A Gypsy Oath

Good Lord

Laila-

Bo isn’t happy with me that I am don’t want to use his cars, but I scared of wrecking them. I barely passed my drivers test and even then it took our driver three months to get me to be able to barely pass that stupid test. Sure I can go forwards in a car that’s simple, I can turn left and right, it’s just the other stuff. It was one thing the night I was mad at Bo at that stupid road side dive. I wasn’t thinking then, but today I can think perfectly clear and I know he would be super pissed if I wrecked one of his cars. I don’t want to admit that to him tho. I can’t believe he got up and made himself breakfast, my brothers would have burnt the house down. Clean up isn’t even that bad because he didn’t make a mess, truthfully I’m impressed by his skills in the kitchen. As I’m drying a plate a phone starts ringing but it’s not a cell phone, when I find it in a cupboard in the kitchen I answer it. It’s a landline, I didn’t even know people still had these things.

“Hello”

“Hi, is Bo there? I need to speak with him it’s urgent”

The voice on the other end is a female and sounds you enough.

“You just missed him, he just left for work. Have you tried his cell phone?”

“Yes I have been trying it for days. Who is this?”

“I’m Laila James, no wait DeClare now I’m Bo’s wife so it’s Laila DeClare, and you are?”

“Can you take down a message for him”

“Sure, let me just get a pen and paper real quick, ok what would you like the message to say”

“That Macy called and the test came back positive and we need to meet and figure things out”

“Ok, what test I didn’t know he had test ran if this is that important I can go find him”

“Pregnancy test”

“I’m sorry what”

“I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive and we need to meet and talk about things”

It feels like a weight has been put on top of my chest, I can’t breath. The plate I had in my crash’s to the floor and brakes as the line goes dead. I hang the phone up and close the cupboard, I kneel down and start picking up the broke pieces of plate. Everything is blurry from the tears I’m crying. Bo, my Bo got a girl pregnant. The same guy who spent six months on a phone getting to know me, the same guy who ran away with me so we could do things on our own terms. The whole time had been messing around with someone else and now they will have a child together. I won’t be the mother of the child but some other woman will be, he will have a totally separate life from the life with me, I won’t be a part of that life. If they have a son it will be his first born son, the. If we have son he will just be a second. In our world it doesn’t matter who mothered the first born son, all that matters is that he came first. How could he do this, how could he be so careless. He knew about the oath, he knew we was going to get married, or at least knew enough to get in contact with me and get to know me and then to do this. As I pick up the pieces of the broken plate and sob my eyes out knowing my life is now as shattered arms this plate i feel the sting. When I look down a long jagged piece of China has cut the base of my palm where my wrist meets my hand, when I flinch the jagged edge slashes my skin and blood gush’s out of the cut. I get up and throw the handful of broken plate in the sink and grab the dish towel and cover the cut. I look for any type of first aid kit and find nothing. I slip on a pair of flip flops and go over to Bo’s parents house maybe his mom might have one. I come in to the large house threw the back kitchen screen door, and start rooting threw things trying to find what I need. I don’t notice Bo’s mother Marion sitting at the table with her iPad and a cup of coffee, she does notice me tho.

“Laila dear are you ok”

“Oh Mrs. DeClare I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry I was looking for a first aid kit I broke a plate and then cut myself when I was cleaning up. I looked in Bo’s house but I couldn’t find one. I’m sorry I’ll just go, I’m sure I’ll find his over there”

I go to leave but she stands up and tells me to stop snd show her the cut, as she circles around the kitchen to me, I try to hide my heart brake.

“Let me see it”

I unwrap the cut and show her

“That looks deep I’ll get the first air kit and clean it and patch you up but if it is as deep as it looks I’m you might need stitch’s and I can’t do that here. I can take you into San Antonio or you can see the local guy that’s out here in the sticks with us he is only a few miles away. I will warn you tho he is a vet”

“A vet like for animals?”

“Yes but he has stitched up a more then a few ranch hands and even a few of my kids his love for animals out weighed his love for people “

“That’s fine, if you don’t mind driving me. I don’t want to be a bother. If you have other things to do I can have Landon drive me”

“Bo should be done with his call soon he could drive you”

“I can have Landon drive me I don’t want to be a bother to Bo either”

She nods but the look she gives me tells me she knows something isn’t right, she wraps my hand back up and tells me to stay out that she will be back with the first aid kit soon and leaves the room. I’m standing there waiting and thinking about that girl who called, the one carrying Bo’s child. I close my eyes and try to clean my head when I hear Bo’s voice asking me what happen to me?

