Bittersweet Memories: Part 1 – Chapter 10
Bittersweet Memories
âDad?â I clench my phone tighter as I look in the mirror in the restaurantâs bathroom. âWhere are you? Itâs getting pretty late.â
Iâve been trying to call him all night, and by the time he finally picked up, Iâd already given up our table. I donât think he even realizes itâs my birthday today.
âSorry, darling,â he says, sounding tired. âThereâs so much going wrong at work that I had to stay late. I wonât even try to hide this from you anymore, Alanna, because I canât. The company is collapsing, and Iâm trying to keep it together with my bare hands, but I canât. I canât do it.â
I donât get why he even tried to keep this from me. Did he truly think that I didnât notice the things that went missing from our house? First it was his watch, then it was the paintings he loved so much. After that, Momâs diamonds disappeared. My credit card hasnât worked in months, and I never even told him, because he fought so hard to keep this from me.
âWhat can I do, Dad? How can I help you?â
âNothing, sweetie. Just keep doing what you do, okay? Keep staying strong for me, keep smiling for me, and please, sweetie. Please be patient with me. I wonât be able to get away from work for another few hours, so donât worry about me. You just have dinner, all right?â
I inhale shakily, part of me wanting to remind him that today is my seventeenth birthday, but I wonât. âOf course, Dad. Donât worry about me. You just focus on work. Iâll be fine.â
Dad pauses for a moment, and then he sighs. âI love you, Alanna. Iâll make this up to you. I promise.â
I force a smile onto my face, though he canât see me. âIâm looking forward to it,â I tell him. âSee you later, Dad. Donât be home too late, okay?â
I end the call as I walk out of the restaurant I made a reservation at several months ago. Iâve been looking forward to tonight for so long, but I shouldâve known something would go wrong. Every time I think Iâll get to spend some time with Dad, something happens, and I end up being all alone.
Iâm getting tired of it, but volunteering at the shelter makes me understand why he works the way he does. I can see his fears, and I donât dare act selfish. I donât dare tell him that I want his time, that I miss him. Iâm shaking as I get into my car, unsure where to even go.
For a little while, I did what Silas told me to do, but even when Iâm at his office, he doesnât really notice me. I was hoping to chat with him every once in a while, and I really wanted to better understand what Dad does, but my presence only seemed to stress him out more, so I stopped going.
I drive around aimlessly, only half surprised when I find myself pulling up at the shelter without even consciously realizing that I drove there. I park in front of the building and check the time. Itâs eight oâclock, so there are two hours left before lights out. I grab my phone, unsure of whether or not I should call Silas.
Over the last couple of weeks, weâve definitely become friends, and we talk to each other almost every night, but somehow I feel conflicted about calling him tonight. I donât want to force him to spend time with me, and I know that if I call him, heâll come out to see me.
I bite down on my lip, but in the end, selfishness wins, and I press the dial button. He picks up almost immediately, and I canât help but smile.
âIf it isnât the birthday girl. Happy birthday, sweet girl.â
âThank you,â I murmur. I wonder if he realizes that heâs the only one whoâs wished me a happy birthday today. I doubt it, and I want to keep it that way.
âHow was dinner with your dad? I kinda thought itâd last much longer.â
âOh, itâs great,â I lie. âI just went to the bathroom to touch up my lipstick, and somehow I found myself thinking of you. I wasnât sure how long the evening would last, so I thought Iâd call you. Donât want you to feel neglected, after all. What would you do with yourself if I donât call you before bed? Iâm not sure youâd be able to sleep, you know? How could I do that to you?â
He bursts out laughing, and a soft giggle escapes my lips. Iâve barely spoken to him for a minute, and heâs already turned my night around. I lean back in my seat and let my eyes fall closed as I focus on his voice.
âYeah,â he murmurs. âIâve kinda grown accustomed to hearing your voice before bed. I wasnât sure Iâd get to speak to you tonight, but I was hoping I would.â
Our daily calls are the highlight of my day. Even now, heâs rarely at the shelter when I go to volunteer, but I donât mind it as much. When I see him, things are somewhat odd between us. Heâs distant in person, but over the phone? Over the phone, it feels like heâs mine.
Iâm startled when I hear knocking on my window, and my eyes fly open. I sit up, surprised to find Silas standing next to my car, his phone still against his ear. âI had a feeling Iâd find you here.â He walks around the car and I unlock the door for him as he ends our call.
