Fictional Romance Chapter 3
Work was long and hard. Working double shifts at the nursing home is not one of my favorites due to its high physical demands. When you are short handed moving patients that are unable to walk or stand is strenuous and it doesn’t leave you much time to interact on a personal level with the elderly like they need.
Has I walked out into the parking lot into the darkness barely lit with a single light, it seemed as if I had missed out on the whole entire autumn day. The howling of the wind was the only sound to be heard besides my footsteps hitting the pavement. My truck was parked in a different location than what I had left it, only to let me know that in fact Monica and Jet had used my truck for moving Jet into our home while I was busy with work.
I couldn’t help but wonder how this new living arrangement was going to work out. I have never lived with anyone except Monica since the county came and took the house in which I grew up in. If its anything like growing up with three brothers it might just work out. But then again, it might not, depending upon if Monica is pregnant, and who knows how Jet might take the news.
The drive home was long and it seemed to take forever. I was extremely exhausted and I could feel it in my bones when suddenly my truck veered off into the ditch. I could see the edge of the driveway leading up to house off into the distance so no worries I guess.
Just what I needed tonight!
I could feel the wind blowing much harder than before, straight through my oversized jacket as I opened my truck door. One look at my front drivers side tire and I could see what had happened. Totally flat now, the tire must have somehow worn down to nothingness. I guess it will be morning before the truck will be going anywhere.
I gathered the rest of my belongings and headed out towards home. The night seems eerie now with only the light of a half moon and the coyotes howling off in the distance. With the coldness of the wind billowing through my veins, I start to shiver as a light mist parades down my face.
I managed to reach the edge of the drive in what seemed like hours, when suddenly two dark figures appear heading towards me. From the outline of their shadows it appears to be two men. Frightened I grab ahold of my purse and pretend to reach inside as if I had some means to protect myself.
Before I could make my move, I heard Jet’s voice breaking the silence.
“Savanah! Are you okay? It’s me, Jet!” he yells as he continues moving towards me.
Brushing my cold wet hair away from eyes, I can see, Jet’s face, as well as……
Wait a minute! As I stop dead in my tracks, and barely lit by the moon, I wipe my eyes to see, two of them! Two men, with a boyish face, exactly the same!
I am stuck there, frozen in time. All my thoughts entangled into what I could see right before my eyes, and all my thoughts of the misery that I had kept to myself since that night by the campfire. Every piece of me was unraveling from the inside out.
The cold mist now taken to a downright pouring rain, made no difference. I did not move. I couldn’t. On one hand I was grateful that the guy with the boyish face was not Jet, but perhaps, his twin brother. On the other hand, I could feel a mixture of excitement and guilt as if their is such a thing.
Before my thoughts could conclude anything, the other guy with the boyish face, reaches out his hand and grabs onto mine. One look into his eyes and I could see some sort of smile taking shape in the darkness. With a deep firm voice against the sound of the falling rain, he begins to speak.
“Why hello, you must be Savanah. I believe we have met before. Lets hurry up and get you inside before you catch cold.”
Nodding my head in his direction, I follow his lead never letting go of his hand in mine.
By the time we reached the house I was shivering relentlessly. I could not tell if I was shaking from the coldness of the pouring down rain, or the intense excitement that was running throughout my veins. Either way it didn’t matter. My heart was beating like it had that night with him around the campfire, where our insides had connected on one of the most deepest levels that I had ever known.
Our hands remained cupped together as if somehow intertwined and magnetic. For once in my life, I didn’t want to let go. I could feel his strength. I could feel everything.
Once inside the house he proceeded to wipe my hair away from my eyes. Standing right in front of me, he appeared much taller than I had remembered. With both of us standing face to face with the left over rain water dripping from our jackets, he began to speak.
“Lets get you dried off Savanah. You must be freezing,” he said with a quirky smile. He grabbed a thick heavy towel that Jet had in his hands, and proceeded to dry me off. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the fireplace lit, and feel its warmth.
Jet chimed in, “I think I will go to bed now, its been a long day for us, don’t worry Savanah, Nash and I will take care of your truck tomorrow.”
Before I could even reply, Jet slipped away into Monica’s bedroom, and left Nash and I standing there in front of the fireplace.
Alone with Nash for the first time since we met, all I could do was stare at his boyish face. The flickers of dim light coming from the fire and the sound of the country music playing softly in the background seemed to set the scene. Then it happened. The sound of Morgan Wallens song, ‘Silverado For Sale, ‘ filled the air.
With one sudden move, we drifted away into a slow step, both melting into each others embrace. His hands moving around the small of my back, and mine melting away into his. No need for words, just the softness of the song.
(both dancing, slowly and softly, against the firelight)
As the radio continues, I could feel his hands slowly move from my back upwards towards both sides of my cheeks. One moment we were dancing, the next his firm lips were on my mine. My thoughts vanished, the world vanished, everything did at that moment. For what seemed like eternity, then suddenly halted.
I begin to pull away. I begin to come back to reality. I begin to fight with my insides yearning, and the anger inside that is now growing. Where the madness is coming from I do not know, but I can feel it.
He struggles to hold on to me, as I move away from his grasp and I reach for my jacket now laying in a small puddle on the floor.
