Here's part seven. It's my favorite and one I've been looking forward to writing for a long time!
last ended with a mysterious phone call -twilight zone musics-
last ended with a mysterious phone call -twilight zone musics- "Oh Kayla, it's good to hear your voice again."
I couldn't reply, i just stood there with my mouth hanging open in shock.
"Are you there? It's me, Trigger."
"Yes," i coughed, "I know it's you..." tears filled my eyes. I couldn't believe i was hearing this voice again. "I've been trying to find your number for a few days. I didn't stop to think that it didn't change."
What did he expect me to say to him?
"Well," he continued when i didn't reply, "I'd like to see you, do some catching up. If you're up for it." "Oh, alright," I answered- finally finding my voice again.
"How about i meet you at LePaul's tonight at 8?"
"That sounds fine."
I'd never spent so much time in front of a mirror my whole life. Not even when i went out with Jack. I didn't know how soothing hearing Trigg's voice would be to me. I waited at the restaurant for a few minutes when i saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was different now, i shouldn't have recognized him at all. He was handsome, tall, and he'd let his hair grow out a bit.
I grabbed onto the edges of my seat as he neared me.
-keep control of yourself, Kayla- I murmured to myself. I stood up when he was next to my table.
"Trigger..." I sighed.
"Kayla?" He eyed me up and down, taking in my new form. The last we saw of each other- I was a scrawny teenager. Now, at least, to him, i hoped, i was pretty enough. I don't know why it mattered to me what he thought. "I shouldn't have left," he frowned when his eyes connected with mine again. "You're stunning..."
"Oh, Trigg," I reached out and hugged him. "It's so good to see you again."
He rubbed my back in our embrace. "I'm so glad to be back." We talked for a while, ending up not even eating anything. We did drink an awful lot of wine though, me more-so than him. It seemed to be a nervous habit.
"So, where did you go?" I asked him.
"Oh, everywhere! I walked across Europe and Asia, lived in Australia, studied in Egypt. I taught schools in South America, hiked mountains and canoed miles of lakes for days. It was an amazing trip. I had the time of my life. I only wished i had brought you along."
I looked at the ground. I had to tell him sometime...
"So what's been up with you?" He asked.
"I'm engaged," i blurted out. He looked down at the table for a minute of awkward silence.
"I'm sorry," i said, "I just... It happened recently. I never expected you to come back again. It'd been so long i figured you were done with me and didn't want me too..."
"No no," He said putting up his hands in defense. "I didn't ask you to wait for me. I actually sort of expected this." He frowned, looking away for a minute. "I left a beautiful girl alone and I... lost her." "I would have waited for the sun to die for you." I whispered, "But being with Jack, my fiance, was so natural to me. I thought he was the one, so I just let what happened happen."
He smiled again. "It's ok. Honestly."
We didn't talk about it again for the rest of the night. After we'd downed quite a bit of wine we decided it was time to pay the bill and be on our ways. My heart started to break as i realized i was going to have to say goodbye to him all over again.
I was a tad dizzy from the alcohol and stumbled a little when i stood up.
"Woah..." he caught me, "I think you've had a little to much to drink."
I nodded, starting to feel ill.
"I'll drive you home, I want to be sure you get there safe." As he hugged me goodbye at my front door i couldn't' keep it inside any longer.
"Why..." i started to cry. "Why did you leave me behind. I wanted to so much to be with you." I sniffed and held him closer, crying onto his shoulder. "I would have followed you anywhere!"
"I'm so sorry," he answered, holding me. "I was a dumb teenager, I don't know why i didn't want you to come with me. I suppose i was afraid to be in love, I... I didn't want to be hurt or to hurt you." I pulled away a little to look at his face, with tears running down my cheeks. That was the first deadly mistake. Without warning he kissed me full on the lips. A passionate, needing kiss. My second mistake: Kissing him back and not pushing him away. I pulled him into the house, not breaking lip contact the whole way, until we were making out in the living room. He pulled my hair out and smoothed it out with his fingers.
"It's gotten so long, and red." He panted.
"I've not gotten a cut since i left," I sighed as he kissed me again, pulling me back into the bedroom. It was moments before we had the clothes coming off each other in dire passion of the moment. Kissing all the while, never losing sight of the other. "Kayla..." He whispered as he pushed me down, "Are you sure about this... We don't..."
"Don't think about it." I muttered, pulling him into a kiss and a long night of passion. I slept better than i had in 3 years in his arms.
The Seventh of Life's Choices
Sep 7, 2009 by notespeller2
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