I listened closely from where I stood in the backyard, and knew she was sleeping, but not restfully. I heard her tossing and turning, never still for more than a minute at a time. Her restlessness mimicked my own, and I wanted to be near her, to comfort her.
I tried my key to the backdoor. Fate commanded it to work, and the lock obeyed. I knew it was wrong to enter the house uninvited, but I didn’t care. I didn’t have the luxury of limitless time with her and I wanted to make the most of every second.
I imitated Chansey’s graceful routine as I silently let myself in the backdoor and moved down the hallway toward her room. I opened her bedroom door and silently shut it behind me. She laid on her stomach, to the right side of her bed and her hair was loose and spread across the pillow under her head.
Her ivory bedding puddled on the floor and I straightened it to cover her chilled body before I walked to the left side of the bed and gently laid next to her. I was careful to not wake her as I gently rolled to my side to face her. I knew she was sleeping soundly when her body relaxed. Her breaths became deep and even and I sensed my nearness brought her comfort, just as her proximity did for me.
I stared at her sweet, delicate features as I laid next to her and I didn’t want to return to an existence without her. I couldn’t fathom being forced to walk away from something so true and beautiful, but in my heart, I knew our separation was inevitable.
I might temporarily win this battle to be with her but the monster always won the war and my dreams of happiness withered when I imagined her reaction to discovering the depths of my dark existence. Fate dealt the cruel hand that made me this monster and it appeared that it wasn’t finished inflicting misery upon me yet.
Chapter 14
The arrival of morning forced me to leave Chansey’s side so I walked to the beach and my destination was completed at the end of the long pier over the turbulent waters. I propped my arms on the pier railing and watched the sun rise in the East, the ascent of it’s rays symbolizing the press of the start button on the timer counting down my limited hours with Chansey.
When I returned to the house, it was already crowded with people preparing for tomorrow’s wedding. I showered and dressed, then went up to invite Chansey to spend the day with me because I couldn’t bear to lose one minute with her.
She answered the door, holding a cup of steaming coffee and greeted me with, “Good morning, are you finding it a little difficult to sleep late this morning?”
The countdown to our separation was what prevented my sleep, but I said, “Yeah, it’s just a little bit noisy.”
“Do you want to come in?” she invited.
I accepted her invitation and walked behind her to the living room where she sat on the couch and said, “I’m happy to see you managed to not die from the embarrassment of facing your friend last night. I wasn’t sure I would see you again because you looked wigged out when you saw him standing there.”
“He just surprised me is all” I lied.
“Okay, if you say so,” she said as two people hired to prepare for the wedding walked through the living room. She continued, “Everything’s a little hectic around here right now, so would you want to get out of here for a while?” Was it possible she read my mind?
“Yeah, I do,” I said, welcoming her invitation.
She looked at her watch. “I’ll have to be back around two to get ready for the rehearsal. Is that okay?”
“Absolutely.”
“Would you want to go to the beach? I really don’t need to get too far from home since I have to be back so soon. It’s supposed to be windy today, so it shouldn’t feel so hot.”
Spending time with Chansey in a swimsuit sounded perfect to me. “Sounds great to me.”
“Okay. Let me get ready and I’ll be down in about thirty minutes.”
* * *
As promised, Chansey arrived at my door thirty minutes later wearing a swimsuit coverup and carrying a huge bag over her shoulder.
“Do you have the kitchen sink in that bag?” I joked.
“No. Just the refrigerator, smart ass.” She began to pull things out of the bag to show me. “I have a towel and sunscreen and I can’t go to the beach without music.”
“Okay, okay, got it. You need stuff, lots of stuff.”
“I also have lunch, but I don’t think I’m going to let you have any since you think you’re so smart,” she threatened.
“Please, forgive my foolishness. You are a wise, wise woman,” I begged dramatically.
“That’s more like it,” she laughed.
We made the short walk to the beach and chose the spot we wanted. She spread her towel on a lounger, then removed her coverup to reveal an incredibly fit body in a black bikini and I hoped my sunglasses disguised the fact that I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
She opened her sunscreen and began to cover her legs, arms and stomach. “Do you need some sunscreen? You don’t have much color going on there, albino boy.”
