Getting a taxi to your dads apartment. You have been here before, but it was years ago. That doesn't mean anything has really changed. The home improvements include fresh paint, a new sofa and bedroom furniture. Brunch is simple, homemade grits and bacon. A memory of your mum and dad on a Sunday morning cooking a hot brunch while you watched cartoons. Hearing them laugh together. Wiping the tear before it truly forms, you pour your dad a coffee. He's happy you are feeling better, but wants you to press charges on the person who hit you. "nah, that's not me, karma will get them." you have already moved passed it, right when you orgasmed for the third time by his fingers. "they will get what they give out, right back".
"your mum was the same way, people could cut her off when driving and she would wish them the day they deserved with a smile." His smile is always so soft when he thinks about her. clearing his throat, "kiddo, this could be awkward but can you help me with an outfit, I have a date later!"
The afternoon is actually a lot of fun, you laugh at him first then of course you help. He needs to find his happy. Offering to drive you back, you refuse. "go for a long back, relax and enjoy your dinner. I don't want details, but be your charming self. she will love you, and if she doesn't i will have a few choice words to offer up to the atmosphere".
Telling your dad about Yoongi isn't an option, but you tell him you have been offered a ticket by the staff in the next city as a way of them feeling bad for you. You will leave in the morning. That's the day before the show. Back at the hotel you take advantage of the hot tub, the pool and another massage, before ordering dinner and packing up your things. Not that you have much. Your savings payed for a live in career for your grams, but it runs out on the day of the concert, your dad was with you when you called to tell grams you would be a few days later. Telling her now about your accident and new ticket offer. She is pleased to hear you get another chance to see it, and tells you not to worry about the career. Between the staff at the grey gals club and your kind neighbour she will have someone to be there for her. That's a relief.
Your emergency emergency stash will need to be used to buy clothes when you arrive in Illinoi. Cant be seen wearing the same stuff too soon. You wonder if he realises you are actually living pay check to pay check. He hasn't had to worry about that for quiet sometime.
The desk have sent up a package along with your meal. Its from him. A box of concert merch, t shirts and hoodies, along with other bits. Theres a note.
"hey, Bump. There will be a driver picking you from the hotel first thing and taking you to the airport. At the other side, someone else will collect you and bring you back to me, im only sorry i cant be the one to come get you". He could have called to tell you this but a hand written note is cute. Sending a text you say thank you for the clothes, and the flight.
Ring. Ring.
"hey bump, im almost back at the new suite, the concert stuff you dont have to keep, fuck it sell it on and make some money, I know i would" this reminds you of a clip you watched some time back and it makes you laugh. He totally would.
"make sure to eat something. I guess I will see you tomorrow" its got awkward and you dont know why. Your own insecurities about money, you know hes not having a go at you when he says sell the stuff on. Hes joking with you. But you did consider it, when you first opened the box.
"no dont do that, dont go quiet. I cant get to you to make sure your ok. Speak to me bump. Whats going on in your brain". a little panic in his voice.
"its ok, I will explain when i see you tomorrow. Im going to order dinner and get some sleep". you almost say your truth and then stop yourself. " settle in and relax, night".
Restful sleep wasn't on the cards for you. Sure you drifted off easily enough, but once asleep your dreams where filled with fear and a murky green swamp. You haven't had these sort of night visions since before your mum passed. You would be able to talk it out with her, this kind of thing, she would encourage you to decipher and find meaning, but she's not here and you don't understand. Do you chance it and ask your grams? No, it could make her worry, or it could be absolutely nothing and you have yourself all worked up for nothing. A shower and a quick breakfast of fruit.
The driver, is none other than the bellhop. He takes you to the airport, doesn't speak to you but before he drives off, he smiles and gets back in the car. Navigating the airport is easy, and the departure lounge is packed. Domestic flights with the working class going to and from different cities for business, other passengers going about their day. Sitting at the gate, there is no seats, but you don't mind the floor. The feeling of the hard surface brings the image of you riding him t your mind. "Stop" you tell yourself. A kind looking grandma spots you and your massive grin. She is within ear shot, maybe she heard to telling yourself off. "Dodi, love looks good on you, let it in". Only your grams call you this, your grand ma has a colourful heritage and Dodi is Navajo, Not Cherokee, but hearing it warms your heart. Its means granddaughter. "Nookomas, you may be able to help me with something" you tell her about how you felt and what you remember for the dream, she explains that what you visualised is fear just like what you felt. That love hasn't been easy for you. Trying to down play your feelings to her is redundant, she holds your hand in hers the whole time you talk. "think about what scares you about love Dodi, and why you feel that way" fuck you start crying and this tidy lady cradles you. She doesn't speak, " i lost them and i don't wanna loose again. If i don't let them in it wont hurt when they leave. Im scared he will leave" Wiping your tears into your cheeks, "take back the moisture, use it for the happy tears to come" she kisses your forehead just as your flight is called. "Dodi, ask him to stay, or see if there is a different path for you, but you should walk it together now you have met along the way".
So in short, your ancestors are tell you to open up and don't let go. Easy for them to say, your the one with responsibilities and no corn to barter. The dream and her words now in your head. You only ever asked for two things from your ancestor. A friend and a sign your mum and Moon were together. Both came true. They sent you Moon, and you dreamt of your mum and Moon swimming in the Lake. Maybe they are telling you this is the path you should take. Again your logical mind tells you no. Have some more fun and enjoy it, but it wont be forever.
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Love hits hard.
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