Sarah
“Are you excited?” Ian asks as he helps me change.
I put my right hand into the sleeve and then my left.
This last week we became very close, he talked about his wife all the time, but also we talked about serious and philosophical subjects.
Thomas King came to visit me as well. He was a serious man; he had a scar from his forehead to his right cheek, and he insisted that Bruno and I should work for him. I just nodded politely, but I didn’t agree to anything.
“I am! I just want to be in Bruno’s house for now—”
“Our house,” interrupts my green-eyed man.
When I turn around, I find him holding a bouquet of flowers. He walks towards me and places a shy kiss on my lips. “I didn't know if you liked the flowers or not, but I took a chance.”
“I love them, thank you.”
We had gone two days without seeing each other and even though I told Bruno I was fine with it; I hoped he couldn't hold back, but he just sent a cell phone to communicate whenever we wanted.
Anyway, I am grateful to see him now and I can't wait to get out of this place. Ian had discharged me a few hours ago and Bruno promised to pick me up to take me home.
Walking through the parking lot, I wonder which car Bruno has now, but I find the same minivan as last time.
“I had to extend the reservation, I promise to buy something decent.”
I laugh, “By the way, what happened to the car you had?” I remember he had an Aston Martin.
Bruno helps me sit while he answers me. “Carter took care of it, I don't want it, it brings back bad memories.”
“Same boy.”Life is here.
Sometimes I feel my body had lived a thousand lives. I learn something from every single life I live. I learn to not be shallow, to be true to myself, to my feelings, I learn to believe in myself even when no one trusted me. I learn to love like nobody is watching, to smile when I really want it and to open my mind.
After a few minutes of carried, I realize that something strange is happening.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask in a muddle; this is not the usual way.
“Home.” He answers with a grin.
“But this is not the neighborhood.”
Bruno laughs, but doesn’t say anything else.
The vehicle begins to climb a road full of pines and sharp curves.
“Bruno...” I call again. “What's going on?”
In the last curve, the old leafy pines open their way, letting me see a big house on the mountain.
“You didn't.”
“I did,” answers the cheeky one.
He opens the door and run to my side to help me climb out. He smiles with those huge green eyes and hugs me with such tenderness I feel my heart is about to explode. I see that Carter's Harley is at the door.
I’m totally ecstatic.
There are thousands of red and pink flowers all over the front yard. The house looks like a modern style, lots of windows and wood. White curtains prevent me from seeing inside.
