Love Me, Please
38. Wish You Were Here

The corner of the eye caught a certain amount of movement before a giant-like middle-aged man held Kayden down easily and locked his arm. A tavern attendant stood some distance away watching.

Kay jerks her hand. As soon as he took off, he took a step back and stopped right in front of me.

It is still a fortress for me.

"Calm down, Young man. Fighting is not the place. Don't bother customers who want to enjoy their drinks! It's a public place. Find somewhere else!" The man Kayden and Beckham took turns, making sure the two young men understood his point.

Dom nodded and immediately cleaned up the items. While Kayden was still standing with a hunting breath.

I rushed to put books and writing equipment in my bag. The big man and the tavern attendant were still standing near us. Finished, I hold the hand of my lover who seems to still be controlled by emotions. "Sorry" I told them. Guilt and shame for having caused a commotion include. "We're leaving."

The Big Man looked at me in full view. "You sure you'll be fine, Young Lady?"

I just nodded. "Let's go," I told Kay, thanking God for following.

Be. My extra study session ended horribly.

Kay let go of my hand as we got next to the parked car not far from the store. "Where's the goddamn kid? Let me give him a lesson to remember to be kapok!"

I restrained his movement by placing a palm over the chest of Kayden's field. "Yanh, that. It's all just a misunderstanding."

Kayden looked at me with a look of disbelief. "Misunderstand how? I see you shaking and he's trying to hold you, Yang! That's what it's called if it's not insolent?"

"No, Yang. You're wrong." I closed my eyes for two seconds and then opened slowly along with the breath I was breathing. "I was thinking about it again. You know, right, if I can't keep quiet? Yeah, I'm shaking my hand. Beck just told me to stop doing that so I could concentrate more, really, Yang. He had no other intention to touch me. It's."

My boyfriend looked at me very closely. His forehead frowned as he scanned and searched for anything that could be used to support his theory. However, dear a thousand times dear, will not be found anything despite searching outside inside.

I really hope so.

Because, if Kayden has been studying the science of reading my every behavior, in the last year I think I've started to curse at the art of secrecy. The pretense that allowed me to sail on the waves of life "good" for nearly twelve months. "Which, I'm serious. I'm all right. He doesn't fuck with me." I looked at his blue eyes without a middle. "You don't believe me, do you, like me?" I immediately pulled out the mainstay style that became Kayden's weakness.

I think everything related to me is a weakness for him. Or it could be said that .. I am that weakness.

Hell, wait for my arrival.

Sure enough, his originally sharp gaze immediately softened. Breathing out loud. "You sure?"

"Of course," I lie while my lungs fill with breath. "I'm fine, honey. And since you're here now, I feel a hundred percent fine."

Fiiiines.

"Okay, then." Kayden dipped the tubers and immersed me deep into his arms. The fingers of his right hand were slipping between the strands of my hair, the palm firmly holding the back of the head while his left hand rested at the base of my back. "But you don't expect me to apologize to that son of a bitch. My judgment will never change about him. Once a bastard remains a bastard."

Warm and comfortable clutches of his body with squashed eyes. "But, Yang," my band on Kay's chest. "You, right, promise to keep the attitude? Please, no more incidents like this in the future, huh? I beg you, Yang. I want to be on the team again."

I think our bodies moved together in the moment he took another deep breath. "Okay. I'm sorry. Anything for you. I will do anything for you. I will give you anything you want."

I then raised my head and landed a kiss on the stern jaw that became one of the many things that made me fall in love with him. The physical appearance of perfect is just a bonus. What really becomes the ultimate gift is what is stored behind this chest cavity. Her heart. His soul. "Thank you's. Love you." - Love you." That's when this ain glanced towards the tavern. From the glass walls were pairs of eyes that were still watching us.

I felt this body move along with its deep breaths and puffs. Again. "I'm so fxcking sorry, darling. I've always been out of control about things that have to do with you."

I understand very well that he did not intend to say it as a complaint, but what it is possible to do; this self caught him in some other way. The feeling of being a burden because it is too troublesome this guy feels more and more thickened.

I'm the one who should be saying that to you, honey.

I'm so fxcking sorry.

****

That short message came in and stayed on my phone from a few hours ago. I opened it, I read it, but I just let the two ticks turn blue without a reply.

What nan to say?

Am I okay? No. gabe. But what does it matter?

The feelings are back on the raging. I spent our drive home in silence, quibbling tiredly at Kayden. After arriving home, I reopened our discussion notebook.

Don't think! Don't think! I kept repeating that sentence in my heart. In the hope that a miracle will come and completely divert me from the taste that I do not want to taste.

The discussion sheet is again plastered on the table. Confirm the frustration on the numbers there. Why can't I still do it?

While picking up subjects that I was starting to believe were indeed full of bad luck, I examined again the answers written by Beckham while memicing. Why can't I do it? I think I know how to solve this. Why could? Is my brain really messed up?

Angkara was a moment. Suddenly the book had already floated up and ended up crashing into the wall before falling to the floor and barking shabbily. "Aragh!" I screamed at the room that felt increasingly narrow.

No. No, no, no. I gotta get out of here!

Darted me out of the room, from the empty house through the side door before grabbing the key on the hanger. In an instant Casa de Levine had become a black dot until it finally disappeared from the middle rearview mirror of my car.

I let the beauty take me wherever she wants. Sonder realized, unexpectedly we had stopped in a very familiar parking lot.

He knows what I need.

"Hi, Mama," I said to the wind. "Niki wants to rest here first. Can, huh?"

Blindfold. I leaned a tired body on a stone that was still warm due to sun exposure. I let the taste spread and possess the soul. To reduce the drag. To calm down.

I wish you were here, Ma.

****

The shudder in my shirt pocket made me aghast. Instantly I catalogued the situation around. I remember where I was. I still have a memory of how I got here. I did not lose consciousness.

That's a good sign, isn't it? I reckon.

The baskara was already so low in the sky.

I don't know how long I slept.

Once again the vibration that woke me up was present. There were some messages coming in.

Becky: it's okay. Don't think too much. We'll try again tomorrow

Becky: it's my turn to find a place

Becky: tomorrow I'll tell you

Becky: see you there

Hm.

To be continued ....