âWhat are you doing here?â I ask when he gets in beside me, shocked. âHow did you know?â
He smiles and leans back in the passenger seat. âYour voice, Alanna. Over the last couple of months, Iâve learned to read every single one of your emotions through your voice. Youâve never sounded as upset as you did tonight. I knew you werenât at the restaurant, so I followed my instincts, and they led me right to you.â
I let my eyes roam over him, taking in the slight stubble that only accentuates his strong jaw, the slightly long hair, and those lips Iâve been wanting to taste. âYou canât read every one of my emotions, Si,â I whisper.
âYeah,â he whispers back. âI can.â
His eyes drop to my lips, and then he tears his gaze away. Silas has never crossed the line with me, and each time I try to, he reminds me that heâs five years older than I am. Heâs been rejecting me subtly, but that doesnât make it hurt any less.
âThat dress looks just as beautiful on you as I knew it would,â he whispers, but he isnât looking at me. Heâs looking out the window. I stare at him, trying to figure out if heâs just being nice, or if he means it.
âThanks,â I murmur, glancing down at my lap. I fell in love with this dress at first sight, and I told Silas it made me feel like a queen. Itâs a nude-colored midi dress with a corseted top, and it makes every single one of my curves stand out in the classiest way. Itâs the perfect birthday dress, and if nothing else, I guess Iâm glad at least Silas got to see me in it.
âWhat happened tonight, Alanna?â he asks, turning back to me.
I shake my head. âSame old,â I whisper. âDad has been working, and I donât think he even realizes itâs my birthday today. I didnât say anything, because I donât want him to feel guilty, you know? Even if he does come home now, my night is ruined, so there was no point.â
He nods. âCome on, birthday girl. Thereâs somewhere Iâve been meaning to take you. I didnât think Iâd actually be able to do it on your birthday, but I guess itâs my lucky day.â
I frown, and Silas smirks at me as he puts a location into my navigation system. âWhere are we going?â
He shakes his head. âYouâll see. Itâs a surprise.â
I smile as I follow the directions, curious. I drive down one windy road after another, until Silas tells me to park on the side of a dirt road. âWhere are we?â
âLet me show you.â
He gets out and walks around the car to open my door for me. Silas offers me his hand, and my heart races as I place mine in his. He entwines our fingers as he pulls me along, frowning when he realizes that my heels are sinking into the grassy grounds.
He bends down slightly, and before I realize what heâs doing, Iâm lifted off the ground and into his arms. He holds me close, his eyes briefly running over my body. I couldâve sworn I saw a flash of desire in them, but then itâs gone, and heâs striding forward with me in his arms. âWhat are you doing?â I whisper. âYou donât need to carry me.â
He shakes his head. âItâs a bit of a walk.â
I tighten my grip on him, reveling in his proximity. I allow myself to drink him in shamelessly, taking in his long lashes, the stubble on his skin, his strong jaw. His body feels strong against mine, his grip tight. Iâve never been this close to a guy before. âThis is a first for me,â I whisper.
Silas looks at me and blinks in confusion.
âItâs the first time a boy has carried me in his arms like this.â
Silas chuckles and tightens his grip on me, his eyes on mine. âIâm no boy, Alanna,â he says, his voice soft and sexy.
âOh no,â I whisper. âDoes this count as putting myself in a dangerous situation?â
Silas smirks, and my heart skips a beat. Itâs a lazy, intimate smirk, and itâs all for me. âDamn right it does, baby. Donât you ever find yourself in another manâs arms like this, late at night with no one else around. No one but me.â
âJust you, Silas,â I whisper.
He stops walking, his eyes on mine, and I wonder if he can see me blushing in the darkness. âWeâre here,â he says, but he doesnât put me down.
Iâm so mesmerized by his beautiful emerald eyes that I struggle to tear my gaze away. When I eventually manage it, I find us standing underneath a beautiful pink blossom tree. âWow,â I whisper. The air feels fresh, and the breeze carries a soft floral scent. This place feels magical. I glance around, my eyes settling on the stone cottage behind us.
âSilas,â I whisper. âAre we trespassing?â
He smiles as he puts me down and places his hands on my shoulders. âYes, I suppose we are.â Silas has always kept his distance from me, but tonight feels different. âHappy birthday, Alanna,â he murmurs.
He lets go of me and reaches into his back pocket, taking out a pink envelope. He holds it in both hands, his gaze downcast. Silas inhales deeply, and when he looks up at me, my heart starts to race. Iâve never seen him look at me like that before. His eyes are filled with every feeling I try so hard to hide.
