man!
I thumped my hand against the leather seat and pouted. Jacob eyed me but I didn’t care.
Once back at the apartment I made myself dinner, spaghetti, and settled into Siva’s family room to watch TV. I didn’t get to watch much TV when he was here. I spent most of my time in my room.
I pulled out my laptop and checked my email. My mom had sent:
Hey sweetie,
Haven ’ t heard from you in a while. Should I be worried? The weather here is hot, hot, hot! I wish you would come visit or at least call more. I miss you, Sloane.
Love, Mom
I instantly felt bad. I loved my mom. She was the greatest person in the world. But sometimes she didn’t understand me. She had never understood my passion for journalism or my desire to move to London. But she was my mom and she accepted it because she loved me. I knew it was hard on her with dad being gone and I felt like such a horrible person for ignoring her. Some daughter I am. But after Dev died I had felt closed off and then Mac attempted to rape me and I felt like it was easier to keep my mom ignorant. I hadn’t told her about the rape. If I had, she would’ve been on the first plane out here dragging my butt back to Georgia.
I hit the reply button and sat there thinking of what to say.
Hi mom,
I apologize for not contacting you more. I ’ ve been really busy at work. You know, trying to climb my way up the journalism ladder. It ’ s been hard on me since Dev died. I ’ m living with his brother right now. I miss you too, mom, more than you know. Maybe if I can get some time off I ’ ll come visit. I think my lungs are suffering from humidity withdrawals. How ’ s work and the dogs? Are you doing okay? I worry about you. I ’ ll try to keep in touch better.
I love you.
Sloane
I hit send.
There was nothing on TV so I read a book instead. My eyes became heavy so I made my way upstairs and co llapsed on the bed. I rolled on to my side. But sleep would not come.
I woke up in the morning with a pounding headache and three hours’ worth of sleep. Not nearly enough. I scurried down the stairs and to the coffee maker. I needed some caffeine like… yesterday.
I smacked into a wall.
“Ow,” I said.
“What are you doing?” growled a voice. “And what’s with your hair?”
I looked up into Siva’s livid face.
“I thought you were gone for business?” I said.
“I was. Now I’m back,” he said.
“Oh. Right,” I said.
“And there’s nothing wrong with my hair,” I pouted stomping into the kitchen.
“Tell that to the birds nest living in your hair,” he followed me. Was he looking to pick a fight? With so little sleep it wouldn’t take much to set me off.
I went to the coffee maker and pressed the button. The machine whirled as it came to life.
I patted my hair. Sure enough my hair was a mess.
“Coffee?” I asked him, picking up a mug.
“Sure,” he said sliding onto a stool.
The coffee finished brewing and I poured us each a mug and added sugar and creamer. In order for me to drink the bitter stuff I had to drink it the way Siva did.
He smiled slightly when I put the mug in front of him.
I sat down beside him not caring that I was wearing holey boxers that once belonged to Dev and a baggy t-shirt while he was dressed impeccably. He wore an expensive pair of jeans and a light green sweater made of a thin material. Siva refused to wear anything short sleeved because it showed his scars.
“Just the way I like it,” he said taking a sip.
I took a sip as well and silence followed.
He cleared his throat.
“I know I haven’t been exactly… the best companion lately,” he ran his hands through his hair.
“You haven’t been,” I said.
He flinched. “I’m sorry for that. It’s just- I’m really confused right now. About a lot of things. You in particular.”
“Me?” I asked and coffee dribbled down my chin. I wiped it away with my hand since I couldn’t find a napkin.
“There’s just something about you,” he said.
I thumped my hand against the leather seat and pouted. Jacob eyed me but I didn’t care.
Once back at the apartment I made myself dinner, spaghetti, and settled into Siva’s family room to watch TV. I didn’t get to watch much TV when he was here. I spent most of my time in my room.
I pulled out my laptop and checked my email. My mom had sent:
Hey sweetie,
Haven ’ t heard from you in a while. Should I be worried? The weather here is hot, hot, hot! I wish you would come visit or at least call more. I miss you, Sloane.
Love, Mom
I instantly felt bad. I loved my mom. She was the greatest person in the world. But sometimes she didn’t understand me. She had never understood my passion for journalism or my desire to move to London. But she was my mom and she accepted it because she loved me. I knew it was hard on her with dad being gone and I felt like such a horrible person for ignoring her. Some daughter I am. But after Dev died I had felt closed off and then Mac attempted to rape me and I felt like it was easier to keep my mom ignorant. I hadn’t told her about the rape. If I had, she would’ve been on the first plane out here dragging my butt back to Georgia.
I hit the reply button and sat there thinking of what to say.
Hi mom,
I apologize for not contacting you more. I ’ ve been really busy at work. You know, trying to climb my way up the journalism ladder. It ’ s been hard on me since Dev died. I ’ m living with his brother right now. I miss you too, mom, more than you know. Maybe if I can get some time off I ’ ll come visit. I think my lungs are suffering from humidity withdrawals. How ’ s work and the dogs? Are you doing okay? I worry about you. I ’ ll try to keep in touch better.
I love you.
Sloane
I hit send.
There was nothing on TV so I read a book instead. My eyes became heavy so I made my way upstairs and co llapsed on the bed. I rolled on to my side. But sleep would not come.
I woke up in the morning with a pounding headache and three hours’ worth of sleep. Not nearly enough. I scurried down the stairs and to the coffee maker. I needed some caffeine like… yesterday.
I smacked into a wall.
“Ow,” I said.
“What are you doing?” growled a voice. “And what’s with your hair?”
I looked up into Siva’s livid face.
“I thought you were gone for business?” I said.
“I was. Now I’m back,” he said.
“Oh. Right,” I said.
“And there’s nothing wrong with my hair,” I pouted stomping into the kitchen.
“Tell that to the birds nest living in your hair,” he followed me. Was he looking to pick a fight? With so little sleep it wouldn’t take much to set me off.
I went to the coffee maker and pressed the button. The machine whirled as it came to life.
I patted my hair. Sure enough my hair was a mess.
“Coffee?” I asked him, picking up a mug.
“Sure,” he said sliding onto a stool.
The coffee finished brewing and I poured us each a mug and added sugar and creamer. In order for me to drink the bitter stuff I had to drink it the way Siva did.
He smiled slightly when I put the mug in front of him.
I sat down beside him not caring that I was wearing holey boxers that once belonged to Dev and a baggy t-shirt while he was dressed impeccably. He wore an expensive pair of jeans and a light green sweater made of a thin material. Siva refused to wear anything short sleeved because it showed his scars.
“Just the way I like it,” he said taking a sip.
I took a sip as well and silence followed.
He cleared his throat.
“I know I haven’t been exactly… the best companion lately,” he ran his hands through his hair.
“You haven’t been,” I said.
He flinched. “I’m sorry for that. It’s just- I’m really confused right now. About a lot of things. You in particular.”
“Me?” I asked and coffee dribbled down my chin. I wiped it away with my hand since I couldn’t find a napkin.
“There’s just something about you,” he said.
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