So it’s been a few months and I must say that life been going quiet well for me and Clint here in Bridgeport. We both have jobs now. He managed to get a minor one in a bank while I work as a receptionist at a spa. I rarely see Becca now and I sometimes feel it’s a relieve of a kind. She’s caused both of us enough heartbreak already and it’s been hard keeping the truth away from the family, especally if I’ve been intouch with Shari all this time. Hardnot spill the beans to her!
About this new job of mine, it’s not bad. But neither is very great. You know what I mean? I guess the primary reason for why I chose it out of all the job offers is that the spa is so close to the gym and I can’t live with out a good work out. I used to go out for a run each morning but then this happened…
This freaking annoing white thingy! I was so shocked to of walked outta the gym one day to feel so cold, even in one of my warmest hoodies. Than I saw it. Snowflakes touching my face and causing me to shiver. The white layer of snow on the ground, going up to my ancles. Thankfully I had my Timberland’s on that day so at least my shoes didn’t get soaked. Still, it was a shock of a century for someone who had never felt what snow was like his entire life, having lived in a subtropical climate of Starlight Shores. Until that memoryable day in Bridgeport! Can’t say I liked it much because it practically threw a spanner in my plans of gradually longthening my usual morning route. I also experienced the joys of the snow melting the very next day. Talk about mud and puddles! Don’t even get me started on below zero temperatures where there’s this slippery icy layer on the ground. I almost got my self killed cause of it!
Aside from snow, I’ve been enjoying what Bridgeport has to offer in terms of my workout, especially the big, well-equipped gym with good views of the city. You can even see the stadium from there! We went on a soccer match with Clint once. It’s not really his thing though. As much as it hurts, my best friend has never been very athletic or rather never showed an interest in this kinda thing (ouch, my heart!). Who doesn’t love a good tention relieve that has nothing to do with drugs or alcohol? It’s still a wonder to me why some people don’t do sports. They can be nothing but beneficial – good for your health, good for your appearance, good for bonding with other sporty people… So many advantages!
But Clint has had other things on his mind. For example the swimming courses that he regularly attends. I swear he only does that because that’s what Becca suggested but he claims he just used her good idea as a base. Humph… It’s not like I was born yesterday, was I? In fact, I’m also still very much in love with a particular girl who’s names start with an S. Ever heard that advice that the feeling will eventually fade and disappear? I can say for my own self that this doesn’t work. All I feel changing is it growing stronger each day as my memory of her grows fonder. I of thought about it for a long time and it would just feel so… wrong to try to let go of her. I can’t, I swear I can’t and refuse to believe that she doesn’t still love me. There’s more to it, the way she looks, the way she laughs, notices how much my hair has grown ever since we last saw one another… God, I have to see her!
Shari picked up my facetime call right away. And from that very moment I sensed something was wrong by how uncomfortable she looked with that uncertain expression of her’s.
“Hey Shari! Whazzap?” I said in a joking tone, hoping to light the atmosphere a bit. The corners of her mouth moved upwards, but only a little.
“Oh it’s great, you know. My online comic received a lot of attention and I might even move out eventually. Get a house, finally get a pet, more than one, set up my own art studio in my new house, you know the grown up stuff, and…” I frowned.
“Woah hold you’re horses Shari, you’re rambling!” She sighed and grimaced in response her upper lip going up in a sign of discomfort.
“Yeah, I’m not in very high spirits right now. Whatabout you?”
“Well it’s quiet good, I guess. I’ve just taken a shower after coming back home and decided to call you. Clint hasn’t come back yet and so I’m a bit lonely and in need of good company.” She didn’t smile this time and looked even abit concerned.
“I see. Don’t you have any friends there to hang out with? You know I’ll always be there, but if your planning to be living in Bridgeport…” Woah Shari, what’s wrong with her? Have I ever told her I was planning that?!
“Oh, no, I’m not! I want to live close to you, Dad, Mom, your mom. Your in Storybrook County right now, am I right?” I added remembering her telling me about their move, “Clint was right Shari. Something is wrong about this city. And you know what it’s like with me and people.” She again smiled a little and it made my heart beat faster. I hated seeing her so unwell.
“Yes, I do. Told you so many times that not everyone appreciates your straightforward attitude and criticism. Most people won’t.” As if we hadn’t had that talk many times before.
“I know the drill. But I’m equally critical towards myself.” Her smile now completely vanished and she looked troubled again. Even the red aura surounding her was lighter and weaker than usual.
“They don’t know that Ron…” I thought her voice sounded a bit forced and unnatural when she said that. I took a closer look at her and it broke my heart seeing her so miserable. Who did that to Shari? I’ll kill the bastard who ever that might be. Then I thought that may be she somehow found out. Maybe she knows about Becca and that I’ve been lying to her. She might be troubled because she fond out that her best friend works as a stripper now. And she thinks I don’t know. Is that what she’s trying to tell me?
“I have something to tell you…” She and I spoke the exact same sentence at the same time, than looked at one another conflicted. I was the one to make a decision.
“So you first,” I said dying to know what was bothering her.
“Well, I… I don’t know how to tell you this Ron. But I will, I will just say it.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Ron, Aunt Hailey… your mother… is dead.” I froze looking into her eyes, or rather at the screen outta which she was looking at me, genuine concern in that gaze. She couldn’t possibly be lying, could she? But my mother… could she… could she… I felt a huge lump forming in my throat and the phone almost fell off out of my hand as my grip loosned. I wasn’t able to respond.
“Ron say something. Anything,” she practically pleaded with those beautiful green eyes of her’s. I tried again, but words just weren’t coming out of my throat so she continued. “Ron, listen to me. The funeral is tomorrow at 12, here in Storybrook County, you’ll find the cemetery, its the biggest out there… And I think… No I believe, she’d want you and Clint to be there… What did you want to tell me? Ron?” She searched for my gaze, I could feel it even through the screen. But I wasn’t looking at the phone anymore.
Instead I was insistentely staring at the wall opposite me as if the ghost of my mother had been bound to come out of the wardrobe any time now. When my arms started feeling like jelly, I dropped the phone and I almost fell off the bed myself when I heard someone open the door. Having realized it was Clint, I quickly locked the door to the bedroom.
I didn’t want to talk to him. Nor to anyone.
Few minutes later, the shock ceased and I felt first streams of water running down my cheeks. And tears could only mean one thing. A definite loss of hope.
Note: Well, this was short and pretty lame. As was my week. Except it was very long and very tedious. To the point of me considering not doing this chapter at all, but I did and here’s the result. However, I plan to post a bonus on Wednesday, so we’ll see if I can redeem myself. See you next time and hopefully, it wasn’t too disappointing (I made all the face time poses, I swear I deserve some love after all this). So yeah, see you possibly on Wednesday!