I couldn’t. She hated me and I was sure of that. I pounded my fist on the wall and struggled with my own pain. I had screwed things up. I grabbed my keys getting ready to hit the road and my father stopped me.
I needed to go hit the road and get out my frustration. Before I could even open the door my father had his hand on it holding it closed. I would never hit my father and he knew that. But even if I had lost my mind and tried it I knew he could kick my butt and kill me before I could even swallow spit. My father is that much of an expert martial artists and I will never be as great as he is.
“Live to fight for her,” he had told me. Yeah, maybe I needed to hear that because I probably would have gone out there and drove my car into something, lost control, killed myself or severely injured myself with my reckless mood.
My father wouldn’t remove his hand from the door until I gave him my keys. He handed the keys to my mother and then he told me to get changed. “We’re going to channel your anger. We’re going to train.”
Training was my father’s medicine for everything. No matter what was going wrong dedication and training could clear one’s head and make things seem clearer. I didn’t think anything would work for me, but I was so angry, so scared and so hurt that I trained with him. It was the only thing I could do to stop feeling my heart aching inside my chest. I had screwed up. I had lost her and that was entirely my fault. I didn’t know how to fix it.
That night I tried calling her and she wouldn’t answer. I tried the next day, several times, and she wouldn’t return my call. I tried to reach her for weeks and there was nothing. Hina had told me they were having lunch and she wouldn’t tell me where because she didn’t want me to show up. There was so much I wanted to say to Topaz and she wouldn’t talk to me. She wouldn’t even come by the house. My parents seemed to refuse to leave. Apparently my mood was so cantankerous that my father didn’t think it would be wise to leave me alone. I’m a grown man and yet my father still felt the need to police my actions. The sad part was that I needed him to do it.
When it became too much for me, when I needed to see her as much as I needed the air I breathe, I devised a plan—if it didn’t work then I didn’t know what would.
Chapter Six
I looked at Topaz as she moved around my office and I wished I had taken her into the sound room, but what excuse would I have for trying to get her alone in there. No, I called and told her I had messed up the coding on my site and didn’t know what to do. I was surprised she decided to answer the phone. I was leaving a message for her when I heard her sweet voice say hello. I told her my problem and she tried to walk me through it on the phone. I couldn’t let her do that because that would completely kill my plan.
I told her I just didn’t get it so she then told me she would be right over. Right over in relation to our estate which was actually outside of San Francisco city limits meant she would have about thirty minutes without traffic so for the time of day she might make it in just under an hour.
I knew exactly what I had done because I paid attention to the code I intentionally took out. If she couldn’t make it I could always just put what she told me was the tag to close the code back and be done with it. But since she was on her way I sat back and looked at the slight mess I created by letting an entire paragraph show up as a header. I laughed at it too. I had learned a lot from her—enough to keep my site running without issue. Whenever I had major issues she said she would always be there to help me—but she wouldn’t take my money and something about that had me angry. She deserved to be paid for her time and trouble. I wondered if she was still doing this as a thank you for me helping her after Jace, but then I decided that couldn’t