Normally when someone runs away from their problems, they are not looking for new ones. That is usually the mindset. Never did Sabian think that accepting new friendships would do exactly that.
Sabian "Sable" Reeve is a typical 21 year old who alway...
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I have only been in Hawaii for one day and I already don't want to leave. How could I when this place was just absolutely gorgeous? I cannot remember the last time Darrell and I were allowed to sleep in, with nowhere to be or obligations to be held. Along with Pantera's success came money and Darrell made plenty, but we never allowed it to get to our heads, making sure we stayed humble.
So, having hotel staff at every beck and call for us during our stay was not something I was every used to. I will always be a small-town girl. Growing up in Grand Prairie was interesting to say the least. Only being 12 minutes away from Arlington, we were so small that if you blinked, you would miss it. It wasn't a joke in how close Darrell and I grew up together. I was lucky to have caught a few of Pantera's earlier performances back in the 80's, when I would snuck out of the house and make the trip over to Arlington. Not knowing that eventually the band would play a huge part in my life.
My mama raised me at a young age to work hard for what I wanted and to always be grateful in what I had; she was a good Christian woman till the very end. Lately I have caught myself missing her more, wondering in how she would've felt about me being with Darrell, seeing him as the generous man that he was? Part of me would like to think she would. Thoughts of my daddy have also plagued my thoughts. Was he still alive and if so, why had he not tried to reach out? Had he stopped and thought about me ever? Darrell being my best friend, I shared these thoughts with him over the years, usually it would come up around the anniversary of when I lost my mother. Darrell would try to convince me in hiring a PI to find my daddy, but I always felt it was best if we just allowed the sleeping dog lie.
Shuffling behind me caught my attention and had me turn away from the balcony view to glance over my shoulder, seeing my favorite pair of blues staring right back at me. Looking unpleased that I was no longer in bed with him, " mmm what are you doing over there baby?" he groaned. Darrell was finally waking up from his peaceful slumber that I didn't want to wake him up from, the poor man barely rested it felt like. At least it was peaceful for him though, because on my end it always sounded like he was sawing trees versus sawing logs. I was blessed to have a partner who not only was a heavy sleeper, but a heavy snorer as well.
Memories of the first few months being rough, took me a while to get used to it. Eventually the sounds that used to drive me insane, became sounds that were comforting. Or maybe I just have lost my mind.
When I woke up, I wanted to see the ocean view the hotel had to offer, I couldn't help but open up the double doors that led out to our private balcony. The smell, the feeling of the sun, and the sound of the ocean. I may have died and gone to heaven. I took my time and sat with a cup of tea, waiting for my day to slowly start. Shrugging my shoulder, "just allowing the world to pass me by," soon finding myself distracted that his naked form was still lying in bed. God, this man was dangerously addictive, he didn't even know it. I bit my lip to admire more when the cover dipped just enough below his bellybutton, wanting to follow that tuff of hair further under the blankets.
