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in place, and it’d been sitting in the same place since. I’d been
waiting to take Inta for the first spin.
As I left the
end of the street, I got her text with her address. She was living
in the worst possible neighbourhood in the suburb, the street was
constantly in the news for serious crime incidents and only last
year there’d been a sexual assault there. What on earth was Inta
thinking living there; she most certainly wouldn’t be by the end of
today if I had my way.
Pulling into
her street, I started paying attention to the house numbers;
searching to find hers, number 29 and watching closely as people in
the neighbourhood started walking outside checking out the ute.
Right about now, getting the ute completely sign-written seemed
like such a stupid idea; I’d be surprised if I left with the ute at
all, let alone in the same condition. When the kids started filling
the street, calling out and playing chicken with me and the other
cars on the road, I’d seen enough. I’d heard about this street but
figured it couldn’t be as bad as the media made it sound;
unfortunately the reports were accurate, this place was horrid, and
Inta was living here.
Finding Inta’s
place was a shock in itself; it was like a fort—security screens on
every window, a security company sign hammered into the front
weatherboard, and heavy black screen door which on closer
inspection was home to almost half a dozen locks. It was clear now
why she’d never brought me home to her place and even more clear
why she liked my house so much. This was awful.
I knocked and
waited. It felt like an eternity; maybe she’d changed her mind and
didn’t want to see me but finally the door opened and my breath
caught in my throat, it’d been two weeks and I could’ve cried at
the relief of seeing her again. She looked flustered and a bit
upset, but nonetheless, still beautiful.
“Hi” I
sputtered, completely unsure what to say.
She opened the
door and let me in.
“Hi Dom” she
smiled weakily, “thanks for coming”.
I grabbed her
waist on the way past and pulled her into me, bending to kiss her
but she shook her head and kept her mouth firmly closed.
“Oh, Inta, no.
Please, don’t do this” I murmured against her hair.
Instead of
saying anything she simply pushed me backwards and ran. I hadn’t
realised that things between us were this bad, this was a break up
if ever I’d seen one. But I couldn’t live without her and there was
no way I was leaving today without putting up one hell of a fight
to keep her.
Following her
into the hallway, I could hear her vomiting, “Inta, can I come in?”
I called from behind the door, “please, let me help”.
When the
vomiting kept going, I walked in and pulled her hair back, there
was little else I could do to help. Once she finally stopped, I
grabbed a facewasher that was sitting close by and wet it, before
sitting behind her and pulling her back into me. Holding the washer
to her head, I whispered, “let’s get you home to bed”.
“Dom, I am
home” she replied.
“I can’t leave
you here Inta. Come home with me. I want us to go to bed together
every night; I want to wake up with you beside me every morning.
You can change anything you want to in the house to make it suit
you better, just please come home with me. I love you Inta, I’m in
love with you” I pleaded.
Minutes passed,
and her stomach seemed to have calmed so I stood and picked her up
off the floor and carried her back out to the living area which
happened to double as her bedroom.
“Tell me what
needs to change between us and I’ll make it happen” I said,
lowering her onto the bed and smoothing back her hair from her
face. Sitting beside her, stroking her face, she started to cry.
“Inta, please tell me you’re not breaking up with me? I thought I’d
done everything the way you wanted, I thought you were enjoying
yourself as well?”
“Dom—”, she
started, “I’m… we’re…
in place, and it’d been sitting in the same place since. I’d been
waiting to take Inta for the first spin.
As I left the
end of the street, I got her text with her address. She was living
in the worst possible neighbourhood in the suburb, the street was
constantly in the news for serious crime incidents and only last
year there’d been a sexual assault there. What on earth was Inta
thinking living there; she most certainly wouldn’t be by the end of
today if I had my way.
Pulling into
her street, I started paying attention to the house numbers;
searching to find hers, number 29 and watching closely as people in
the neighbourhood started walking outside checking out the ute.
Right about now, getting the ute completely sign-written seemed
like such a stupid idea; I’d be surprised if I left with the ute at
all, let alone in the same condition. When the kids started filling
the street, calling out and playing chicken with me and the other
cars on the road, I’d seen enough. I’d heard about this street but
figured it couldn’t be as bad as the media made it sound;
unfortunately the reports were accurate, this place was horrid, and
Inta was living here.
Finding Inta’s
place was a shock in itself; it was like a fort—security screens on
every window, a security company sign hammered into the front
weatherboard, and heavy black screen door which on closer
inspection was home to almost half a dozen locks. It was clear now
why she’d never brought me home to her place and even more clear
why she liked my house so much. This was awful.
I knocked and
waited. It felt like an eternity; maybe she’d changed her mind and
didn’t want to see me but finally the door opened and my breath
caught in my throat, it’d been two weeks and I could’ve cried at
the relief of seeing her again. She looked flustered and a bit
upset, but nonetheless, still beautiful.
“Hi” I
sputtered, completely unsure what to say.
She opened the
door and let me in.
“Hi Dom” she
smiled weakily, “thanks for coming”.
I grabbed her
waist on the way past and pulled her into me, bending to kiss her
but she shook her head and kept her mouth firmly closed.
“Oh, Inta, no.
Please, don’t do this” I murmured against her hair.
Instead of
saying anything she simply pushed me backwards and ran. I hadn’t
realised that things between us were this bad, this was a break up
if ever I’d seen one. But I couldn’t live without her and there was
no way I was leaving today without putting up one hell of a fight
to keep her.
Following her
into the hallway, I could hear her vomiting, “Inta, can I come in?”
I called from behind the door, “please, let me help”.
When the
vomiting kept going, I walked in and pulled her hair back, there
was little else I could do to help. Once she finally stopped, I
grabbed a facewasher that was sitting close by and wet it, before
sitting behind her and pulling her back into me. Holding the washer
to her head, I whispered, “let’s get you home to bed”.
“Dom, I am
home” she replied.
“I can’t leave
you here Inta. Come home with me. I want us to go to bed together
every night; I want to wake up with you beside me every morning.
You can change anything you want to in the house to make it suit
you better, just please come home with me. I love you Inta, I’m in
love with you” I pleaded.
Minutes passed,
and her stomach seemed to have calmed so I stood and picked her up
off the floor and carried her back out to the living area which
happened to double as her bedroom.
“Tell me what
needs to change between us and I’ll make it happen” I said,
lowering her onto the bed and smoothing back her hair from her
face. Sitting beside her, stroking her face, she started to cry.
“Inta, please tell me you’re not breaking up with me? I thought I’d
done everything the way you wanted, I thought you were enjoying
yourself as well?”
“Dom—”, she
started, “I’m… we’re…
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