Free as a bird

chapter 2

I suddenly heard the door knock. I took small steps and peered through the window. Dominic, why was he here?

The knocks became large bangs. " Summer? Summer are you there?"

I wanted to say no but my body shot up and the next thing I knew, I was at the door. Unlocking the six locks and letting him in. " What do you want?" I spat.

Dominic put his hands out to hug me but I pushed them away with force. Dominic rolled his eyes. " Summer, Have you still got those Lionel Richie Cd's? I think I left it here."

I said nothing but went into the living room. I began to search through a box and fish out whatever I could find. " Aha. Here it is."

I passed it over to him. " Thanks. I'll take my leave now. Nice seeing you." Dominic turned away and began whistling.  I couldn't bear to be alone again. I ran straight up to him grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him over to me. His eyes were still that dark brown that made me want to fall to his feet.  I couldn't resist. I leaned in and kissed him. I tried to make it like those romantic tales. But he didn't wrap his arms around me and swing me around. He stayed limp and lifeless. Like he couldn't care less. I pulled back.

" What's wrong?" I said panting slightly. " Why aren't you kissing me?"

Dominic wiped the side of his mouth. " Because, I don't love you anymore. I have a wife now. And she just had a baby. I just wanted to get the CD. Sorry, but it's finished. You weren't the girl for me."

I nodded. I felt like I had just been slapped in the face and kicked in the stomach. I clenched it hard. I wanted to drop to the floor and die.

 The paintings above me hung lifelessly by string. The walls were a faint blue. I fingered the white flower silhouettes. The carpet was the grass, the blue wall was the sky. If only I wasn't trapped inside this melancholy body. This sad-do in cased in a box of work and stress. If I could breathe the fresh air, dance around with no shoes on and swim in deep waters. 

I wanted to fly, My arms stretched ou and my mouth open wide with an unfamiliar sound coming out. Laughter.

I cried helplessly as Dominic stood by the side. He said nothing but I knew he felt uncomfortable around me now. He fiddled with the sellotape on the CD case. He couldn't speak. I began to choke and splutter until Dominic had to come to my side and pat my back.

" I-I need you to s-stay... D-Dominic... Please! " I was yelling now.

Dominic reached for the door and ran out. He held the Cd tightly in his hands and headed down the path. He didn't look back for a minute. He didn't even blink. He was so determined to get away from me that it hurt.

 By night time, I was flushed. I had expected mum to have called me by now. Begging for my forgiveness, saying that it was rude to say that and she'd be a better mum and find one man.

But I didn't get a call. The phone stayed there. On my dusty little coffee table. I decided that from now on it would be me, myself and I.