“What the f**k happen to your hand”

“I slipped and had a plate in my hand and it hit the ground and shattered and when I was picking up the dog barked but I forgot the dog was in the house and I jumped and got cut it’s not a big deal it’s just my wrist.”

“Your wrist, Jesus Laila let me see it”

He grabs my arm and open the now red rag and see my wrist pumping blood pretty good, I have done some serious damage, or so it looks like.

“Why didn’t you call me”

“You had work to do and I didn’t want to be a bother, I just walked over here and told your mom. She gone to get the first aid kit then she said we will go to the local guy what ever that means’l

He goes into a rant about taking me into the hospital in San Antonio but to tell the truth, I don’t want to go anywhere with him I just want him to go away and let me cry. He doesn’t even know why I’m made at him but he will find out soon enough. Marion comes back into the room with a first aid kit that is giant, she unwraps my hand and starts to clean the cut and patch me back together

“Hate to say it but I think you need stitch’s”

I nod because I don’t trust my voice not to crack. Bo jumps and says he will take me to the er but I have already text Landon and he agreed to take me. Bo won’t stop pounding me so with Marion is done I walk out the back door that I came in threw snd head back to Bo’a parents house. I’m not even all the way back to his house she. He jumps in front of me and starts asking what’s wrong with me and what the hell just happen. I wait till we are back to his house and I let lose of all the things I have been hiding and tell him to check his messages. When he finally does he chose breathless and does t take his eyes off then he paper I take my chance and leave. Thankfully Landon is in a truck and waiting for my outside, I jump in and tell him where to go. At first he doesn’t ask any questions, he just looks straight ahead. After the first bit of silents he cracks

“ ok what gives? It’s clear that your upset and you have been crying so why don’t know share”

“Bo got another girl knock up”

“Oh s**t”

“Ya now can you drive”

“I am driving, was it while you was on your honeymoon ?”

“No he never left my side, it was before”

“Well s**t happens Laila, this isn’t the end of the world. I sure he is t going to pack you up and send you back home.”

“What ever I wish he would”

“Deep down no you don’t, and if this girl messed around with him I would bet she messed around with other people to do it might not be his”

“I don’t really care ok”

Landons phone starts ringing over snd over again, till he finally puts it on silent. He doesn’t say who it is but I know it’s Bo. We make the rest of the drive in silence, when we get to the er we park. Landon walks me in and tells me to sit down and he goes to the nurses desk that has a big sign that says “check in here “ he comes back with a clip board and a bunch of papers. He sits next to me and fills them all out. He doesn’t ask me any questions or anything like that. When he returns the paper the nurse calls me up and walks us both back to a room, she then tells me to sit up on the bed. She comes over and ask to see the cut, I show it to her and she tells me she has seen worst and that the doctor will be right with me. Before the nurse can clear the doorway a tall handsome doctor comes into the room and ask me what happy I give him the happier less dramatic version of events. He cleans it all off again and then tells me I will need stitch’s. He is quick in his work role and we are on our way out of the er when I see Bo gets out of his car and calls for me as he starts towards us.

“Laila please”

Why won’t he just go away.

As Bo starts his rant about everything being a lie and he can explain and he’s sorry I watch my brother drive away leaving me little to no choice but to go with Bo. He try’s to tell me everything in the parking lot but I don’t believe him, I tell him I won’t leave him, that I will be his wife in the public eye but that’s it that I’m moving into one of the extra bedrooms as soon as we get back. The drive back to the ranch is so silent you can hear a pin drop, it makes everything seem ten times worst. The second the car stops in the middle of the big parking area in the middle of the ranch I jump out and head to the house. I make quick of gathering what little bit I had sorted and hung, I’m thankful not everything is here yet and I only have a small amount to move. I load everything into three duffel bags and lift them all at once, as I go to leave the bedroom I have shared with Bo the tears come back. He probably had his little waitress here to, probably share his bed with her as well, the thought makes me feel dirty so I leave the room. I’m almost to the next room when Bo come into the hall and sees the bags, he storms at me and rips the bags away from me and throws them down the hall. I turn away from him not caring what he has to say, I just want left alone to cry at this point for being such a fool. I make it into closed bedroom and slam the door before he can catch it. I slide my body down the door as a barrier so he can’t get in. I can hear him on the other side of the door begging me to open it, saying he sorry, telling me the waitress made it all up. My heart tells me to open the door, my heart tells me to forgive him and believe him. My mind tho just set fire to that bed with him in it. I give into my heart and I crack the door, when I do he doesn’t mess around he makes his peace and then crawls over the top of me.

