Bittersweet Memories: Part 1 – Chapter 13
Bittersweet Memories
I smile when Alanna pulls up at the shelter. She gets out of the car, and my heart starts to race. Fucking hell. She looks stunning tonight. I thought she looked irresistible on her birthday last year, but she looks even more beautiful tonight⦠and Iâm pretty sure that tight black dress is all for me.
âHappy birthday, Ray,â I murmur. âI didnât get to say it to you in person yesterday. The phone call doesnât count.â
She walks up to me, and for a moment I think sheâll hug me, but then she holds her car keys up for me. âThank you, Si,â she says, her cheeks rosy. Things have been different between us lately. Itâs almost like weâre both at our breaking point, neither of us able to keep up this act much longer.
I donât think I can pretend not to want her tonight. Not when she looks like that. Not when Iâm taking her back to the tree my mother and I planted. I wrap my hand around her car keys and open the passenger door for her.
âI wish I couldâve spent yesterday with you,â she tells me as I get into the car, and I shake my head.
âNo, beautiful. Youâve been looking forward to having dinner with your dad for so long now. Iâm glad you finally got to go.â
She looks at me, her gaze lingering. âI want to take you there someday, Si. Will you let me?â
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, feeling conflicted. I want to be the person she goes out with, but I canât afford to take her on a date. I donât mind her picking up the bill every once in a while, but I canât in good conscience go when I know Iâll never be able to do the same for her. I donât ever want her to feel like Iâm using her, and this would quickly become a slippery slope.
âSomeday,â I promise her. Someday soon, Iâll be able to take her wherever she wants to go. Iâm only a year away from graduating, and if all goes well, Iâll find a nice entry-level IT job. It might not pay much, but it should be enough to get a small place of my own. Now, more than ever, Iâm desperate to get out of the shelter.
âHow was it? Tell me all about it.â Yesterday was the first day in weeks that we didnât talk to each other for very long. She came home late and fell asleep minutes into our phone call.
âSi, it was just the best. I donât think Iâve ever seen Dad so happy before, and the food was just amazing. Itâd been so long since we spent some quality time together, and it felt just like old times. It was the first time in forever that he didnât seem stressed.â
I love this about her. She went to one of the most expensive restaurants in town, and what she was most focused on was her father, and whether he had a good time. Sheâs something special, and she doesnât even realize it.
Alanna turns to me, a wide grin on her face. âI almost forgot to tell you! Iâve got a bottle of my own this year. Do you want to guess whatâs in it?â
My heart fills with tenderness, and it takes all of me not to stop the car and pull her into my arms. I adore her. Thereâs no other way to describe this feeling.
âIs it a birthday card?â
Alanna pouts, and I know I guessed correctly. âSi,â she complains. âI know you got me a card too, but the point is to guess correctly what kind of card it is.â
âWho says I got you a card?â
âWait, what? I thought you were going to draw me a card every year?â
I smile at her and shake my head. âThe gift can be different every year. My mother always drew me something, yes, but that doesnât mean Iâll do the same.â
I feel her gaze on me as I park the car, and I canât help but smirk. Just being around her makes my heart race. Iâve been fighting this for so long, but I donât think I have it in me to resist any longer.
âItâs a card, isnât it?â she asks.
I chuckle as I get out of the car and walk around it to open the door for her. âOnly one way to find out, babe.â
I grab her hand and pull her along, the two of us walking toward the tree hand in hand. I rarely touch Alanna. We donât usually even hug each other in greeting, but tonight is different.
âSi, I might actually die from anticipation. What if I die?â
I bite back my laughter and shake my head. I love that she only shows this dramatic crazy part of herself to me, and no one else. She acts spoiled around me, and poised around everyone else.
âI think youâll be okay, Ray. But just in case, Iâd better dig up that bottle for you, huh?â
She reaches into her handbag and takes out a small gardening shovel, holding it up for me with a triumphant smile. âI came prepared. Iâve got this.â
She drops to her knees in the same spot we were last year, and I shake my head as I take the shovel from her. âLet me,â I murmur. I donât want her hands to get dirty, and I donât want her digging up dirt by herself.
She sits on her knees as I retrieve the bottle we buried last year, her eyes wide with excitement. Thereâs something so beautiful about her, and it isnât just her looks. Itâs the fact that sheâs always treated me the same. Sheâs always treated me as a regular human being, and despite the struggles I face, sheâs clearly falling for me as hard as Iâm falling for her. I shouldnât even be on her radar, yet here she is, trespassing with me to dig up a bottle, and it looks like thereâs nowhere else sheâd rather be.
