"Send her back." I say, but when the special staff move towards her acquaintance, I make clear. "Matteo." And they Stop. Without any display of confusion, he moves. When I am with my woman, she don't need no guard.
Especially the one who let her consume so much alcohol despite seeing her intolerance.
"Callen?" Zenovia blinking hard let's out a joyous hoarse whisper.
I'd never seen zenovia sit like that, so deflated. Her loose shoulders shook, her hands hanging low, making no attempt to conceal or even wipe away her own tears. Aside from her reddened face she was so grey looking and her hair was as dishevelled as the park under fall leaves. I've seen others cry like that and in every case it was a transition from a person with hope to one without. It was how my victims cried when they lost someone their own; it was how I once saw mom crying. It's a kind of crying that shows the child underneath, that the hurt has cut right back through the protective layers acquired in maturity.
Red-hot tears ran down her face, each one carving furrows on the tender flesh, it stung me. I hope she doesn't remember this night.
I pick her up and she jolts faintly in resistance. "Yea. It's me, love."
"Oh thank god it's you." And she melts to sleep sinking deeper in my embrace.
I suspect, She's either going to wake up a depressed divorcee or
As determined as a mother on mission.
She wakes up again in the car, I thought to throw up but she hiccups "I've been missing you. Welcome home." And went back to snoring.
We passed the graffiti and the scarred lampposts, barely noticing the beat up old cars. but I've found my love and not a thing or a person could ever take that away. The people that passed me didn't irritate me as much any longer, doing anything pastime didn't seem that senseless, Ahead was the intersection and we stop, I focus on the stars which I ever felt so pathetic look fascinating now. There would be time enough to enjoy the early summer warmth before boarding. The air was sweet and there was no hurry, my world have been cast anew and I am savouring every moment.
I hope I'm not beaming like a creep right now.
Sometimes, I want to stop the construction work of her house, or just have it revert back to debris.
So, she Don't have a choice but to stay with me.
Sad part, I know it's no way possible. It's Better I play good guy n maintain my place in her good books. Though I wanna be the only one in that book. Ok Let's say, page.. no, line.
Uh.
I run my hand down my face to supress my growl.
"Kai.." yet she lets out a breathy whisper of longing in her sleep clutching my fabric.
Out of all things she misses her kid more.
I lay my palm on her forehead n stroke back the locks falling to her face.
My phone vibrates, it's Antonio.
I revert my eyes to the passing vehicles. "Hey, what's the update?"
"Im confirmed he's coming, I have a hunch Amber might show up too." His voice his thick with eagerness.
I am too, so I refrain from raising expectations.
"I'll be there by afternoon." I ensure him. He hmms and cut the call.
Laying her on bed and trash can next to it, I make my way to the basement wrapping handwraps for combat practice around my knuckles.
I set myself against the fresh street ring winner for tonight practice.
Not heavily muscular, but proportionate built. His expertise should be in martial arts, not in full-weight body slamming, I presume.
