The One With the Key to My Piano

Chapter nine

The figure in the doorway didn't move. Just stared. I couldn't tell if he could see me or not. Though I wish he couldn't. But how could Madeline say that I'm beautiful? I've already been told before that I look horrible with freckles. Why change the fact?

Suddenly, the figure slowly crept toward us. I caught a glimpse of Madeline's smile before she left the room. Leaving me alone with the figure. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see whoever it was reacting to the way I look. After a few seconds, I heard a gasp behind me. I gulped and slowly opened my eyes and looked at the reflection of the figure. Wesly!

I could see him blushing as his eyes were wide. He spoke.

"Why would you hide behind makeup? I can't possibly see why you would."

I blushed but tried to hide it. I sighed and looked down while twiddling my thumbs. "My ex. I told him that my freckles were fake when I put makeup on one day. And he said, oh thank god. I thought you looked horrible with freckles. You look," I stuttered, trying not to cry, and succeeding. "You look beautiful without them."

He felt him gently pat my head, which gave me some comfort. I heard him sigh. "Well, you're ex is wrong. Whoever he was, he's not even worth your time. Do you still love him?"

I jolted my head up and looked up him. "No not at all I hate him. He ruined my life and broke my heart. I bet that if he found me laying there dead after those men raped me he wouldn't have done anything."

He looked at me with curiosity. "Do you mind if I ask how it started?"

I sighed. I had nothing better to do so might as well. "No, it's ok. It started when we were really young. Around the age of 14 or 15. It was long distanced. Which was the first mistake.  We thought we liked each other.  We continuously talked about marriage and what it would be like if we knew each other in person. Then, when I graduated high school, we planned out a trip for him to move up here. He finally came up here when I turned 23, which was I guess a long time ago since I've been in a coma."

As I spoke I could tell that he was actually very interested in what I was saying. But I guess it wasn't enough for him because then he asked for more. "So then how did it end? What happened?"

I looked at his reflection in the mirror for a few seconds before scratching the back of my head. "How about you tell me something about your wife first."

I saw the pure confusion on his face. What did I say? Was I not supposed to ask?

He spoke. "Wife? Did Madeline tell you I had a wife?"

Shaking my head I answered, "I just assumed that a guy like you had a wife. And that ring on your finger, isn't it a wedding ring?"

For a few seconds, he just looked at me, then began laughing. Again, what did I say?

"Oh my dear, I don't have a wife. I never really thought about asking someone to marry me until just recently. I met someone but I'm still unsure. May I tell you what I think about her?"

I nodded. "Of course."

We decided to walk to my bed, sitting down on it.

"Well, she's quite wonderful and talented. She has freckles like you, and she doesn't like them either," He smiled as he spoke. Making it known that he really loved her.

I sighed and brushed my hair out of my face, "Well you should tell her before someone else takes her. It sucks knowing that the person you love isn't yours." I looked up to see a sad look on his face as he gently ran his fingers through my hair.

"Yeah. I know what you mean."

I could tell that this girl he loved was truly the one he wanted. He sounded caged as if he believed there was no way to get her to unlock it for him. Like he was stuck in a world where she wasn't. 

"Well, at least you have someone to get you up in the morning."

He looked at me with confusion in his expression. "What do you mean? Are you saying that you don't have feelings for anyone."

I sighed and nodded. "I don't believe in love anymore. I don't have anybody to love. I stuck love down the drain the last time it screwed me up."

I looked down and picked at my nails angrily. I began to realize that I hated everyone for letting me get this way. For letting me hate the most wonderful feeling in the world. It was cruel for them to let me down. And it was cruel for me to hate love.

I never imagined that my life would end up as bad as it did. But maybe I don't have to blame him. He's actually helping me. Along with Madeline. I just wish that I didn't have a reason to hate the world.

He sighed again, this time he gently kissed my forehead. "Would a girl be willing to love again?"

I looked at him confused. Why would he ask me that?