Текст книги "Running on Empty"
Автор книги: L. B. Simmons
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“Stop laughing, Blake. It’s not funny,” I whine. “My hand hurts and your gloating is not helping.”
I glance over at Blake. I can tell he’s trying to keep from smiling and can’t seem to control it any longer. He starts laughing…again.
“Blake, seriously. Stop it. You’re starting to make me really mad. I’m in a lot of pain.” I huff and roll my eyes. “God, you’re ridiculous.”
Blake starts gasping for air. Ridiculous.
“I can’t help it Alex. That was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time,” he says, wiping the tears from his eyes. “You’re so stubborn. You should’ve seen your face…it was hilarious.” He stops to catch his breath. “It was all scrunched up in determination, like the little engine that could.” The mental picture must have sealed the deal because now he’s practically doubled over, grabbing his stomach and trying to catch his breath through the laughter.
“Oh my God, did you just snort? How freakin’ old are you?”
I did attempt to drive, but it was pretty much impossible. I didn’t feel that shifting with my wrist was in the best interests of the driving community…I have to be the only person in the world who has a Suburban with a manual transmission. (Great idea, Derek) So, I had to break down and ask Blake to drive me. In my car. After my huge anti-help speech. Typical.
Now, as I watch Blake in his fit of laughter, I’m seriously regretting my decision. I should have just walked my ass to the hospital.
“I’m glad that you find it so hilarious that your overreaction to me, wanting to have a simple conversation with you, ended up with my broken fingers. I find nothing funny about it; my hand is throbbing right now!” I reposition the ice pack on my hand.
I guess my comment strikes a nerve, because his outburst comes to an abrupt halt.
He looks at me with apologetic eyes. “Alex, I said I was sorry. I feel really bad. I would never hurt you on purpose; I hope that you know that.”
Damn those eyes.
“Yeah, well stop laughing or I’ll get out and walk. Seriously.” He once again focuses on the road.
I eye him for a couple of seconds. Once I’m sure he’s finished his juvenile antics, I pull out my phone to make the necessary calls. First, I call Nancy to let her know that I hurt my hand and that I’m currently on my way to the ER, with one Blake Morgan. She wisely chooses to make no comment.
She’s due to go out of town with John to a realty conference, so my next call is to Harlow. I ask if she can pick up the girls from Nancy’s for me since they need to get on the road. I have a feeling I’ll get an earful later. I think the possibility of having a broken hand trumps her sarcasm at the moment.
She in turn lets me know that she’s going to have to bring the girls to the hospital because she’s going out of town with Trace to help him move some more of his stuff back to Waco. At this point, I choose to leave any of my sarcastic commentary out of the conversation as well, knowing that she will definitely be getting an earful later.
So no Harlow or Nancy to help this weekend. Great, of all the weekends…
We finally get to the hospital, the rest of the trip laughter free. After getting all the paperwork from the registration desk, I quickly find out that writing with my left hand is almost as impossible as trying to drive my car. I scowl at Blake. He’s still trying not to laugh, but this time it’s at my illegible handwriting.
“Alex, give me the paperwork. I can fill it out for you. Just tell me what to write.”
I don’t even bother to look at him because I know his face looks just like it did the majority of the car ride here. “No, it’s fine. I can do it. I have to do it. It’s not like you’re going to be around all hours of the day to write for me whenever I need you to. I might as well start working on it now,” I say with a sigh.
After about five minutes, the only thing I have managed to write is my name and half of my address. I blow out an exaggerated deep breath. Blake reaches over and grabs the clipboard from off my lap.
“What the–?”
“Seriously, Alex. I get it. You can do it. But honestly, at this rate, your hand will be completely healed by the time you’re finished. Just let me write the information for you. It’ll be a lot faster and we can get you home sooner. I’m sure your girls don’t want to spend the next week in this hospital because their mother is too stubborn to let a friend write some information for her on a piece of paper.”
Okay, first of all – using the kids is really low. Second of all, how does he know I have “girls”? First he knows where I work, now this? I find this very, very interesting.
“Fine. But only because I want to get out of here. I hate hospitals.” I say the last part without even meaning to. It just slips out, and when I turn to look at Blake to see if he caught it, he’s looking right back at me with heavyhearted eyes.