“Your mine and is yours. Do you understand that?

“Yes”

“I want your stuff back in our room, that’s the only bed you sleep in, in this house”

I roll my eyes at him but agree

“Ok”

The second I say ok he takes my lips with his and starts undressing me. I won’t lie snd say I don’t want him because I do, I always do. He spends the rest of the day and night making love to me. When we are both sexed up and wore out we end up body tangled up to with each other laying on the bed and falling asleep.

Bo-

I don’t know what time it is nor do I care at this point. The only thing I care about in this moment is laying tangled up with me in this bed asleep in my arms. Her hair is fanned out across the pillows, her front is pressed firmly against my body and her back side is barley covered. I run the tips of my fingers down her spine to her lushes ass and plant my hand there. She stirs against me and starts to wake up a little. I roll us over so she’s on her back and move my hand from her ass to the back of her knee and wrap her leg around me as I line myself up to her opening and slide into her. I take my time this morning and make love her. I rock into her slowly and make every second count, when she cums and her p***y squeezes my c**k I can’t hold back my own orgasm as I fill her again I whisper “your mine, your mine” over and over again. After a few minutes of laying on top of her with her wrapped around me, she finally speaks to me and it not in a mean way.

“Bo did you ever bring that woman back here, to your house?”

“Do you we really need to do this, she’s a lier who was making trouble it isn’t true Laila I swear it isn’t-“

“Bo I get that, but that’s not what I asked”

“Then what did you ask Laila?”

“Did you have that woman in this bed, did you bring her back here and sleep with her?”

I can’t get myself out of s**t with this one.

“What does that even matter”

With that she launches out of the bed away from me, away from the bed. She grabs the sheet and wraps her self in it. Then she give me a look that I think I should be a little scared of.

“ so you did, you had s*x with that woman in that bed”

“Laila it’s not a big deal”

“It is to me, I’m not sleeping in that bed again”

“No you said last night you would stop that you said you would only sleep in this room”

“And I will, just not in that bed.”

“What does that even mean”

“I’ll sleep in the floor but I’m not sleeping in the bed where you brought another woman to and made love to her on”

“I never made love to her”

“Whatever you did with her, it happen on that bed and I refuse to sleep on it”

“So you want me to buy a new mattress, is that it”

“I don’t care I’m just not sleeping there another night”

She storms into the bathroom and closes the door behind herself but it isn’t closed all the way. I lay back down and scrub my face with both my hands. I guess I’m going mattress shopping today, I hear the water turn on in the shower, I hear the door open and close, then I hear the whimper. I go to the door and push it open just the smallest bit to see Laila sitting in the corner of the shower, curled into a ball crying. I go to her in the shower

“Baby what’s wrong, why are you crying”

“Everything is wrong Bo everything”

“No it’s not”

“Yes it is Bo, you just don’t want to see it. Something in this world doesn’t want us together”

“Well then I’ll find that something and kill it”

“I wish it was that simple Bo, just leave me alone”

She try’s to push out of my arms but I don’t allow it.

“No baby, I’m not letting you go. I don’t care if we have to sit here all week I’m holding you till this, till we are better”

“We are going to get better Bo, this is as good as it gets”

“That’s not true”

“Yes it is, we have amazing s*x and then we hurt each other”

“Your wrong there”

“Well maybe the s*x isn’t all that good I don’t know, your the only person I ever slept with so at least to me it’s amazing. I guess to some one like you who has way more experience it sucks but I don’t know how to change that”

When she says that snd a single tear slide down her cheek, it feels as if some one spins the knife that’s in my heart and pulls it out and then pours salt into the cut.

