A Gypsy woman.

Chapter Nine.

Chapter nine.

I rush through the cold night air looking past the dancing crowd trying to find him.

“Emilian!” I yell. Pushing through the crowd of people. The drunk and Bright eyed smile at me. “Cacia!” Terrance yells at me, a boy from my childhood as well, an annoyance and a lover of my youth who has yet to let go.

“Dance with me my beauty and drink” he slurs wrapping a hand around my waist and taking a good long swig from a clear bottle of ale.

“No, Terrance not now! I’m looking for Lian.” I say trying to pull away from him.

He laughs wildly smashing the empty bottle on the ground.

“Ugh! You and lian! All the time, do you member..” he pauses to burp like the revolting pig he is.

“When we were together, you never had your heart on me! NO! I was just a place holder! I could never take your attention from the great Emilian.” He waves his hands dramatically in the air.

“What?” I ask halfheartedly, still looking past him for lian.

“See right now! You can’t even look at me! That…hurts!” he says looking down at me. Leaning closer.

“Why… why can’t you just be with me? I’m so much better than him! We belong together cacia!” he whispers forcing his lips onto mine.

I push away at him hard. I feel bile rising in the back of my throat as I taste the raw liquor on his lips. But he continues crashing his lips onto mine forcibly. I push on his chest hard, but his strength over powers my own. until I just drop my hands to my sides, he thinks he’s one and laughs, but in the end he’s shocked as I bite down hard on his bottom lip, sure I’ve caused it to bleed.

He pulls back immediately. And as soon as His face is far enough from mine I pull my fist back and plant a hard punch on his face.  Knocking him backward into the dirt.

“You fowl bastard! Don’t you ever touch me again!” I screech, Not worried about causing a scene because everyone around me is so engrossed in their own fun.

I wipe my mouth clean from the taste of him, and rush past his passed out body lying on the earth. I know that it wasn’t simply my girlish blow that knocked him from reality but it probably had a lot to do with the entire bottle of scotch he’d consumed.

Its chaos in the midst of that crowd, I squeeze in-between the woman and men wildly dancing and laughing in the fire light to the end of the lane, were I spot a teenage boy trying to talk a pretty young girl into a kiss.

I pass them, searching for that feathered hat in the darkness.

I can’t find him there. So I decide to look in his very own caravan, where I hope he’s calming down.  I turn back this time making my way around the dancing crowd to the Bright turquoise caravan just on the outskirts of the Lane of houses and tents.

There it is, I walk up the air getting dimmer and quieter with each step I take away from the uproar behind me.

I walk up the stairs and knock on the chipping wood of the door. “Emilian? You in there?” I ask through the barrier.

“Cacia, I don’t think I’m in a fit state to have this conversation Ok!” he warns without opening the door.

“Come one Lian we can work this out! Just let me in we can talk about this.” I plead.

“Damn it cacia, just leave me alone, I don’t want to go over this with you right now!” he yells pounding his fist on something hard.

I jump back startled a bit by his sudden jump from calm, to enraged. But then I just get mad. 

what is going through his head! this dosnt just affect him! he cant shut me out on this now with both of our lives in the mix! I know we have to work things out before things get weird and confusing! 

I just open up that stupid door and let myself in. I slam the door closed behind me and walk through the little hallway there, through the long beads hanging in the doorway.i know he's heard th beads shake as i enter but he hasnt looked up.

"he's ignoring me then?" iI think anrgily. 

He’s there in his little kitchen area, with a small glass full of foul smelling drink. I frown at him with his face in one hand, and the bottle in the other.

“You can’t just ignore me you know! I won’t just let you blow me off!” I say ready for a fight.

He sighs and rubs his temples still refusing to look up at me.

I sigh and try to calm myself as I slide into the little booth of a table where he sits.

I stay silent for a moment just looking at him. I’ve never seen him like this! So angry! So serious! he's my light hearted man! the one who brings people up everywhere he goes! it sort of hurts to know that the idea of marrying me has braugt this "never down" sort of fellow into a depressed stupor! 

I reach out to place a hand on his wrist, trying to comfort him, like i know he would me. 

“Hey, look at me.” I whisper calmly. He jerks his arm away from my genital grasp fiercely without a word. another stab to my heart. 

“Cacia go away!” he mumbles. I look him down for a moment considering. Maybe I should just leave him alone, maybe he needs time to cool off? mabye I'm just being way to pushy, its possible he needs time to think things through without me. 

But then I remember who i'm talking about. I remember Lian and how he deals with issues. his father was right, he never did know how to work through them! he mild mannerdly and passive agressivly handed them! usually ignoring the person he's mad at, or secretly getting back at them while prtending he's totaly fine! its one of the most childish things about him.

so becouse  I know how he deals with issues…by pretending they don’t exist. I cant leave! i cant let him just ignore this one!   No! I cross my arms over my chest stubbornly, and lean back in the seat getting comfortable.

“I’m not leaving here until you talk to me.” I say unwavering in my decision.

He looks up from his hand, and see’s my expression. And dully he sighs and stands.

“Fine, I’m going to bed, you can go ahead and sit there all night I’m not talking about this right now!” he says sadly before walking through another set of beads to his bed, where he falls effortlessly onto the sheets.

I listen for a moment, to his soft breathing, as he trys to drift to sleep.  

He really doesn’t care that I’m here then! He’s just going to go in there and pass out. Leave me wondering here all night?

“Fine! I’ll just sleep here!” I say sliding down into a laying position. I hear him let out an exasperated sigh.

“great.” He says his voice muffled as he speaks through his pillow. “See ya in the morning then.” He says finally.

I let out a huff of air. Absolutely fuming! I stare up at the wooden boards of the ceiling. Determined to stay in that uncomfortable cushion all night if I had to! I wasn’t leaving his side until we figured things out.

He couldn’t stop me from thinking it over on my own. I thought… but that was the last coherent thought My mind formed before I fell asleep. 

a fitfull, Iritated night of sleep.