Don’t do it…Don’t say it…
“I was sorry to hear about Derek, Alex. I can’t even begin to imagine a loss like that. You had been together for–”
“Seventeen years,” I finish for him. “Yeah, it definitely wasn’t easy.” I let out a deep breath and slap my good hand down on my leg. “But life goes on, right? Can we just get back to the paperwork?” I’m in enough pain right now without even approaching that discussion.
“Of course.” Blake obviously understands and doesn’t say anymore.
Fifteen minutes later the paperwork is done and turned in to the check-in desk. Okay – so maybe he had a point. Thirty minutes after that, we’re in the exam room waiting for the doctor. Blake hasn’t really said much since I shut down the attempt to have the “Derek’s Untimely Death” discussion. I think he’s worried about upsetting me, so I decide to make an effort and engage him in conversation.
“So, Blake, what have you been doing since graduation? You kind of just disappeared.”
“Yeah. I...well, I just needed to get out of this town. There really wasn’t anything for me here anymore.” He shifts his weight uncomfortably in his chair. I can’t help but feel there’s more he wants to say, but he skips right over the comment and keeps talking.
“I headed out to Colorado and took some business classes. Then I transferred into the University of Colorado and got a degree in Construction Engineering Management. I knew I wanted to stay in dad’s line of work and eventually take over his business if he needed me to. But, he didn’t need me right then, so I started my own construction business in Colorado. I still own the business and luckily, I can manage it from here, but eventually I’ll need to figure out what I’m going to do with it.”
“Hmm. Tough one. Would you rather stay in Colorado?” I ask.
Running his hand through his hair he says, “I thought I did. Now I’m not so sure. I guess I’ll have to figure something out soon though.” I start to ask another question, but we’re interrupted by the doctor. As he enters the room, Blake and I both look at him, then immediately look at each other with our eyes raised and mouths open in surprise. As we quietly giggle, it becomes more and more difficult to contain. There’s just something extra funny about trying to cover up laughter; it makes it virtually impossible and there are only so many times you can raise your hand to your mouth and clear your throat. Yeah, it’s completely obvious we are laughing at this man.
Sitting right on the end of his nose, is the largest, darkest mole I’ve ever seen in my entire life. It has a hair sticking out that is approximately three inches long. I feel the sudden urge to grab my purse and get my tweezers. I look over at Blake and watch his lips as he silently mouths Guaca-mole.
Damn you, Austin Powers.
Stop it, I mouth back at him.
When the doctor approaches the table, I feel my eyes start to cross as they continue to focus on his nose. Over his shoulder, I can see Blake still holding his hand over his mouth trying to cover his laughter. I try to straighten my face, but it doesn’t work, so I just go with it and flash the man the biggest, fakest smile I’ve ever attempted. It seems the easiest thing to do at the moment.
Dr. Mole begins to examine my hand, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s getting enjoyment out of inflicting excruciating pain on my poor fingers.
It’s at that point that I decide I can’t continue to look at Blake …I don’t think my fingers can take anymore. So in an attempt to maintain a straight face, I move my eyes to focus on the floor. I breathe in deeply – both in effort to stop laughing and to manage the pain now radiating through my hand all the way up my arm.
The doctor finishes his exam and leaves the room without saying another word. Blake and I look at each other, finally free to laugh out loud.
“Holy Moley! Did you see the size of that thing?” Blake lets out a chuckle. I smile to myself. Oh, Austin Powers. How you make me laugh.
“That poor man. I feel bad for laughing. But really? He’s a doctor. There isn’t anything he could do to remove it? I mean, he does have to talk to people all day.” I shake my head in disgust. “It was even worse up close, Blake.”
Blake lets out a loud laugh. “Well, I feel bad enough you have to be here. I would feel really bad if you had been poked in the eye with that thing. Did you see the length of that whisker? It may actually be Guinness Book of World Records worthy.”
I let out another giggle, this time covering my mouth in case the doctor walks in. It feels really good to laugh.
The doctor enters the room shortly after, keeping a safe distance from me this time. He throws the x-rays up on the lit board and tells me that I haven’t broken any bones. I do, however, have some bone contusions and soft tissue injuries. Blake lets out a sigh of relief and pats my arm, letting me know he’s sorry.
After Dr. Mole finishes his expert diagnosis, I walk out of the exam room with my fingers splinted and wrapped in gauze, and with a prescription for pain medicine. Making my way though the ER waiting room and into the main lobby, I find myself pummeled by three little girls and one Harlow. They all immediately look at my hand with huge eyes.
