Shattered

Loving someone

Usually on weekends, I hang out with my family. And by family I mean Liz's mom , her younger sister: Charlotte and Liz.

But today, they're going to do dress fitting. All of them, so I'm here alone. Trying to Netflix and chill. Which is proving to be extremely difficult. 

Pacific Rim is playing, and all I'm doing is checking my phone every five minutes. Waiting for text message from any one of them.

It's actually pretty boring. My mind constantly drifts to Liz.

How we met and all. I smile to myself when I remember the girl that came up to me two years ago looking for a job.

She told me that she would do anything,  she didnt mind cleaning the company bathrooms just so that she can have something to eat.

For almost two months she worked as a domestic worker. I remember how dedicated she had been. She would stay until late . Even pitch in for other workers.

She was like a fascinated child in a candy store, eager to learn.

A few weeks into her job,  I found her at the building at nearly one in the am's . When I had asked why she was there.

I remember tears shedding like a waterfall. She told me how she didnt want to go back there, that it was not easy being there.

I didnt understand what she meant until she took me to where her family lives. I remember the shock that flashed by my eyes when I say the little family.

They were living under a bridge near the main sewer station. The smell itself was unbearable,  the smell of stagnant water was aggravating.

So like the gentlemen I was raised to be by my father, I took them in and made sure they were okay.

That's when Liz and I fell inlove. I just never expected it. That someone would thrust into my life like that and have a soft spot immediately.

And now I live for her. Everyday while I'm at work, be it that I feel tired or that I cant do it anymore, I remember that I promised her the best life she could've imagined.

I bought her mother a bakery just down main street and put her sister in a private high school . Charlotte is one of the most intelligent people I've ever met, I have hope in her. I know that she wont disappointment.

But Liz? Elizabeth Hart has my entire being. She owns me. Everytime I close my eyes her ocean orbs appear. Her petite nose and golden locks haunt me. But I dont want them to stop.

I love it.

Everything about her is perfect. She is extremely kind and caring. She loves dogs and she loves learning. She loves the smell of vanilla. And her smile? Gosh her smile can get a grown man on his knees.

Her laughter brightens up my day. God knows how many times I've rushed home from work just to hear that noise. Everytime she laughs,  her smile reaches her eyes. The ocean blue of her eyes glow and crystallize a bit. It makes me want to freeze-frame the moment.

God I love her.

Waking up next to her everyday feels like Christmas morning. She feels like a beautiful day with the sun adorning the blue sky while you're taking a barefooted walk down the beach.

She is solace. She is peace. She is super sophisticated. She's like a flower in a dull garden. And she's so smart.

She gave me something I never knew I needed until she gave it to me.

There's so much I want to do for her. I want to work so hard that she never has to raise another finger to work. And I want to give her as many children as she wants.

Gosh I love her.

"What's got you smiling champ?" Someone says. I look up and see ocean eyes, but they aren't Elizabeth's.

Instead it's Charlotte.

"You know who he's thinking about." Her mother says.

"Mrs Hart. Welcome." I greet, I land a kiss on her cheek.

They both live in an apartment just near NYU , for proximity sake for Charlie.

"Yes, yes." She says struggling to keep a hold of the bags in her arms.

"I'll help with that." I tell her. She smiles. Now I'm not good with adult, but one thing for sure, this woman loves me.

"What are we making for dinner?" Charlie asks from the lounge room.

"I still havent figured it out. What do you want to eat Nate?" She asks. Her blue orbs are an exact replica to Liz's .

"I could use some of your delicious pizza?" I ask pouting.

"Mrs Hart, where is Liz?" I ask.

She looks at me scoldingly. She insists I call her mom and I'm just not feeling that.

"Pizza it is, Eliza said that she would be behind. She didnt exactly tell us why." She says.

I nod, she and her daughter begin making pizza.

I call her. Her phone rings multiple times but no answer. I try this four times. And I also text her. But nothing.

Feeling a bit worried now I head back to the kitchen to the family.

I grab a block of cheese to nibble nervously on. I was worried about her being out there all alone at this time. It was almost seven PM.

Before I could call her again, she walked in. She looked extremely exhausted and disoriented.

"Evening." She says.

Mrs Hart and Charlotte mumble greetings to her. I look up at her, but before I go over to kiss her, shes already left.

What was that?

I walk up to the room and find that she's showering . That is extremely odd.

I dont say anything. I walk back down to the kitchen.

"You alright there champ?" Charlotte asks.

"Yea, just waiting on the pizza. Is it good yet?" I ask. And Mrs Hart silently plates one for me and pushes it to me.

When Liz walks back in, they hand her a plate and they both leave the kitchen. She takes a seat next to me on the barstool.

"Hey." She breathes. Staring at me, her eyes are filled with mystery.

"Didnt you hear your phone ringing?" Is all I could mutter. Calmly to say the least.

"No." She says, and she furrows her brows. She fishes for the phone from the pocket of my white hoodie. She turns it on and immediately her face turns to alot of emotions . Some I could make out being guilt and shock.

"I'm so sorry Nathan. I didnt hear it, I was just so busy. I couldn't... I'm sorry Nate." She apologises.

"What were you busy with?" I ask, biting it out.

"I... I... was... I uhh-" she tries but is interrupted by Charlotte.

Waving my work phone which has an incoming call.

"Mr Rickell." She whispers.

I take the call. The entire time staring at Elizabeth, telling her with my eyes that I'm not done with her.

Something doesnt feel right about this.

Mr Rickell seems to have a lot of ideas which I am not even going to consider because we have tried them before but they fail every way we try them.

By the time the call ends, Elizabeth is asleep. Or maybe she is pretending. 

I watch her sleep. Something is seriously wrong.