Her, Saving Grace

35

Catherine

People should really start considering making a book about the how-tos when it comes to being stuck on real life situations.

But nooo.

Schools would teach you that we came from apes and ask us on how many oranges Mark has left after giving three of them away. Nobody ever asks on what Mark was thinking, bringing a helluva lot of oranges to school. Or why only Sarah gets to have some.

What they did teach us at school was that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

That's kinda working for me right now because to be honest? I don't even have anything to say. It's like my brain decided to pack its bags, and fly off to the Bahamas.

"I shouldn't have done that."

We were on our way back to the apartment. It seems like we both felt the need to just lock ourselves inside our own rooms. Well he could. My room's door-less. I may just call a handyman to fix that one since this guy keeps making excuses.

He called them nasties and scared me,yes,the way adults would scare children, that they might come and get me but for Pete's sake! He's just on the other room. And the walls are pretty thin. If he could sing out Frank Sinatra then I could pretty much shout bloody hell and let him hear it.

"No. I shouldn't have done that." I rolled down the window. It was weird because,as I said before,the truck was old. You don't just get to push a button to make the windows roll down. It's like trying to open a jack-in-a-box.

"It only rolls down halfway."

I tried. But it really was stuck. I needed air. Like fresh from the outside air.

Now that I think about it,he doesn't even need those car fresheners. He's his own perfume.

Maybe that's why I need air from the outside. He was suffocating me. But I'm not going to go as far as sticking my head out like an eager puppy on his first car ride.

"You have enough money-"

"More than enough really." He glanced at me, a small smile on his lips.

Rolling my eyes,I moved my body near the window, practically leaning on it. Let's just hope his truck doesn't open on its own.

"If you have more than enough,why not buy a new one. This clearly isn't used for towing. It can barely hold itself."

"Easy on the compliments, bonbon. Besides,haven't you heard of that song by Lady Gaga. Something about having lots of money but not being able to buy a house in heaven? I live by that."

"You listen to Lady Gaga?" I tried hiding the smile on my face and pretended to cough.

"What's so funny?" he was frowning now.

"Nothing. Just- I never pictured you as a Lady Gaga kind of guy." the fresh air and us talking was calming me down little by little. It took all my willpower to keep my hands still and not look down after that parking lot incident.

Funny how I never noticed the habits I do when I feel uncomfortable until he pointed them out.

Oh glob, did we screw this up.

He already told me from day one what he was sent to me for.

That's kind of all I'm thinking about right now.

I was the one who crossed the line. And he helped. God must be mad (well not mad,maybe pissed) that I-we didn't follow the script.