Caleb eased out of his suit coat, he looked at its handmade stitching. He held it over the railing, then he thought of Rachel and in that same second he felt the release, and the jacket fell in the water. He stared at the lighted buildings all the while knowing that Rachel didn't live anywhere near the harbor. Then he thought about his sister. He was certain that Lucien's apartment had a view of the harbor. He wondered if Ona was standing near a window, snubbing her nose at her old life. He considered this, and he envied her.
Come tomorrow he would do right by his parents. Then he would do right by Rachel; whatever that meant.
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Rachel slapped the hell out of him, sending his body in a backward spin. She screamed until the veins in her neck swelled like a protruding water hose.
"Get the hell out!!!!"
Judd and Sahara stood in the rear for Rachel’s sake, yet she appeared more in control than Caleb. His face was a roadmap of ‘what the fuck’, and even still, he’d missed the offramp.
Caleb tried again, but this time he cautiously edged closer.
"Rachel...please listen to me. We can move pass this. I know that you’re angry and upset but...I don’t understand why you won’t listen to me."
"Upset? Upset! You don’t know upset mister.”
“Rachel...honey...”
“Don’t call me honey.”
He didn’t realize that he was trying to near her again, until her voice raised in anger.
‘Step back Caleb...and I mean it."
Caleb ignored her warning, he moved forward, closing the distance when he said....
"We're talking...whether you like it or not."
He stood stern and this was a side of him that she’d never seen. Rachel perched one hand on her hip when she said....
"Five-minutes. That's what I'm giving you. Five-minutes...after that, your ass had better be gone."
“Wait!” Sahara jumped like she’d just experienced an electrical shock. She’d been primed to ask him this question from the moment he’d arrived.
“Where is Ona? What happened to her?”
Caleb frowned and in his confusion, he mentally considered her question. He stared at Sahara, and when he looked into her eyes, it became clear to him, that they didn’t know. These people had been his sister’s friends, and he questioned if it was his place to tell them. He had the words teetering on the tip of his tongue, when Judd placed his hand on his sister’s shoulder.
Judd said...
“Not now Sahara. I think we should leave because Caleb and your roommate need some private time.”
Judd was pushing his sister out the door, with her sputtering ‘but, but, but’...until finally, the door opened, then closed. Caleb felt a rush of emotions and with each breath, he wanted to throw caution to the wind. But he didn’t. Rachel’s glaring gaze kept him in check--for good reason. His treatment of her had been abhorrent, and he wouldn’t blame her if she never forgave him. He closed the distance, all the while hoping and praying that his deepest regrets wouldn’t be realized today.
“Talk” she barked.
On an exhale, he said...
"Okay. I’ll talk. How about this.... I love you and I was a fool."
He wouldn’t run from the truth anymore. He couldn’t. Caleb had lied to himself, but that time was over and he wanted her to know the lengths he would willingly trod, if only to get her back. He’d jumped off the Samaritan hamster wheel and he had the emotional cuts and bruises to prove it. He had deep cleaned his life and he was ready for whatever stood to face him. He had prepared himself to hear whatever Rachel dished out; good or bad, he would take it. Seconds ticked yet, she didn’t respond to his declaration; she just stared at him. When she pursed her lips, he felt his fingers twitch because all night he’d dreamed of what it would feel like, holding her in his arms. Dear Lord, he wanted to kiss her. She was so close to him, he could smell the alluring aroma of her perfume. He wanted to linger there, inhaling her scent. What a fool he’d been. What an ignorant, idiotic fool. He was experiencing a repeating loop when her words smacked him back to a state of reality.
She said...
“I don’t love you. Now go.”
Caleb would have preferred another slap over rejection, and when she repeated her phrase, he felt like the ground had opened wide, swallowed him up, then spit him out, because not even the earth could abide his taste.
“Caleb...I do not love you...now go! Leave....and don’t come back. I mean it.”
He stepped so close, Rachel nearly stumbled backwards, until he steadied her, clasping hold to her forearm. He raised his hand, then with his thumb, he stroked the length of her face, while saying...
“This isn’t over.”
Her comeback had been so fast, he almost needed her to repeat it.
“It’s over, if I say that it’s over.”
His lips curled with a sly grin, when he said...
“Then, I guess it’ll be up to me to prove to you that you’re wrong, because Rachel, it isn’t over. We are not over, by a long shot.”
When he released her, she rocked unsteady but her stumble had been less unnerving than the fact that she couldn’t contrive not even one snotty retort. She just couldn’t. She stood gawking at him, dumbfounded, because in truth, his assertion had lit a flame. Rachel’s heart drummed a pounding beat and the thrumming hummed up and down her thighs, threatening to weaken her knees. What had he done to illicit this kind of a response from her. She didn’t know, but whatever it was, she had to get away from him before she did something that she would later regret. Something stupid like--giving him the opportunity to talk longer or forgiving his stubborn ass.
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