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SUBMITTED BY: brunrn1
SUBMITTED ON: November 12, 2009 |
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REVISTED
There goes that noise again. What the hell is that? I’ve heard that noise several times now. Am I losing my mind? Or could it be that ever since my girlfriend and I sort of separated, I’ve been imagining her here with me? Who knows, I do miss her very much. It turns out that Leslie wanted more out of this relationship than I did, meaning marriage of course. I on the other hand wasn’t too thrilled about the idea. Who knows why, maybe because my parent’s were divorced when I was young, and all I ever hear about is divorced couples all the time. Whatever the case was, I don’t think I’m ready yet. So she packed up and decided it was best that we split up for awhile so we both could think. She moved into her friend’s apartment. It was actually perfect too for her friend because she was actually going to Florida because her Father has become very sick, and she needed to be with him. So by Leslie moving in she could took care of the apartment and cat sit as well. Maybe this is a good idea, I can think more clearly about all of this. I mean I love her so much, and I miss the hell out of her. I wish I didn’t feel this way, but until I get over whatever it is that is wrong with me, I know she won’t come back. God I want her back though.
The nights are the hardest when I’m alone. Sleeping alone and being so used to sitting next to someone on the couch watching television. That’s when it hurts. During the day, I’m at work and I’m so consumed at what I’m doing I have no time to think of anything else. It’s been about a week now since she left and she left me her friend’s number if I wanted to call her. I just wouldn’t know what to say, except to beg her to come back, but I know it will take more than that. There it goes again, that damn noise. It sort of sounds like the upstairs floor creaking. That damn floor always did drive me crazy, I always had intentions on fixing it, but never got around to it. So many times that floor got me in trouble when I would come stumbling in the house late at night when I was out with guys late. She always would just laugh at me the next morning, saying I would make a horrible burglar. But why would the floor make that noise now? Kinda wish I had a pet right now, so at least there would be a good reason for the noise. I know houses are supposed to make their usual creaks and noises, but this was a little strange. I went upstairs to check it out and found nothing, of course, every time I go to check out a noise there is never anything there. That’s why I think I’m just missing her too much, and my mind was just playing games with me.
A glare woke me from my deep sleep; it was actually the glare of the sun. I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night. ‘Wait a minute, what the hell time is it then?’ I asked myself. ‘I better not be late for work’ I thought to myself. I looked at the clock on the wall it read ten after eight; I had to be at work in fifteen minutes. No time to even make coffee, Damn. I always need coffee in the morning. Now I have to wait till I get to work to drink that crap they call coffee. I rushed upstairs to get changed. I grabbed my keys off the kitchen table when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the light from the coffee maker was on and there was coffee made. ‘What the hell’ I said aloud. How is that possible, I don’t remember setting up the maker last night with the timer it has. I stood there like a statue trying to think if I actually set this up last night so it would be ready for me this morning. I looked at my watch. ‘Damn it, I’m late’ I have no time to stand here and stare at the coffee maker. I went over and turned it off. I have to really be losing my mind.
‘John, what the hell happened to you?’ Alex asked when I got to work. ‘Your never this late’. I just smiled and shrugged. ‘Overslept’ I replied. I knew I had a long day ahead of me, I had a pile of work sitting on my desk and a meeting in the afternoon that I knew would run late and I always hated staying late. Well maybe that’s not so bad anyway, I get overtime and plus, it’s less time I have to spend at home. Maybe one of the guys would want to go out after the meeting and get a beer. Some of the guys usually went out down the street for happy hour especially on Friday’s. I asked Alex if he was going down to Clifford’s Pub. ‘Yeah I’m going and so is Tom and Frank. Oh and guess who else is coming?’ He asked with a sarcastic tone. ‘Who?’ I asked. ‘Danielle’ he said with a smile. It seems that Danielle sort of has a thing for me. Most of the company knows it too. ‘Maybe now you should try and get her’ He said. ‘Dude I don’t know about that’ I replied. ‘Is this because of Leslie?’ ‘Cause if it is just stop it already and get over it, she wanted something else that you didn’t, time to move on’. It sounded cold but in a way he was right. She wanted something that I wasn’t sure that I could give her. Besides, Danielle was hot and she was pretty cool to talk to and all. Who knows, maybe something could happen tonight, I just have to see.
The meeting was finally over after two and a half dragged out hours. ‘I thought that would never end’ Alex said. ‘Yeah, and most of that crap we already discussed the last time’. I said back. ‘I’m dieing for a beer, let’s get the hell out of here’ Alex said. Danielle came running up behind us, ‘you guys ready to go?’ she asked. ‘Absolutely’ I responded.
