Black Rose

Take flight-to disappear

The car ride had been a silent one. The silence had been somehow comforting but I knew reality was about to check in on us. I glanced at her for the umpteenth time and I was sure that by now I just looked like a creep. She pulled up at Starbucks and hunched her shoulders and rest her head on the wheel.

"I'm gonna go in for a snack," she muttered leaving the car before I could say anything. I looked over at the driver's seat and noticed she'd left the key in the ignition. Did she seriously think I was going to leave her here? But then I thought why not? It wasn't like I knew her or something. She might have been a serial killer for all I knew. I was getting frustrated and cursed at myself for the last thought. I decided to help her because she had helped me out and she was also heavily pregnant. Or at least that's what I told myself. I was an i***t, not an ass. I quickly zipped my dress and rubbed my eyes. I took a glance in the mirror and decided I looked decent enough. Grabbing the car keys I made it into just in time just to see where she was taking a seat. Her back was facing me yet I still found myself trying to hide whenever she looked like she was about to turn. I waited for her to take a seat before I sat right in front of her.

Bee glanced at me then went about eating like she hadn't seen me before she muttered something under her breath. I cleared my throat and gave her a blank look and she repeated her earlier words that I had been hoping were just a fiction of my imagination.

 "Go away," Her cold attitude threw me off to say the least so I decided to ignore her words and busied myself with the food in front of her. She was having mega fries, two burgers and a Frappuccino. Talk of a meal. I must have had a comical look cause I saw her smile a little. 

I really didn't want to order anything but there was no way I was just going to sit here and watch her eat. It would have just made things more awkward than they already were. I stood up to go make my order but stopped when I felt Bee's warm hand on my arm .There was a frown forming on her face.

"I'm sorry," I smiled and sat back down. Did she really think I was going to leave? I began twiddling my thumbs and noticed a plate with fries being moved over to my side. A smile made its way to my face before I could help it. We ate in silence and it was just as comforting as it was the first time. Just like the first time the silence came to an end.

"Do you have a place to stay the night?" I asked in between a bite and saw her shoulders slumped a little and she muttered a no. 

"I was going to go to a motel after this." She added the last part as an after thought. I really didn't want her to stay at a motel but I really didn't think there was anything I could do about it. Unless....

"You can stay the night at my place," the words left my mouth before I could give them a thought and for a moment I was scared. What if came off to strong? The last thing I needed was for me to sound like a spooky person. She looked up in thought as if considering my offer to which she nodded a small yes. relief flooded my system and I shuddered inwardly.

The rest of the meal was quiet and when we left I was the one who drove this time. The ride was quiet with a few statements here and there but all was okay. I showed her her room when we got to the house and the kitchen of course. I didn't want her sleeping 'hungry' .I also showed her my room in case of any emergency or something. My house wasn't exactly a mansion but it was home. It was a two bedroom house with a basement that was fit to house another person independently and a garage.

I laid some of my biggest t-shirts and some lose sweatpants on her bed along with some new underwear. It's a weird habit but I always have at least 3 new under wears in my wardrobe. I guess I always knew they'd be used someday. I made my way to my room and had one of the hottest showers I'd ever had in my life. Any hotter and I would have cook myself alive. I tried to wash away some of today's memories but all I did was hurt my skin with my scrubber. If only things were as simple as we wished.

I got out of the shower and let my body air dry cause my skin was so sensitive it felt like it was going to tear if I touched it. I then put on a large t-shirt and some briefs. I looked at my bedside clock that read 2:26am. Damn it. It was already Saturday. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling and tried to get some sleep but no matter how hard I tried sleep refused to come to me. I'd just been tossing and turning. I looked at my clock again. 3:12am. Screw this. I may have as well gotten up and had a drink or two.

I wrapped my comforter around myself and dragged my feet to the kitchen. I couldn't have a beer right now. It was too early for that sour taste to grace my tongue . I pulled an old vintage bottle of wine I'd bought a while back for David's approaching birthday. Guess there was no point keeping it now. I took two wine glasses and placed them on the kitchen counter and poured some wine into both. I put the bottle down then realized what I had done. I swallowed a painful lump and kept drinking my wine. I was on my second glass and  I'd barely taken two sips when I heard sobbing sounds coming from my living room.

 I took a looked in the living room's direction and noticed the lights were on. How come I hadn't noticed? I silently walked the corridor and I felt my heart drop to my guts at the sight in front of me. She was crying. No, point of correction. She had been crying. The evidence was all over her face. Her eyes were red and swollen and she was literally trembling. I'm not sure I  know what came over me but before I could even think I went over to Bee and wrapped my hands around her figure. I was shook. How had I not know she would cry. I felt like an utter i***t. I sat myself behind her and put my hands around her front. It felt awkward but I sincerely didn't know how else to hug her without pressing her stomach. 

She went on crying for another hour before she visibly calm down. By then I had already thought of at least forty ways I'd kill that son of a gun named David. I turned my head to look at her face and realized she'd passed out. Luckily for us she was seated in the large sofa so I leaned back on some cushions I'd placed and then pulled my comforter over us. No point in waking her up really. I told myself I'd watch over her which I obviously didn't because when I woke up she was gone.