you and me to the end of time

Chapter 8: Spending a day together part 2

Hobi POV

As we get back to the dressing rooms we both rinse our bodies of the saltwater before meeting up again outside of the shop. As I stand here under the water I feel my heart pumping. I don't know if it is adrenaline or excitement or something else, but I feel the happiest I have been in a long time. The thought of everything else we have to do later today, almost makes me giggle for myself, then I remember that the upcoming conversation could be sad, but don't worry sweet Maria, it's safe with me and I want you to know that. I get done before it takes too long, get dressed then head outside the shop. I only wait two minutes as she comes still fixing her hair, when she sees me she smiles big and almost runs over to me. oh she looks so sweet. "Are you ready?" I ask her, smiling brightly at her. "yes. but can we maybe walk along the beach while we talk, the ocean always seems to calm me down so i would think that is better that just sitting at a table." she says looking down at the beach. "Of course, no problem. Let's get those drinks." I said to her then went into the shop. "what do you want?'' I ask her as she looks up at the menu board. "you know i can pay for myself right?" she asks as she smirks at me. don't start that now or you might not be able to finish it. " Oh, I know that. but since i asked you out i am paying. So what do you want? " I say in a slightly more demanding tone. Did I just say that I asked you out. could she see this as a date? "ok then i would like the strawberry milkshake then." she says. "got it.'' I say and give her a wink, making her giggle as I head over to the counter.

after we got our drinks we head down to the beach. "ok i don't quite know where to begin right now." she says, not looking at me as she just looks down in the sand where we are walking. "you can just tell me what you are comfortable with sharing, i promise i wont judge you in any way." I say to her, not trying to force her. "It's a lot and it's not a good story." she says. "I already figured that out from you crying. and that's one of the reasons i want to know. i don't know how many you have told, but it really does help to open up about this kind of stuff so it doesn't build up inside. and I promise I will do everything in my power to still give you the best day after. you can trust me." I say to her, grabbing her hand gently, making her look at me. "if there is one thing i am sure about then it is that i can trust you. ok here goes." she says and i am not letting go of her hand as she takes a deep breath before starting. and i will try to contain myself from whatever i will feel doing this and let her finish. "it all started a couple of years ago. no actually i might just start from the very beginning. My parents were addicts for a long time during my childhood and it got so bad that they couldn't care for me probably, so i got placed in an orphanage, but still had contact with them. and the relationship with my father actually got better, but it was not the same with my mother. She continued down the same path, while me and my father began to build a bond, he taught me how to cook, which was our thing then, and while I was still growing up in an orphanage away from them I finally had the feeling that I was loved. Then I got into a relationship and everything seemed perfect at that time. We moved in together and we got a dog together. though every day it seemed to get worse. He was manipulative and aggressive, but I always thought that was kind of normal. Then my dad got sick, and it only got worse and worse. I went into a coma more times than I can count on both hands and feet. and my boyfriend kept getting more and more aggressive, trying to control everything in my life. and my dad got so sick that we were told to visit him one last time because they didn't know when his time would come. He wouldn't let me go and see my father and then he passed away. and i didnt get to say goodbye to him. I blamed myself for that for a long time. life was a living hell, and my boyfriend began to hit me very hard, kick the dog, and threaten me daily. After almost a year of this I finally escaped from him and I began to talk a bit more with my mother. but she is manipulative also but in another sense. She tries to play the victim everyday, controlling my life even as an adult, and always complains to me about who knows what. She can't stand me being away from her because she is scared I will leave her also, but i just can't stand it anymore. When we bumped into each other I had just spoken on the phone with her and she said some stupid stuff about not wanting to live anymore because I was away and blaming me. I just had enough." she then stops. I have let her talk just like I wanted to, but I really wasn't expecting that. I thought she would just say a little bit since we still barely know each other. but she just bared her heart to me. showing me that she does trust me. "omg Maria. I am so sorry all of this has happened to you. I don't know what to say. I am sorry if it was hard to talk about." I said to her, still holding onto her hand as I looked apologetic into her beautiful eyes. they shine like she would be crying but no tears fall from her eyes. "It's ok Hobi. It's a chapter of my life that I can't change but I am moving on slowly. so you don't have to worry. and it was nice to talk about it with you. you are a great listener." she says giving me a smile that shows she appreciated my silence when she was telling her story. I swear to God I will protect you, no matter what kind of relationship we might build. I only feel more fond of her now after hearing this. "Thank you. ok let's finish these so we can get on with our day, i promised a good day so lets not let this go to our heads anymore." I say to her and she nods. Then we finish the drinks quickly, then head back to the car still hand in hand as I caress the inside of hers.