while she was awake.
She loved you.” Elijah felt his face turn fifty shades of red. He
didn't really have any place to question Mario's actions. He didn't
have a right to come barging into his house and judging him for
staying in a loveless relationship, but Elijah had to know why Mario
would leave a kind soul as Isabella.
As a child, Elijah was repeatedly told
he was unlovable by an important adult in his life. As he grew up
down the street from Mario, he saw Mario have all the luck in the
world with girls falling all over him. All he ever wanted was just
one single soul on this Earth to find him and love him. A fiery pit
of jealous raged on as he watched Mario treat women as if they were
disposable toys.
“Wait, she told you that? She's no
longer in the coma?” Mario rubbed the back of his neck and took a
long slow swig from his beer.
“Yeah, well, apparently she didn't
have time to tell you because you were too busy being selfish.”
Elijah crossed his arms.
“Oh stop it. I wasn't trying to be
vicious. I just wanted to vent to her, practice before I really had
to admit that it wasn't working any longer.” Mario sighs, “She
must hate me now, but you on the other hand have no room to judge me.
You don't know what our relationship was like; you don't own us, and
frankly, I don't see why it's any of your business.”
Elijah rubbed his eyebrows, “I'm not
saying you were trying to hurt her, but you have the worst timing.
Whatever, I came to tell you that when she's released from the
hospital tomorrow she'll be on complete bed-rest, and I told her she
could stay with me since you guys were having troubles. I will need
some of her things, and maybe you should go see her and actually talk
to her, like two consenting adults.”
Mario left Elijah in the entry way, as
he walked up the stairs and into the master bedroom. A feeling of
peace and comfort fell upon him, as he realized he no longer would
have to walk these halls attached to someone's hip, no longer would
he have to be quiet after a night of drinking with pals in fear of
waking Isabella, no longer would he have to watch chick flicks and
look at mutual friends engagement rings as hints, no longer would he
be invited to co-ed baby showers, no longer would he feel guilty
about sliding into someone else's sheets and letting their body heat
floor him into euphoria.
The suitcases holding all of
Isabella's clothes were already packed and leaning against the bed.
Mario figured the least he could do was pack her things, since he was
pretty sure she would hate him after being dumped. He had laid out
each item and folded it gently, possibly wafting in the sweet smell
of lavender laundry detergent she used instead of the whiskey and
cigarette smell fumigating his closet. He carried the suitcases down
to Elijah and made a mental note to ask Isabella to come take the
rest of her things when she was well and in her own apartment.
At Elijah's house, he was putting away
Isabella's clothes in the guest bedroom. The pale green walls would
soothe her; it was suppose to be a relaxing color, but as he picked
it up from the hardware store, when he originally bought the house,
he thought it looked like the sour limes he puckered after each shot
of tequila. The white wooden dresser matched the white, de-stressed,
queen sized bed frame. The bedroom felt like an old country magazine
cover, all to the help of his momma. As, he continued to put away her
clothes, a picture frame fell out of the inside panel of the
suitcase. It was a picture of Elijah and Isabella on his last day of
teaching in Ohio. Elijah allowed his heart to skip a beat and his
mind to wander only for a second before he grabbed a bottle of water
from the fridge and headed back up to the hospital; he didn't want
Isabella to get lonely.
At elevator, Elijah bumped into Luke
and Destiny, “Oh! Hey, Elijah. Isabella's asleep. Why don't you
come downstairs with us for lunch, while she rest?” He reluctantly
accepted his offer, and stayed in the elevator waiting for them to
get on.
Isabella had only pretended to be
asleep, so everyone would leave. She needed to talk to Mario, and she
had put it off until she was alone, but it seemed as though as soon
as one person left her room another would come. Her heart felt heavy,
as she reached for the landline phone connected to the wall, sitting
on the night stand beside her bed. She picked up the off-white
receiver and dropped it immediately, as Elijah walked into her room.
“I knew you weren't asleep. Remember
that time you pretended to be asleep in your car on break, so that I
wouldn't be able to talk to you after I told you I was moving to
Nashville? It's always been your go to defense mechanism. In other
news, the guest room is all set for you. I even went by and got some
of your clothes from your house, I mean Mario's house, I mean... I
don't know.” Isabella's face went from a sly smirk straight to a
frown.
“So, I guess this is real, uh? I'm
really not in a relationship anymore.” She fought the urge to cry.
Those magical whites pills the nurse handed her every morning were
toying with her emotions, but if she kept a stash of them, they
created a magnificent high.