“That’s not what I mean Laila, making love to you is the best thing ever. I have never been with anyone that makes me feel the way you do. What I meant is you said we keep hurt each other and that’s not right it’s me who keeps hurting you”

“No I have done my fair share of hurting you I can see it all over your face. I haven’t been nice about any of this snd I’m the wine who keeps it going”

“No you don’t baby, and yes my heart is broke and hurting but not because you wasn’t nice about things god knows you had every right to be mad at me and then some. No my heart is braking knowing I hurt you the way I did, that I’m the reason your heart hurts and your upset kills me”

She doesn’t say anything, she just sits there and lets me hold her

“I’m sorry Laila”

“It’s ok I forgive you, it’s in the past let just forget about ok. You don’t have to buy a Jew bed I’ll sleep in that one I’m sorry I said that I’m sorry I made such a big deal out of all this I won’t bring it up any more I’m sorry”

She goes to stand up but I pull her back to me but rage pushes away from me

“Let me go Bo, I said I’ll stop it all, I said I’ll let it all go and forget about it ok, but you have to let me go”

I let her get to her feet but once she’s to them I make it to my knees and wrap my arms around her hips and hug her to me. I lay my head against her belly, and for the first time ever I cry in front of some one who isn’t my mother

“Laila I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I hurt you like this. I’m sorry I’m so sorry.”

She doesn’t move, from the feel of it she doesn’t even breath for s moment. She finally puts her hand on my shoulder and pushes me back

“Let me go Bo”

This time I do, she steps out of the shower snd wraps herself in a towel and leaves the room. When she leave the room it’s like she took all the light in the world with her, like everything good about my life went with her and I’m left alone in the cold with nothing but darkness as my new friend. Anger boils in my system as I get to my feet, I dry myself and go into the closet where I find Laila loading the washer with dirty cloths. I pull on a pair of jeans, a shirt and pair of sneakers, the sneakers get her attention.

“Why are you wearing sneakers, the whole time I have been with you I haven’t seen you out of cowboy boots even when I bought you slides to go with shorts you wore jeans and boots so what’s up with the sneakers?”

“Nothing”

I make my way out of the closet and into the bedroom where I unlock the windowed door and slide it outward and open. I grab ahold of the mattress and pull it out of the room and into the back yard, I then come back in for the box spring, I pull that outside and then I dismantle the bed frame in the most brut way I can. Once that’s all piled up I go in for what’s left of the bedding and throw all that onto the giant pile. When I have every last piece stacked nice and high I go to the garage Ann’s find a can of gas and then to the kitchen snd find match’s. When I come back into the bedroom I find Laila standing looking at the pile

“What are you doing Bo, I said to let it go to just forget it. I said I would sleep in the stupid bed, I said everything was fine”

“Ya but it isn’t fine, and now I’m going to burn that and go buy a new f*****g bed for my wife to sleep in”

“I don’t want a new bed Bo that bed is find we can clear all the broke wood off and just bring it back in. I’ll clean all the dirt off and it will be as good as it was before ok”

She heads to the pile and goes to move the broken bed frame off the bedding when I growl at her

“Don’t you dare, that bed is going one way or the other, it can be out here or in there I don’t care, truthfully at this point I feel like burning the house down and just building a new one anyways.”

She freezes and after a second she moves back from the pile and looks at me, again I see something in her look I don’t like, something that guts me, I see fear. Laila is scared of me and as she backs away from the pile of bedding and from me that knife in my heart digs deeper. I pour the gas on everything, throw the cannon top of it and then strike a match and light this bone fire up, as Laila walks back inside and disappears into the hallway I sit on the porch and light up a cigarette I have smoked since we got home and my nerves are jumping out of my body. I wasn’t a overly big smoker to start with but when my nerve got bad I would go out back and light up and just relax but today that’s not the effect it’s having. A few minutes into the bone fire my father rounds the side of my house and takes a look at everything. He makes his way over to me and sits next to me and just takes everything in.

“I didn’t know that glass wall moved and opened like that”

I spin around and take a look then turn back around and look at the fire, of all the things to notice and bring up.

“Yep it on sliders”

“Well isn’t that something”

“Yep, it’s something”

“You wanna talk about it or is burning the furniture doing it for you”

“Neither really”

“She didn’t come to us, it was the girl Daisy. Laila went to Lucas, said she was scared and when her that little group of hers got the information out of her the girl Daisy came over snd told us that you was burning the furniture and scared Laila and she thought you might need some one to talk to or to help you”

“I’m thinking it would just be easier to burn the whole house down and re build, at least that way I would have something other then problems to focus on”

“The young woman Macy still stirring the pot, I thought when you put your sisters on her she would stop”

“Haven’t heard from her, but Laila can’t seem to let it go even tho she keeps saying she’s going to”

“Son there are things I did before I even knew your mother existed that she is still telling me about twenty six years latter. How she found out about them is beyond me but she knows and she doesn’t let me forget”

“So your telling me to just get use to it”

“No, I’m telling you burning the house down won’t do a bit of good, cause she won’t let you forget anything you have to let time heal this”