Beautiful With You (Norman Reedus)

Chapter 29

I groaned and hugged the pillow close to my body as the sun shone through the open blinds. I was going to kill Norman because I knew he had opened them. The sun was vicious today and all I wanted to do was sleep. I have been tired more and more lately and I felt like I couldn't ever get enough sleep. The one thing I wanted seemed like it evaded me. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, a not so nice look on my face. I felt like I could snap at just anyone if they had looked at me wrong. My body felt sore and I just wanted to be lazy but I got out of bed, not caring that my hair was a mess. I knew I had to go to work and do something but I wasn't looking forward to it as usual. It was days like this that I forgot that I wasn't working anymore and I missed it, everything was discombobulated with the court date only two days away and I just felt like that physically and mentally drained me. Norman had bounced back but then when he noticed how close the date was he didn't talk, hardly ate and drank more. He cut himself off from Mingus and I and we didn't know what to do to bring him back. I think that was another thing that was weighing on me and I Just wanted this madness to end.

I grabbed my car keys, hearing the music blasting from the room that Norman used as a studio. He always locked himself away when he had an idea or needed to get something off of his chest and his art was the only way he could do it. I called that I was going out, but didn't get a reply back. I shrugged my shoulders and locked the door behind me, moving to my car and heading towards the diner. I was hungry and didn't feel like cooking anything at all. I pulled in and stepped into the place, looking around me and waiting for someone to come out and say something but no one did, even as I was seated. I ordered the same thing I always got but the coffee wasn't tasting right and it was upsetting my stomach. I could feel it grumbling and then I felt like I was going to get sick. I pushed it away and wondered if something was wrong with me. I never had been sick drinking coffee. I pushed it off and thought maybe it could be the stress. I never was really good with handling it and these past few days and months have been so stressing. The food better be good, I thought to myself as it came. The smell of the eggs and bacon made my stomach growl in hunger and I took a tentative bite, hearing the bell above the door go off. I usually don't look up but something told me to. My eyes landed on Katrina walking in with a pair of sunglasses and a big, floppy hat on her head. A sundress draped her body along with strappy sandals covering her feet. She looked like the model that she was, her head held high with confidence. I put my fork down and suddenly lost my appetite, my stomach rolling over. I sighed and watched as she sat down, my eyes following her every move and that is when I went to her table.

"We need to talk," I told her, my hands on the edge of the table so that I can look into her eyes, I wanted to try and be intimidating. I saw her flinch a bit and I couldn't help but feel smug about it.

"We don't need to talk about anything," She said, trying to brush me off but I didn't move at all. I stood there and she let out an annoyed sigh, "Can you leave me alone?" I shook my head and pulled the chair out, folding my hands together and resting them on the table top. I stared at the blonde and thought of what I was going to say, "What is your deal? Norman didn't do anything to you besides give you a chance. At least he didn't string you along. I was the one that hit you and dragging him through the mud isn't going to get you anywhere. Honestly it makes you look vindictive and like a little child. Do you think anyone would want that? Yeah it may make you happy making him suffer at first but it will wear off and then where would you be? Norman is a shell of the person he used to be and it is all because of you. I get it you are hurt, do you think that I wasn't? I was hurt too, you don't see me attacking you. You don't see me trying to make him pay. Forgiveness is much better for you then holding a grudge." The whole time that I spoke, Katrina listened and I could feel her gaze on me. I was shocked that she was not interrupting me. She looked like she was thinking things through. "He has a family, a son to take care of and he isn't even talking to him." I just had to add that in for good measure and I hoped that would pus her over the edge.