Elijah's soul was on fire, as his
heart twitched. As far as Isabella knew, he was just her friend, so
he had to focus on comforting her instead of pouncing on this fresh
prey. Do rebound relationships really work? If only I could love
her the way she deserved to be loved. She deserves so much from a
patient, willing man. He could feel her tugging at his heart in
every right direction. How could she not see that? Elijah's blank
expression caused Isabella to consider his thoughts and whether she
was venting to much to him, Mario was his cousin, but by the time she
opened her mouth to speak, he realized he had been staring at her and
said, “Darling, it'll be okay. You'll get over this in a flash and
start working down town like it's no one's business. The boys will be
lining the streets to have a chance with you.”
Isabella scooted over and patted the
bed next to her. She was tired of sleeping alone. Even when Mario
slept with his secretary, the widow down the street, and the vet
technician, he always came home at night, even when it was two or
three in the morning, and lay next to her. His body heat would
attract her, and even in the dead of sleep, she would coil into him,
safe. She needed to be warm, feel love. Elijah stared at her with
unsure eyes, but decided they both needed uninterrupted sleep and
laid down beside her. Crammed into a tight space, Isabella feel
asleep on his chest, and Elijah feel asleep with the scent of her
hair drifting through his nostrils. His strong arms wrapped around
her a tad tight, and he drifted into dreams where she was his
reality.
Elijah woke up in a cold sweat,
pushing Isabella away. His dream was so real, so sweet, so scary. The
sun was blaring and all Elijah could taste was Isabella's soft,
vanilla skin. He could feel her sticky body covering his, as sweat
bead off his forehead. Then a car was heading straight for them,
pushing up sand, and Isabella jumped in the way.
He rushed to the bathroom, careful not
to wake Isabella, and splashed warm water on his face. Isabella
turned on her side in her sleep muttering about where Elijah had
gone, “Hey, Belle I'm heading to the cafeteria to go get some
coffee. Go back to sleep.”
Elijah pushed his shaky legs down the
hallway, down two flights of stairs, and to the cafeteria, no sign of
Luke or Destiny in sight. He wondered how long he had been asleep
with Isabella. He slumped into a corner booth, after buying a coffee.
He looked down at the cup with it's steam floating into the cool
hospital air and mixing until it was out of sight. He let it stay
there untouched, black as the bags under his eyes. He almost slipped
into another nap, when his phone began to ring.
“Hey, how is she?” Mario asked, no
matter how angry he thought elijah was at him, he knew he'd always
answer his call.
“What?” Elijah sat up straight and
shook his brain awake.
“Don't play games. I know you're at
the hospital. How is she?”
Elijah huffed, “If you want to know
you'll have to come see her yourself.” Mario hung up on him.
Putting his cell phone in his pocket, Elijah leaned back against the
cool leather of the booth. He ran his fingers through his soft,
blonde hair and closed his eyes, recalling the dream he had had
fifteen minutes earlier.
Never seeing a therapist or church
counselor, Elijah knew something in his heart, his soul was broken.
He was afraid someone would tell him it would forever be broken, so
he continued to walk through life miserable, but content in making
others happy. Elijah had always thought of Isabella as a younger
sister because to him, she was untouchable. Now that Mario was out of
the picture, he dared to dream, but in reality, Elijah knew she would
never want him.
When Elijah made it back to Isabella's
room she was still sleeping. His gut told him to wait with her, but
his eyes saw the puffy couch in the waiting room and persuaded him to
go lay down. As he walked to the waiting he saw Mario walk down the
hall. Elijah decided to head home; they were probably going to be
talking for quite a long time. It would give him a chance to shower
and go to bed.
In rush hour traffic, Elijah sat
bumper to bumper on the freeway. His eyelids were slowly getting
heavy, as he inched forward to his exit. Elijah hadn't felt the
energy slowly leave his body, but while his body eased into the
leather chair, he could feel himself slipping into sleep. He turned
up the radio, in hopes of one day hearing his own voice on there, and
rolled the windows down, feeling the cold wind smack him in the face.
At home, Elijah went upstairs and
threw off his stinky, sweaty clothes to take a long, hot, steamy
shower. The water rolling off his body felt like such relief of
stress and tension. His thoughts raced around his head until they
landed comfortably on Isabella, who was sweet as honey, smart as
Einstein, but just a friend. Elijah wanted clarity, but he didn't
know how to look to for advice; everyone who knew him knew Isabella
and was likely to spread his inquiries to her. His heart was urging
him to more forward, but his head was telling him he wasn't the one;
she deserved so much more.
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