“Oh my gosh. Mommy, what happened? Are you okay?” Rylie asks, looking at my hand sadly.
“I’m okay baby. I just got my hand caught in the door. No broken bones so mommy will be just fine. Don’t worry, cuckoo head.” I give her a big hug, being extra careful with my hand.
“Mama – are you sure? That looks like it hurts a lot! Do you want me to carry your purse?” Kyndall offers.
I give her a grateful smile. “Kyndall – that would be really helpful actually. Thank you so much, my sweet baby girl.” I lean over to give her a squeeze while still holding on to Rylie.
“No, Mommy! I’m the baby!” Rylie shouts and pushes Kyndall away from me. Seriously, we’re doing this right now? What happened to feeling sorry for mommy?
“No, you’re not,” Kyndall shoots back. “You’re four years old now. You’re not the baby. You’re a big girl. Isn’t that what you’re always saying? Like, all day long? How you’re a big girl now? So there–” She crosses her arms over her chest and finishes with an exaggerated “hmpf”.
Getting another push in, Rylie yells again, “Yes I am, Kyndall!” Then she takes a breath as if to calm herself down. “Stop talking at me Kyndall, you make my head hurt.”
Kyndall lets out an angry gasp and I look to Harlow for help.
Harlow takes a chocolate bar out of her purse and holds it right in front of Rylie’s face. Rylie takes one look at the chocolate and grins. Fight forgotten. She lets go of me and goes straight into Harlow’s arms as she picks her up. Harlow gives her the chocolate, but not before she breaks off two other pieces and gives them to Nycole and Kyndall, giving them a wink in the process.
I take in a deep breath. “Thanks. Hey, where’s mine?” I say, bumping Harlow’s hip with mine.
Rolling her eyes while chewing her piece of chocolate, Nycole huffs. “You guys are teaching her bad habits, you know. You always give her stuff like that when she’s bad. She’s going to start being bad just to get candy, Mom. Jeez.”
While I’m mentally strangling her, I hear the lobby doors open behind me from the ER waiting room.
“Hey Blake,” Harlow says as he walks up behind us. “I’m assuming you guys have worked out your issues?” She looks down at my hand and then back at Blake. Pointing her finger in his face she adds, “You and I are going to have a long talk when I get back. I mean really Blake, did you have to slam her hand in the door?”
All three heads whip around and their eyes narrow as the girls take their first look at Blake Morgan. I press my lips together as I try not to encourage the behavior by triumphantly smiling. Watching all three of them practice their own versions of the mommy death stare on Blake is somewhat redeeming. I quickly glance at Blake and shrug my shoulders.
Harlow assesses the situation and I can tell she’s also struggling to keep a straight face. “Oops…probably not the best time to mention the whole ‘slamming the door and breaking Alex’s hand’ thing. Sorry about that, Blake.”
Turning to me she says, “Also probably not the best time for this either, but I’m leaving right now to go meet Trace. So that means he’s going to need to drive you home.” She nods her head towards Blake and clears her throat, still trying to contain her laughter when she looks again at the girls still glaring at Blake. “I’m also sorry about that, Blake.” I can’t help but let out a small giggle. I know she’s trying, but it’s blatantly obvious she’s finding this situation very amusing.
With all three girls standing protectively around my legs and holding on to my waist, I watch Blake as he studies them all with respectful eyes. Then he looks back at me and sighs.
“Well,” he says, pulling my keys from his pocket, “This is going to be interesting.”
For once I couldn’t agree more.
I look at my girls and give them each a reassuring smile. I place my good hand on each of their heads as I make the introductions. “Nycole, Kyndall, Rylie, this is Blake Morgan. My very, very good friend. He was actually my best friend growing up.” I give them a quick wink and whisper quietly to them, “Now ease up on the poor guy, he’s not that bad.” I grin at Blake.
Blake flashes me his gorgeous smile, but immediately turns his attention to my girls. “It’s nice to meet you lovely ladies.” He crouches down so he can look them each in the eyes. “I’m really sorry about the accident with your mom’s hand. I promise all of you that I’m going to do everything that I can to make her feel all better, if you guys don’t mind me helping her out for a while.”
I internally cringe at the word help. I watch my girls, each of them mesmerized by Blake’s beautiful and endearing smile, as they shake his hand. As they smile innocently back at him, I feel a wall crash down from around my heart.
Well, I guess Blake was right again.
