Take a Mile (Being Revised)

Chapter Seven

“What got your panties in a bunch?” I finally asked Alecea after driving for five minutes in complete silence. She huffed angrily in her seat looking out the window. “Hello…” I said waving my hand in front of her face. She swatted my hand away from her face. “Fine, don’t talk to me.” Putting both hands on the steering wheel I concentrated on the road. I could tell she wanted to say something when she kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. Ignoring her was actually kind of fun because she was getting irritated by it.

                A few minutes later I heard her sigh. Of course I ignored it. A few seconds later, sigh. For about four straight minutes she just sat sighing. It got louder and louder every time. By that point I was grinding my teeth together. She was seriously looking to get slapped upside the head, with my fist! Then she sighed really high and laid her head on my shoulder. “What is wrong with you woman!?” Yelling was something I didn’t do but I had to. “Are you on your period or something?” Maybe that was the problem.

                She shook her head and laughed. Really, what was she laughing for? One minute she is stomping down stairs, crossing her arms, and pouting like a five year old. “No silly, I’m just a little… upset.” That was an understatement. “Ok I’m just mad at this guy I was with and… never mind.” I chose to come back to the ‘never mind’ a little later. “So, by guy you mean the one you were dancing with earlier?” She nodded sighing rubbing her temple. I felt a story coming on. “Okay, well he isn’t exactly just some guy; he’s my ex-boyfriend Kaden.” I raised my eyebrows and looked at her when we were stopped at a red light.

                Who would have known someone would date her especially when she insists on marrying Harry. I keed I keed. Well, mostly. That last part without a doubt is true. Maybe it’s why they broke up, maybe this Kaden kid didn’t want to share.” I laughed when the image of Alecea being pulled back and forth by Kaden and Harry. A stinging radiated through my arm. Alecea sat glaring at me. “Why are you laughing? Have you even been listening to me?” I sighed rubbing my poor arm. “What were you saying?” I said sweetly. “Well, we broke up a month ago because his parents didn’t approve.” We pulled up at her apartment. “Didn’t approve of what?” I asked turning off the engine. “His parents wanted him to marry and eligible, skilled, elegant, poised, and submissive young lady from Britain.” She ticked each thing off on her fingers rolling her eyes at the last one. “Wait, so he’s British?” She nodded smiling. “That is so hot.” She scowled at me.

                “Back off bimbo he is mine!” Flipping her hair she got out of the car. “Besides, you have Khail, and he can imitate any accent you want, so leave Kaden to me.” She stalked off into her apartment shooting me a smile laced with… what… I couldn’t tell. But one thing was for sure. She did remember Mikhail. I wonder if they were friends or maybe they dated. Asking won’t hurt. And even if they did, she has this Kaden guy now. While pulling away from her place I realize how tired I am. Work and partying take a lot out of a person. I should say running into a sexy beast and being backed into a corner takes a lot out of a person.

Getting into my apartment was a hassle. My hands kept shaking so I kept missing the lock when I tried to put the key in. It was in times like this that I just had to sit down, catch my breath and just relax. I sat on the floor next to my door with my head against the wall and my hands folded in my lap. I think I dozed out in the hallway and was either carried in by someone, Thomas, or I had somehow opened the door and passed out on my bed. Most likely the latter, memory loss was a symptom of Parkinson’s.

                Either way, I woke up in my bed with the covers tucked under my chin and with a headache. I took the horse pills my doctor called ibuprofen and took my time in the shower. The hot water on my skin helped lessen the pounding in my head and relax my tight muscles. My relaxation wasn’t reveled in long enough. My phone began ringing and the familiar sound of Disturbed sounding playing. “I’m not down with the sickness!” I yelled climbing out of the shower. “Well, maybe a little bit.” Of course no shocker that it was Alecea. “I thought all of the Alecea’s were nocturnal.” I said putting her on speaker phone.