Luckily, I was dark complexioned before I was turned, so I wasn’t pasty white like some. The sunscreen would do nothing for me, but I couldn’t resist the offer of feeling Chansey’s hands on my skin. “Do you mind?”
“Of course not. Take off your shirt,” she directed.
I pulled my shirt over my head and sat next to her on the lounger. She spread the lotion on my back and shoulders, taking her time. The feel of her hands rubbing my body stirred feelings that should have been long dead, never to return again. As she massaged the lotion down onto my arms, she asked, ”What does this mean?”
I didn’t have to ask what she was referencing. She was asking about the black branding tattoo that wrapped around my upper left arm from my shoulder down to my elbow. It was Marsala’s brand, marking her ownership of me, like an animal.
“A couple of guys and I thought it would be really cool to get matching tats. It’s stupid really. I haven’t even seen those guys in years.” It was partially the truth. Wythe, Madon and I were branded with the same tattoo and I hadn’t seen them in years, but I failed to find solace in trying to convince myself it wasn’t a complete lie.
“Like a fraternity, or something?” she asked.
“Something like that,” I lied, again.
She traced the swirls with her finger and said, “It’s mysterious and beautiful. I love it.”
“Never say that,” I said, a little too sternly. She looked at me with pain in her eyes and realizing I had hurt her, I added, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that I hate it and what it once symbolized and it will always be a permanent reminder of a time in my life I rather not remember.”
“Got it,” she said.
“Look at me.” I lifted her chin and added, “I really am sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” She held out the bottle of sunscreen toward me, changing the subject. “Do you mind getting my back and shoulders for me?” She unfastened the back strap of her top and laid face down on the lounger holding her top in place.
This girl was killing me. Again. I squeezed the lotion into my hands and rubbed them together, creating some warmth, before laying my cool hands on her skin. I started high, across her shoulders and worked my way down her back, to her small waist. Her tanned skin was warm and I enjoyed the feel of my hands on her skin. Her tensed muscles relaxed and her respirations were deep and steady. She covered her legs with sunscreen earlier, but I pretended she didn’t, and she didn’t stop me when I started at her ankles, working my way up. As my hands climbed higher, so did her heart rate and I rubbed slowly and deeply on her upper thighs, remembering how I reached under her skirt to stroke her legs last night.
I was so engrossed with the feel of Chansey’s skin, I didn’t sense the presence of another and was startled by the unexpected voice. “Hey, Chansey. Who’s your friend?”
The words startled Chansey as well and I quickly jerked my hands away from her body, looking up to see a teenage girl standing over us.
“Oh
, Curry, this is my cousin, Linley. Her older brother, Christian, is the groom.”
Linley, like the other members of Chansey’s family, extended a hand. “Hi, Curry, it’s good to meet you.”
“It’s very good to meet you, Linley.”
“I had to get away from Mother. She is driving me crazy and I’ll be so glad when this wedding is over. Do you mind if I hang out with ya’ll for a while?”
A while turned into Linley hanging out with us the next few hours, until it was time for them to get ready for the wedding rehearsal. I wanted to be irritated at her for interrupting my time with Chansey, but I found it impossible because her company was so entertaining.
Chansey looked at her watch. “Linley, it’s almost two o’clock and we need to get ready for the rehearsal, so why don’t you start heading toward the house and I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Okay. Curry, will I be seeing you at the wedding?”
“I don’t think so, but I will be around the house if things get too crazy for you. You can come hang out with me downstairs.”
She smiled and said, “Cool, I might do that if Mother doesn’t calm down.”
“Don’t be too hard on your mother. She just wants everything to go well,” Chansey encouraged.
“I know. Well, I better start getting ready so she doesn’t have a duck. I’ll catch you later.” Linley gave me a wave and started toward the house.
Chansey waited until she was out of hearing distance. She looked at me with a big smile on her face. “You better watch out. I think she is crushing on you.”
I laughed out loud and said, “I think I’m a little too old for her, but she’s a sweet kid.” Of course, I was too old for everyone, including Chansey.
We gathered our things and started walking toward the house. “When I returned my RSVP for the wedding reception, I included a guest. Could I twist your arm and get you to agree to be my date for the wedding, along with the rehearsal dinner?”