Alanna gasps when I lift the bottle up, and she all but snatches it from me. âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited for this,â she whispers.
I smile, the feeling bittersweet. âNot as long as Iâve waited.â My words are soft, barely above a whisper, but she hears them nonetheless. She has no idea how hard itâs been to resist her. I kept telling myself that I wouldnât even consider being with her until she turned eighteen, but the truth is that Iâve been falling for her, little by little, day by day, for two years.
âCan I open it?â
I nod, and Alanna stares at the glass bottle for a moment before finally opening it. She takes out the card and unrolls it, her hands trembling. I watch her closely, my heart pounding. When she looks up at me, her eyes are filled with the same need Iâve been battling.
âItâs us,â she whispers. âStanding underneath this tree.â
I nod.
âYouâre kissing me in this drawing.â
I nod again.
âBut⦠you drew this last year. I saw you bury this on my seventeenth birthday.â
I smile and look away. âThatâs how long Iâve been wanting to kiss you, Alanna. At the time, you were obsessing over firsts, and you werenât happy that you didnât have any of mine, so I gave you this. You and me, this tradition⦠that was a first, but it wasnât the one I wanted.â
âWhat do you want?â she asks, her eyes filled with hope and desire.
âYou,â I whisper.
I rise to my feet and pull her up with me. Her eyes widen, and I smile when I pull her closer. âThis is how we were standing in the drawing,â I whisper.
She smiles at me, nerves and desire dancing across her eyes. âI was even wearing a similar dress in your drawing. Tell me, Si. Can you see the future?â
I smirk at her and lift my hand to her face, the back of my fingers trailing over her cheek. âI can, and both of ours are entwined, starting today.â
âIs that so?â she whispers, her gaze dropping to my lips. âIn that case, I canât wait for the rest of our lives.â
I donât think Iâve ever been this nervous before, certainly not over something as simple as a kiss, but this is different. I want this to be perfect. I lean in, tilting my face toward hers, a small part of me still scared of crossing the line with her. Thereâs no going back from this, but I donât want to. I donât want to be friends with her anymore.
My lips brush against her, and Alanna freezes, pulling away. I tense and take a step away from her, confused.
âSi, no,â she murmurs. âItâs my phone. Itâs buzzing. No one ever actually calls me but my dad, so I have to take it.â
I breathe a sigh of relief as she answers the phone. This isnât exactly how I saw tonight going. Iâve replayed this evening in my mind countless times, but I never expected to be interrupted at such a critical moment. Iâm nervous as hell, and her speaking to her dad isnât helping. It just reminds me that I shouldnât be doing this, that Iâm not good enough for her.
âWhat? Which hospital?â
I straighten, instantly on high alert. Alannaâs eyes fill with tears, and by the time she ends the call, Iâve got her keys in my hand. âWhat happened?â
âThey said my dad was injured when someone tried to rob him, and heâs in the hospital. What do I do, Si?â
I wrap my arm around her as I lead her to the car. âIâll drive you. Come on, letâs go.â
Alanna is barely holding back her panicked sobs as I drive her to the hospital, and I hold her tightly as we walk in, taking the lead. Sheâs shaking, and she seems in no position to be asking for directions. It takes a moment, but eventually, we find her fatherâs room.
The two police officers standing in front of it have me instantly worried. âAlanna Jones?â one of them asks. She nods, and the pity in his eyes has me tightening my grip on her. âThey tried all they could, Ms. Jones. They couldnât save your father, but I promise you that my partner and I will do all we can to catch the man who shot him.â
âWhat?â she asks, her voice breaking. âThis⦠what⦠it canâtââ
She pulls out of my embrace and rushes into her fatherâs room. My heart breaks as I follow her in, knowing what Iâll find. âPlease,â she begs, her voice breaking.
I watch as she shakes his arm, but itâs too late. Heâs gone. I walk up to her and wrap my arm around her waist, offering her silent support as she continues to plead with her father, her tone getting more and more frantic as realization dawns.
âSilas, please,â she pleads, her breathing weighed down by the sobs sheâs trying to restrain. She looks at me, and the desperation in her eyes destroys me. âPlease wake him up. Please.â
I pull her into me, hugging her tightly, one hand in her hair, and the other around her waist. She struggles in my embrace for a moment, and then she collapses against me, loud sobs tearing through her throat as she falls apart in my arms.
The two of us stand there together, clinging to each other. Iâve never felt more powerless than I do tonight. Her heart is breaking, and thereâs nothing I can do.