This is definitely going to be interesting.
Walking into our house, I look at the living room in dismay. If I would have known how the events of today were going to unfold, I would’ve definitely straightened up. It looks like a tornado has been through the interior of my entire house. I vaguely remember tripping over the Lego house that Nancy and the kids must have built before she took them to her house, when I came home last night, but I didn’t bother cleaning it up. Now there are Lego’s strewn all over the floor along with a soccer ball, Hello Kitty pillow, Barbie dolls, Ken dolls dressed up in Barbie clothes, a couple of these tiny little dolls that I absolutely hate because trying to put their clothes on is a very daunting task, my bra and shoes from last night – oops...all over the living room floor.
I lean down slowly to pick up the bra as Blake enters the house with the girls following him. Quickly lodging it behind the couch before he can see it, I feel my hand starting to throb more and more. Blake, thankfully, stopped by the pharmacy on the way home for my pain medicine. The main question is when I can actually take it. I don’t want to be knocked out all night. What if Rylie has another accident in her bed? What if Kyndall has a nightmare? She’s had nightmares ever since Derek died. I guess I’ll have to try to tough it out tonight.
I turn to watch Blake observing the unfortunate state of my house. A corner of his mouth tips up when he spots the Ken dolls.
“Don’t laugh, Blake. That might be you one day. Actually, I guarantee that will be you if you hang around here long enough,” I say, giggling. I know this is the truth.
Chuckling under his breath, he walks to the kitchen and places the prescription bag on the counter. He turns to face the girls who are still on his heels. “Well, it’s a good thing I look good in pink.” He shakes his fingers at the girls. “But no sequins! That’s where I draw the line.”
Giggles erupt. Yes, I think the girls have definitely forgiven Blake. Traitors.
“Girls, one accident is enough for the day, don’t you think? I need you to pick up the toys and everything else that’s on the floor that doesn’t belong there and take it where is does belong. Okay?”
The girls just stand there looking back at me. I’m sorry…am I speaking Greek?
“Girls! Please, do as I say. This place is a wreck and I want us to make a good impression for my friend Blake.” At the mention of Blake’s name, the girls spring into action. Shrieks and giggles fill the living room as they run back and forth to their respective bedrooms putting away their things. I haven’t heard them giggle this much in a long time. Thinking back to this morning when I actually giggled as well, I’m beginning to think this is just a Blake Morgan side effect. He should come with a warning label.
“Mom, what’s your bra doing behind the couch?” Nycole says, holding up my bra for all the freakin’ world to see. I walk over and snatch it from her hand and put it behind my back. She gives me an extremely calculating little smile. “Well, you should put your stuff away, too. I mean, it’s only fair, right? Lead by example – that’s what you always tell me.”
Oh. My. God.
Did that just come out of my child’s mouth?
I tilt my head and stare at her, raising only my left eyebrow. This is my code for “You have about two seconds to think about what you just said and correct it before you really get in trouble.” She has actually become very familiar with this code over the last couple of months. Needless to say, she walks behind my back and grabs the bra, still holding it where Blake can see. I’m pretty sure she’s doing this as an act of retaliation. “Sorry, Mom. I’ll put it in your drawer for you.”
“Thanks, Nyc.” I want to add a major lecture about how to appropriately speak to adults, mainly your own mother, but I figure I should wait until Blake isn’t around.
I turn and see Blake silently laughing in the kitchen.
“Nice job. That was obviously a very effective form of communication.”
“Yeah, well, you pick up a few useful things as a parent, such as telepathic chastisement. I’ve tried it on Harlow, but evidently it’s strictly a parent/child thing,” I state nonchalantly. I walk into the kitchen where Blake’s leaning against the counter.
I turn quickly to avoid thinking about how sexy he looks in his torn jeans, army green t-shirt (slightly resembling his G.I. Joe one – minus the letters) that makes his eyes look even more amazing, and his gorgeous hair – still flipping up behind his ears, but now evidently styled to look that way. Grabbing a glass out of the cabinet, I clear my throat – jeez, it’s hot in here. My throat feels like sandpaper.
“Want something to drink?” I ask.
“Nope, I’m good.”
Glass in hand, I make my way to the refrigerator and reach up to pull the door open. Mind obviously on all things Blake, I ram my gauze covered fingers right into the door.