When we got to the bar we saw Tom and Frank were already there playing darts, they were a couple of the lucky ones that didn’t have to be in the meeting. ‘I’m gonna go get us some beers’ Alex said as he walked to the bar. Danielle was practically standing on top of me. She looked so good tonight too. After Tom and Frank were finished playing darts we got a table near the bar.
I barely could open my eyes, when I heard a noise coming from next to me. I glanced over and with squinted eyes I saw Danielle. “Oh my god’ I thought to myself. What the hell happened last night, I can’t remember too much that happened. I looked under the covers and neither of us had on any clothes. Well there’s the answer to that question. I actually couldn’t help but stare at her, she looked so perfect. But a sudden feeling of guilt swept over me, as if I had just done something really wrong. This isn’t wrong thought, I tried convincing myself. I’m single now and even though I still love Leslie, I have to realize that she is gone, and probably for good. I slowly got out of bed trying not to wake Danielle. I got dressed and headed downstairs to make some coffee. As I entered the kitchen I saw glass on the floor. ‘What the hell happened here?’ I questioned myself. I noticed that it was the coffee pot. I wish I could remember last night, I don’t know how we got here and what we actually did. Even though I knew what we did I still can’t remember it happening. All of a sudden I heard footsteps upstairs. She must have just woken up, I thought. I walked up stairs to see her, but when I opened the bedroom door she was still asleep. ‘That’s strange’ I said in a whisper. I walked back downstairs to clean up the mess, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a picture on the front table by my window of Leslie and I. The picture we took when we went away to Lake George where we went horse back backing. I looked closer and the picture frame was cracked. ‘Damn, how did this happen’. I thought. I picked up the picture and stared at Leslie, I really do miss her. I started thinking back to that trip we took and she had such a great time there. She loved to horse back ride, and she was in heaven there. All different thoughts started running through my mind. Maybe I should call her, maybe I should give marriage a try. I do love her and I do want her back. I will promise a better commitment to her and get my act together. I ran upstairs to wake up Danielle and let her know I would like her to leave. I’m gonna try to be as nice as possible and try to explain my actions.
After talking to Danielle I went to the kitchen walking right past the glass on the floor. I grabbed the phone number that Leslie had left for me. I dialed it and there was no answer. It’s only nine in the morning on a Saturday, she can’t be out. I need to talk to her, to let her know how I feel. I should just go to her friend’s house and tell her. I know where she lives, it’s only about twenty minutes away.
I finally arrived at her friend’s house. I rang the bell and there was no answer, I know she was home because I saw her car in the driveway. I rang once more thinking maybe she was asleep. Still no answer, I started knocking as if that somehow would be louder for her to hear, when all of a sudden the door cracked open a bit. ‘Leslie’ I yelled out inside. No answer still. I went inside calling her as I searched the house. I noticed the house seemed different since the last time I was there. I went upstairs to check out the bedroom. I opened the door and saw Leslie lying there, how she didn’t hear a thing was beyond me. I went up to her and started to try and wake her. ‘Leslie, wake up’ I whispered to her. She looked so beautiful lying there, I’m so glad I came now, she is the one I want to be with. I wish I realized that a while ago. She didn’t budge, ‘Leslie’ I said a bit louder. Nothing. I started to give a little shake and call her name louder, still nothing. ‘Oh my god’ I thought. I checked her pulse and couldn’t feel a thing. I started to shake her even harder then before, this time I was actually yelling her name. ‘Leslie’ I screamed out. ‘Wake up baby, I’m here now. Please baby wake up. I love you’ I shouted. I picked her up and knew I had to take her to the hospital.
I awoke on the couch again with empty bottles of beer and a bottle of rum scattered all over the floor. A picture of Leslie was on the table in front of me with a newspaper clipping I had clipped out a couple of years ago. “Woman dies from a burglary while she was house sitting for a friend. Leslie Ann Parkin died from several stab wounds after a few hours of hospital treatment. The police are searching for the murder suspect. The story continues on in more detail about the scene of the crime, etc. A tear rushed from eye as I picked up a box left on the table. I opened it up and stared at the ring I purchased right before she died. ‘I never got a chance to give this to her’ I said aloud. I was never one to cry, but I bursted into tears like never before. If only I hadn’t been so stubborn and stupid. If only I could have let her know sooner I would still be with her right now. I need to move on, I need to get my life back on track and stop having these dreams. ‘I love you Leslie and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner’ I said as I looked at her picture. As a tear drop hit her picture, I looked up at the clock and realized I have to get ready for work. I put her picture back in the table drawer and headed upstairs to get dressed. I placed the ring in my drawer and in my mind I could hear her voice saying yes to me as if I just asked her the question. A brief smile came over me as I closed the drawer.
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