âAlanna, there isnât much I can offer you other than my friendship⦠but Iâve learned the hard way that the most precious things in life truly are free. Maybe someday, Iâll be able to give you diamonds and expensive flowers, but for now, please accept this.â
He hands me the envelope, and I take it with trembling hands. My heart is racing as I open the envelope carefully, not wanting to tear it open. Silas shifts his weight from one leg to the other, seemingly just as nervous as I am.
I gasp when I slide a birthday card out of the envelope, a portrait of me on it⦠except the girl in the drawing looks nothing like me⦠sheâs far more beautiful than I ever hope to be. âDid you draw this?â I ask, shocked.
Silas nods and looks away. Iâve never seen him look so vulnerable before. âItâs beautiful,â I whisper. I open the card, taking in the simple birthday message in his handwriting. Instead of his name, itâs signed with the Ï symbol. âI love it, Silas.â My voice trembles, and I hug the card to my chest. âThis⦠thank you. Thank you so much, Si. I donât need expensive flowers or diamonds, Si. Nothing could ever beat this.â
He smiles at me and nods, but I see the insecurity in his eyes. Before I have a chance to even attempt to reassure him, he reaches back into his pocket and takes out a thin glass canister with paper inside it. âThis,â he tells me, âis for next year.â
He tips his head toward the tree, and I follow his gaze. âMy mother and I planted this tree over a decade ago,â he says. âEvery year, my father would take me here for my birthday, to my motherâs favorite place. She and I had a tradition, you see⦠every year on my birthday, sheâd draw me a picture, and Iâd draw her one. We then put them in glass bottles and buried them. Throughout the year, weâd try to guess what the other had drawn, right down to the last detail. Whoever got closest would win a wish that the other had to fulfill. It was a silly competition, but it was ours.â
I look around again, seeing this place through fresh eyes. We arenât trespassing at all, not really⦠this place should belong to Silas, and I have no doubt that one day it will again. âSi, thatâs your tradition with her,â I whisper. âSomething like that⦠you should share that with someone special.â
He kneels down in front of me and looks up at me. âI am, Ray,â he whispers.
âRay?â
He nods. âIâve been calling you by your name for far too long. You need a nickname. I thought of calling you sunshine, but Iâve spent too many days in the blistering sun, desperate for a glass of water. Youâre a ray of sunshine, a ray of light, a ray of hope in an otherwise dark, bleak world. Youâre enough to illuminate my path, yet I always want more.â
My eyes widen, and Silas smiles at me, his expression tender. When he looks at me like that, he gives me hope that someday, he and I could be more than friends.
Silas tears his gaze away and I watch as he digs through the dirt with his bare hands before burying the bottle, my heart racing wildly the entire time. He pushes the dirt flat onto the ground, securing the treasure he buried before brushing his hands against each other.
Si rises to his feet, towering above me, his eyes on mine. âNow youâve got one of my firsts too, Alanna. Youâre the first woman Iâve ever drawn a portrait of, unless weâre counting the childish doodles I shared with my mom. Youâre the first woman Iâve brought here, the first one to have received a birthday card from me.â
I take a step closer to him and place my palms against his chest, my heart racing. âNext year,â I whisper. âNext year, Iâll bring a gift of my own too. I canât draw, Si⦠but Iâll think of something.â
He smirks and places his hands on my waist, his touch far more intimate than usual. âIâm looking forward to it,â he whispers. Then he takes a step away from me, almost as though he physically wants to distance himself from me, and I sigh. Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of what could be, if heâd let it⦠and tonight I want it more than ever before.
âWill you tell me about your favorite memories in this place?â
âNot counting the one weâre creating right now?â he replies, and I blush.
Si drops back down to the ground with a smile on his face. I watch him as he takes off his hoodie, his t-shirt riding up with it and exposing his abs. He places it on the ground and tips his head toward it. My eyes widen, and I freeze. Why would he do that for me? I know how long he has to wait to wash his clothes at the shelter, yet he so carelessly threw his hoodie on the floor⦠for me.
My heart aches as I sit down next to him. Si smiles at me, and my heart starts to race. Iâm falling for him, and I know Iâll never have him. Silas has made that much clear. Even if thereâs a spark between us, he wonât act on it.
âMy darling Ray, let me tell you about the time I peed my pants because a squirrel attacked me,â he says, and I grin. Heâs single-handedly turned the worst birthday Iâve ever had into the best one I couldâve wished for. Iâm already looking forward to next year, and I have a feeling he is too.