saw a
small smile escape his lips. He was a good runner, but he had an advantage, he
wasn’t wearing a long dress. I started to run out of breath and slow down as he
came up from behind me, picked me up and put me over his shoulder. I kicked and
screamed, “Put me down Connor Black.”
“Not
a chance, you will just run again, and I’m done playing games.”
Out
of breath I said, “I won’t I promise, anyway I’m out of breath if you couldn’t
tell.”
He
gently put me down, and I sat on the sand. He looked down at me shaking his
head as I held out my hand for him to sit next to me.
“I’m
not sitting in the sand in this tuxedo.”
“Live
a little Connor, life is too short,” I said as I stared out into the moonlit
water. He sighed and sat down next to me.
We
sat in silence for a moment, and I was feeling somewhat emotional; I’m blaming
the wine, when I started to speak.
“It
was my sixteenth birthday when I was diagnosed with cancer.” I felt him look at
me as I just stared ahead listening to the whispers of the ocean. “Hey, happy
sweet sixteen, guess what, you have cancer.” I felt the tears starting to sting
my eyes.
Connor
took my hand and whispered, “You do not have to do this.” I would not look at
him because if I stared into his beautiful green eyes I would have lost it. I
proceeded with my story.
“I
could not bear the thought of my father having to go through that torture and
pain again like he did with my mother, so I decided I was going to spare him
from having to.
“Ellery,”
he whispered as he leaned closer to me.
“He
was going out on one of his drinking binges, and I knew he wouldn’t be home
till the middle of the night, if at all, so that was my opportunity to put my
plan into action. I filled the bathtub with hot water, laid back and took a
razor blade to both my wrists.” I heard him take in a sharp breath as he was
gently rubbing my scar with his thumb.
“Can
you believe it was the one night he forgot his wallet and came back to the
house; talk about fate right? He found me and called 911. I almost didn’t make
it; I had lost so much blood.”
Connor
didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to; I could tell he was choked up.
“I
guess God had other plans for me. I went through a year of chemo and went into
remission. I was given a second chance at life, and for that I’m grateful. Like
I said yesterday, I was young and stupid, and I made a terrible mistake.”
Connor
let go of my hand, put his arm around me and pulled me into him. I rested my
head on his shoulder. He was firm, and it felt good to be held.
“That
is why you have this overwhelming need to help others isn’t it?” he asked as he
lightly kissed the top of my head. “You’re a good person Ellery Lane,” he
whispered in my ear.
I
smiled and closed my eyes. I felt his strong arms pick me up as he carried me
across the sand and to his car, which was not his Limo, it was a Range Rover.
He carefully laid me in the front seat as I stirred; he whispered, “Sleep
angel.”
He
pulled up to my apartment, opened my purse to find my keys then carried me to
the door. My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. He inserted the key
into the lock and lightly kicked the door open with his foot. He carried me to
the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed. I was somewhat aware of what he was
doing, but I was too exhausted to move.
He
covered me with a blanket and brought the back of his hand to my cheek as he
softly rubbed it, “Sleep well angel and sweet dreams.”
Chapter 13
The
next morning was a work day, and I did not have to be there till noon. I dragged
my ass out of bed and got out of my evening gown. I was thankful he didn’t
undress me, ok maybe I wanted him to because the moments we shared on the beach
was something I never wanted to forget. I felt something change in him last
night.
I
stood under the hot water and let it overtake me. I couldn’t stop thinking
about Connor and how
small smile escape his lips. He was a good runner, but he had an advantage, he
wasn’t wearing a long dress. I started to run out of breath and slow down as he
came up from behind me, picked me up and put me over his shoulder. I kicked and
screamed, “Put me down Connor Black.”
“Not
a chance, you will just run again, and I’m done playing games.”
Out
of breath I said, “I won’t I promise, anyway I’m out of breath if you couldn’t
tell.”
He
gently put me down, and I sat on the sand. He looked down at me shaking his
head as I held out my hand for him to sit next to me.
“I’m
not sitting in the sand in this tuxedo.”
“Live
a little Connor, life is too short,” I said as I stared out into the moonlit
water. He sighed and sat down next to me.
We
sat in silence for a moment, and I was feeling somewhat emotional; I’m blaming
the wine, when I started to speak.
“It
was my sixteenth birthday when I was diagnosed with cancer.” I felt him look at
me as I just stared ahead listening to the whispers of the ocean. “Hey, happy
sweet sixteen, guess what, you have cancer.” I felt the tears starting to sting
my eyes.
Connor
took my hand and whispered, “You do not have to do this.” I would not look at
him because if I stared into his beautiful green eyes I would have lost it. I
proceeded with my story.
“I
could not bear the thought of my father having to go through that torture and
pain again like he did with my mother, so I decided I was going to spare him
from having to.
“Ellery,”
he whispered as he leaned closer to me.
“He
was going out on one of his drinking binges, and I knew he wouldn’t be home
till the middle of the night, if at all, so that was my opportunity to put my
plan into action. I filled the bathtub with hot water, laid back and took a
razor blade to both my wrists.” I heard him take in a sharp breath as he was
gently rubbing my scar with his thumb.
“Can
you believe it was the one night he forgot his wallet and came back to the
house; talk about fate right? He found me and called 911. I almost didn’t make
it; I had lost so much blood.”
Connor
didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to; I could tell he was choked up.
“I
guess God had other plans for me. I went through a year of chemo and went into
remission. I was given a second chance at life, and for that I’m grateful. Like
I said yesterday, I was young and stupid, and I made a terrible mistake.”
Connor
let go of my hand, put his arm around me and pulled me into him. I rested my
head on his shoulder. He was firm, and it felt good to be held.
“That
is why you have this overwhelming need to help others isn’t it?” he asked as he
lightly kissed the top of my head. “You’re a good person Ellery Lane,” he
whispered in my ear.
I
smiled and closed my eyes. I felt his strong arms pick me up as he carried me
across the sand and to his car, which was not his Limo, it was a Range Rover.
He carefully laid me in the front seat as I stirred; he whispered, “Sleep
angel.”
He
pulled up to my apartment, opened my purse to find my keys then carried me to
the door. My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. He inserted the key
into the lock and lightly kicked the door open with his foot. He carried me to
the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed. I was somewhat aware of what he was
doing, but I was too exhausted to move.
He
covered me with a blanket and brought the back of his hand to my cheek as he
softly rubbed it, “Sleep well angel and sweet dreams.”
Chapter 13
The
next morning was a work day, and I did not have to be there till noon. I dragged
my ass out of bed and got out of my evening gown. I was thankful he didn’t
undress me, ok maybe I wanted him to because the moments we shared on the beach
was something I never wanted to forget. I felt something change in him last
night.
I
stood under the hot water and let it overtake me. I couldn’t stop thinking
about Connor and how
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