Hopeless Honey

Happy

"Love?" He spat. "We don't have time for this" Mr.Callahan gave his son a disgusted look.

"Xavier, please, don't do this right now" Ms.Betty looked so sad it broke my heart.

My head hung low and I could only focus on the classical music that was playing loudly in the ball room.

"She's the help, Xavier" Mr.Callahan said in a tone that made me shiver.

"Maria and Honey are the ones who raised your kids when you were on a business trip!" Xavier did not come to play.

"Sweet heart, please" Ms.Betty tried to calm her husband.

"How could you even say that?" Xavier questioned, clearly getting frustrated. "She's apart of this family"

"Xavier, look at each other, this can't work. Please, it'll only hurt you both in the end" his mother added.

"Why not? Because she's poor? Or black?" Xavier questioned, boldly. "Just admit that you're racist and only care about money!"

"Don't say that, you know that's not what we mean!" His mother shouted.

"They what did you mean?!" He yelled.

She stayed quiet and only stared at us. We were still holding hands and I felt his grip tighten.

His father stood up from his chair and and yelled in Xaviers face and Xavier yelled back, getting closer.

"Did anyone see you two together?" Ms.Betty asked me quietly to the side.

I shook my head "no", lying. I remembered the couple of people that saw us walk in here and the guests that saw him hug me.

Xavier and his father argued and his mother tried to calm them down, but to no avail.

"You don't love her! You don't even know what Love is!" His dad looked at us disappointedly.

"Oh, and you do? I don't think you love anyone but yourself and your money!" Xavier looked him in the eye, not faltering.

I flinched hard when Mr.Callahans closed fist made contact with his sons perfectly sculpted nose. He looked delicate and helpless as he stumbled backward trying to regain his balance. His hand shot to his nose and his eyes widened at the blood that dropped down onto his shirt. I ran to his side as he dropped to the ground.

I could feel that something wasn't right, the air in the room felt heavy and unbreathable. The room felt tiny and like we were all squished together but at the same time I felt distant and cold.

His mother came up to him and pulled him upward, trying to make him hold his head up. Seeing her hold him and caress his face made me snap.

"Don't touch him!" I snapped at her with hate in my voice. I pulled him from her arms and glared at her.

"What? Honey, it's me, I'm his mom" her eyes watering. She had her arms out, like she was waiting for him to reach out to her.

I felt the rug dampen where my hand was and the red stain seeped deep into it. My heart dropped as I saw the blood dripping from the back of his head.

"This is your fault! You could have stopped him! He's your husband!" I sobbed as I shook Xaviers shoulders, making sure he stayed awake.

"Let's go Betty, there are guests waiting." Ice laced his words and I wished that I could kill him and make him feel all the pain he ever caused Xavier.

Ms.Betty stood up, and wiped her tears away. Like a robot, she straightened herself out held onto her husbands arm as they walked through the door, not looking back.

I wondered if she cried at night thinking about all of this, or if she just laid her head on her pillow and fell asleep. I thought about how she must hate herself and be so full of anger.

My eyes blurred and I could barely see over the tears that clouded my vision. There was blood all over the floor, more blood than I thought was in a person.

I held him in my arms and laid his head on my thigh. I reached for my phone so I could call for help.

His eyes fluttered a bit before he opened them. The baby blue pearls looked worn out and defeated. 

"Honey?" His voice was hoarse and his speech was slurred

"Yes, baby?" Tears dropping from my cheeks

"I don't feel too great" he whispered, smiling lightly.

I let out a breathy laugh that was mixed with cries "don't worry, You're gonna be okay" I smiled hopefully

"I'm sorry" a tear fell down his cheek and mixed with the blood. I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"You're so pretty" he reached up to wipe my cheek. The blood didn't stop, and I thought it would never end.

"Can you sing me a song?" He could barely speak now.

I was a bit confused, and the only song that cane to mind, was the one mamá played while cleaning. It was always in the background while playing, eating, and laughing. I hummed the time quietly and I felt him relax.

"I'm happy I met you" he whispered.

His eyes rolled back as he struggled to remain conscious and slowly drifted away.