“Savanah, what’s wrong?” he asked in a confused tone.
“I can’t believe you never called me!” I yell back.
“You had my number all this time, and do you think you could just not call and then see me again, and I’d be right back, like nothing ever happened?”
“I can’t believe you, don’t you know how much I just wanted you to call me that night!” I continue on now with my voice shaking.
“I didn’t know, Savanah, you left without even telling me goodbye. You left so fast, I didn’t know what to think. Why didn’t you call me?” Nash returns in retrospect.
“Good God, I didn’t even know your name up until now, why do you think I didn’t call you. It was nothing, that night meant nothing to you or me. It was just, well, something, I don’t know.” reaching back to pull my hair away from my face, I start to head off towards my bedroom.
“Savanah, please don’t go. I didn’t know.” I could hear Nash reply in some sort of childish sorrow filled voice as I close my bedroom door leaving him behind.
The room is now filled with silence. The music has now come to a standstill, and I stretch myself out upon my bed. My eyes seem to be filling up with tears, has I try to wipe them away as if to hide them from myself.
Still somewhat damp from the rain, I shiver, climbing inside the comfort of my covers and I bury my head into my pillow. Close my eyes, and try to forget the night.
Laying there in the silence I hear the soft suble sound of a knock on my bedroom door. I am hesitant to move but without realization, I go ahead and throw the covers off myself, and head towards the door.
“Savanah, please can we just talk? I will have to go back home tomorrow and I think we need to talk about this.” I hear Nash softly explain as I am opening my door. With his boyish good looks now consuming my wants and desires, he takes me back into his arms.
As he embraces me and I bury my face into the strength of his chest to hide away the tears now flowing relentlessly, I try to reply in return, but no words were to be found.
As he softly caresses my flowing hair, I can somehow feel a trickle of dampness from his eyes as well.
“Savanah, I want you, I’ve thought about you everyday since that night. What can I do to prove that to you? I just didn’t know how you felt about me. Can’t you understand that?” Nash says in a sorrowfilled voice, now gently grasping the back of my neck and pulling me back so that our eyes meet.
“But I don’t even know you. And you don’t even know me. How can you be talking like that anyway? What we had was just a night, right? As I reply and start to continue on, Nash takes his hand and puts up a finger to his lips as if telling me to stop. Without hesitation, we begin a deep passionate kiss that brings the conversation to an abrupt halt. Being taken back by the most beautiful moment, Nash gently moves the two of us onto my bed.
With a brief kiss to my forhead, he continues to stroke my hair, and then engulfs me into his arms where instead of trying to make love, he just allows us to both be. For once in my life, a man doesn’t need to be on the inside, and the overwhelming feeling of being okay with it all brings on a new feeling of not only excitement but some sense of peace. A peacefullness that has been long forgotten but has now renewed itself in its own beauty.
As Nash begins to hum the sound of the song we just danced away too, my eyes close, and I drift off to sleep.
I am awaken to the sound of Monica’s voice standing over me. “Savanah, wake up, come on, I have to get to work, and Jet said your trucks down with a flat tire. I thought maybe you could take me to work and use my car if you need to get to work.”
I look around my bedroom and Nash is nowhere to be found. “Where’s Nash?” I ask sleepishly.
“Jet and Nash are down the road, working on getting your truck fixed but I guess its buried in the mud so they are having to dig it out of the ditch.” Monica replied firmly and in an anxious voice.
“They said it wouldn’t take long, but they just thought, that I should wake you, and let you take my car, in case they run into trouble.”
“Oh, okay.” I gather my work clothes and head off into the shower. As the warm water flows over my body, I begin to smile and start humming the tune of our dance. I feel alive! I feel free! I feel loved!
Hurridly I climb into the passengers seat of Monica’s car. With the music blaring we head down the long drive and I see both Jet and Nash with shovels unpacking the mud from my truck tires. Nash looks over and gives me a warm smile. As I return the smile, Monica looks over and begins to question.
“So what do you think about Nash, Savanah?” Monica looks at me and flashes her painted up eyes with a sarcastic smile.
Before I can return with an answer, Monica chimes in. “ I had no idea his brother was a twin. I think its fabulous! Could you imagine going through your whole life with a twin that looked as handsome as you?
I return a smile to Monica and begin to think about what that must be like. Having another me in the world would be kind of strange yet might be adventuresome. I can only imagine how less lonely I might feel, if I had someone I could talk to, I mean really talk to.
Has we near the diner where Monica works, my mind begins to question, why is Jet here anyway, and why didn’t the both of them move here together. Before I can get the words out, Monica pulls into the diner and grabs her belongings.
“Now you take care Savanah, and don’t you worry. Just go ahead and drive my car home and your truck will be waiting for you at the house. Isn’t it delightful to have some real men around, I mean real men for a change!” Monica closes the car door and heads off into the diner.
My face starts to break out in a big smile. She’s right you know. Having some real men around here for a change does feel amazing. I crank the radio up and head off towards work. The sun is shining and the coolness of the air doesn’t even phase the warmth I feel on my insides.
Looking off towards the side of the road, I see a field of beautiful sunflowers against the rising sun.
What a beautiful day it is to be alive.
To be continued…
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