“Ahh!” I scream. Tears immediately find their way to my eyes from the pain. Instinctively, I drop the glass in order to once again clutch my throbbing hand safely against my chest. Glass shatters all over the kitchen floor.
“What happened?”
“Are you okay, Mommy?”
I hear the girls cry out as they run into the kitchen to see what major calamity just occurred. Kyndall’s leading the pack, but when she sees the glass all over the floor, she stops abruptly. This leads to Nycole running straight into the back of her and Rylie running into the back of Nycole. It’s actually a very Three Stooges moment and if my fingers weren’t shooting pain throughout my entire body right now, I would’ve found it hilarious.
Before I can say anything, Blake immediately runs to the girls and herds them out of the kitchen using his arms. I watch Kyndall and Nycole jumping up and down trying to see over them, while Rylie sticks her little head just underneath. Concern etched all over their faces.
“Alex, are you okay?” he shouts over his shoulder as he signals for the girls to stay put.
“Yeah, I’m okay!” But I know I’m not. The tears that started from the pain continue from frustration. Still holding my throbbing hand, I look down at the floor. At the sight of the glass shards that are going to be an absolute bitch to clean up, my lip starts quivering and I know I’m about to lose it. Just as I hear Blake round the corner, I attempt to wipe my face with my hands. I quickly suck in a breath of air as the pain once again shoots up my entire arm.
I look up to see Blake enter the kitchen area. He approaches me with extreme caution. I’m not sure whether it’s because of the glass shards on the floor or because he senses my imminent breakdown. Regardless, at the sight of him my shoulders begin to shake and the tears begin to stream steadily down my cheeks. I immediately look down to the floor in embarrassment. With my eyes lowered, I watch his boots make their way through the sea of glass and stop right by my feet. I’m still looking downward when puts his hand under my chin, and tilts my head back, forcing me to look at him.
“It’s okay, Alex. I’m right here. Everything will be fine,” he says as his worried eyes watch the tears run down my cheeks. He gently puts his hands on each side of my face and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. Then he pulls me closely into his chest, puts his arms gently around my shoulders, and places his chin on the top of my head.
I begin to sob.
He runs circles on my back with one hand while running his other hand over my hair in an effort to calm me. In the midst of my tears, I can’t help but catch a whiff of him. Leather and soap. It’s oddly comforting.
“Shh, it’s okay, Alex. Let it out. It’s been a shit day,” he says with a chuckle, still holding me protectively in his arms.
And with that, I begin laughing.
“It has been a shit day. Thank you for being there to experience every shitty second of it, Blake.” I continue laughing. I have a feeling I am very near my emotional delirium threshold.
Blake pulls back from me and his eyes wander my face. “No problem. That’s what friends are for.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds. I can’t believe this man’s kindness. After everything, he is right here, comforting me.
“Thank you, Blake, for everything. It means a lot that you’re here right now, especially after the way I treated you the last night.”
“Like I said, not a problem.” He ends his statement with a shrug of his shoulders.
We continue to gaze at each other for another second. The look is broken by the sound of three pairs of feet hesitantly making their way back into the kitchen
“Mom, are you okay? It’s been a while. I know Blake told us to stay, but we were worried,” Nycole says, eyeing the closeness between Blake and me.
I look over to see her arms protectively around her sisters, one on each side. Her worried eyes look back at me for reassurance. I release Blake from our embrace and turn to face her. I wipe the remaining tears from my eyes and sniffle. I motion for them to stay where they are. “Yes, baby. I’m fine. I’m just really frustrated because my hand hurts and I can’t do the things I normally do.”
Nycole’s eyes light up. “Well, Mom, it’s a good thing Blake’s here to help. Then you don’t have to do everything like you normally do. You don’t have to be sad anymore.”
I look back at Blake and offer him a sheepish smile, knowing that her words have a much deeper meaning than they sound. And I’m sure that Nycole, as smart as she is, knows this too.
I turn back to Nycole and nod my head, acknowledging that I understand the true meaning of her statement. I then look at the other two and let out a long sigh. “Alright girls, go get the broom and dust pan from the laundry room and bring them to Blake. He’s got a big mess to clean up!” Shrieks and giggles arise again as they all three run out of the room to fetch the broom. I look at Blake and sniffle again, swiping my nose along my shoulder. I move my eyes to the floor. Definitely a big mess.
The thing is… I don’t know if I’m referring to the glass all over the floor or to myself.
Either way, it seems Blake definitely has a very big mess to deal with.
