Meeting Someone.

Jordan meets someone.

At some point today I realized that my life wasn't worth living. Maybe it was when I noticed my purse missing, or maybe because of my non-stop thoughts, or even because of the stupid mistakes I made are all starting to set in. Actually, the answer is all of the above. But the main thing that made be realize my life was useless was when I noticed -as I sat on my balcony sipping wine, waiting for Jake to come home- that this is all I'll ever be doing. For the rest of my life I'll be sipping wine, waiting for my husband to come home only to sleep or want sex. Then, it'll start over the next day. I'll never have friends, no one to talk to...I'll be alone.

 

The thought caused a stabbing pain in my chest, and I put the wine down to just stare at the cloudless sky. I wanted to go to University, I wanted a happy life...but Jake wouldn't provide that, and I couldn't get it even if he did...so now it's all just a dream. He wants me trapped at home, with no life.

 

Could I deal with that?

 

You have to, a nagging voice in my mind whispered, and I know It was right. He'll leave if I break any rules or disobey, and as much as I want too see him walking out the door...I just can't bring myself to stand up to him. Was it because I know he'd threaten me? Abuse me? Or threaten to take his own life? Again, all of the above.

 

I picked up my wine and swished it around, watching as the redness just stopped at the corners before it could spill out. I put it to my lips, drinking away. The sun was setting, the beautiful shades of orange and purple dancing along the gravel and homes. The purple and orange washed over the ocean, sweeping over the many waves that came up then down on top people. Surfers in the distance looked almost like a picture, the beautiful shining wave holding a man and a board, running wild. I thought about it, then stepped in the living room for a moment to grab my sketch book. Of course, the wave had died down and the surfer was waiting for another, but it was still freshly in my mind.

Drawing is something I do to ease my mind, calm me, make me focus and be happier. I do it when Jake wasn't around, because he never liked the way I drew random things.

 

I sharpened my pencil and drew it the way I remembered. High blue wave, curving over the bare chested man, making it look like he was in some sort of purple, never ending tunnel. I felt my lips tilt up on one side, feeling joy as my hand swiftly moved across the paper.

 

When I finished I held it up. It was just as I pictured it would be, and I couldn't help but let a full on grin come across my face. If I was in any mood, drawing could still bring me up. If I say so myself, the drawing was wonderful and it spoke to me. That's how it usually worked, if a scene spoke to me, I drew it and usually the drawing meant so much more.

 

I set the drawing down and picked up my wine glass again, tilting it to my lips. It was almost empty, and I promised myself I wouldn't have another one. So I walked in and put it in the sink, put the drawing in my bedroom, then walked back out to watch TV.

 

Half hour later, I felt my eye lids getting heavier, and as I closed them the door opened and slammed shut. My eyes snapped open to see Jake standing there, taking his work shoes off. His duffel bag was in one hand, and his other untied his shoe.

 

Then i remembered the drawing. Jake hated it when I drew. I think because it brought me happiness, but I can never be sure. I stood up casually, walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "Welcome home." I said softly, pushing the dryness in my mouth aside. I didn't give him time to answer, I quickly headed down the hall way and into our room. It won't be long till he entered, so I had to work fast. I snatched the drawing and shoved it in my shirt drawer, hiding it in between clothes. I took a shirt out and shut it as he walked in.

 

Pulling my shirt over my head I watched him. "How was work?" I asked casually, though my heart was beating a thousand times a second.

 

He stared at me for a second, looking me over, basically checking me out because I was half naked. Then he shrugged. "Great."

 

Taking the top I randomly pulled out to make it look like I was up to nothing, I put it over my head. "That's good."

 

We didn't speak as he grabbed clothes, and went into the shower. I looked around the room, then noticed his duffel bag sitting in front of his dresser.

 

I had a itching feeling in my fingers to pick it up, but I wasn't sure. If he caught me, I'd be dead. I tiptoed over to the bathroom door and listened. I heard him flush the toilet, then heard the shower turn on. I had to make sure he was in, so I knocked on the door and opened it. "Hun, I'm just grabbing my brush."

 

He didn't bother to move the curtain to look at me, but said: "Okay."

 

I walked back into the room and stared at the duffel bag. I felt like I was committing a crime, but I needed to know desperately what was in it. What was so special that he had to bring to work. I placed the brush on the bed, then leaned down in front of the bag. My heart pounding through my ears, my fingers shaking, and my breath held, I unzipped it as quietly as I could.

 

I stuck my hand in and pulled out the first thing I grabbed: T-shirt. The I pulled out something else: Boxers. Then I reached in, and took something else out, that confirmed my thoughts: Condom.

 

I had already known, the tears that are falling down my cheeks are uncontrollable. Maybe a part of me thought that he was clean from his cheating, but I guess not. I threw everything back in and sat on the bed, letting the tears fall freely. Now, I realize, my life really isn't worth living.

 

I can't even explain how I'm feeling. Sad, angry. All my life I wanted a perfect marriage, perfect husband...now, my hopes are shattered. My heart broke in two when I caught him in bed with another girl, now my heart is shattered into a million pieces because of the fact that he's still cheating on me.

 

I heard the shower stop, and I quickly wiped my tears away just before he entered. He walked in the room with shorts and a tank top on, his hair ruffled. I felt more tears swelling in my eyes, knowing that he was just with another girl, but pushed them back in fear he'll find out about my snooping.

 

He turned to me then, his eyes dark. "I'll be home late tomorrow."

 

I felt another pang in my chest, and my heart still pounded in my ears. Everything was such a blur. "Why? Where will you be?"

 

His eyes narrowed and I avoided his them. I shouldn't have asked. "What is it to you?"

 

I managed a weak smile, but still didn't look at him fully. "Just wondering."

 

"Well stop," he snapped, "it's none of your damn business. You see, your curiosity always gets in the way of everything. You need to stop, it's pissing me off."

 

"I wouldn't have to be curious if you just told me..." I mumbled, standing up and walking to the window.

 

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, then I was face to face with Jake. He pushed me against the wall and put his face in front of mine. I felt my body shake, then I heard a tiny thought in my head, maybe he'll kill you. I pushed the thought away, replacing it with pain. "What did you say?" he spat in my face.

 

I thought quickly, as I taught myself to do when these things happened. "Well, if I didn't tell you where I was going you'd want to know..." I stopped, letting him finish the sentence. I squeezed my eyes shut as he pushed me harder.

 

"That's different," he hissed, his blue eyes blazing with anger, the sight of him sent horrible chills coursing through my veins.

 

I wanted to ask him how, but it would only cause more trouble and pain. "Okay." I choked out. He held me for a few more moments, then let go and watched me slide down to the floor. I coughed, crouching over while letting tears run down my cheeks. "Suck it up." He barked, kicking me with his foot. Then he left the room. I was alone by myself, alone with all my pain.

 

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The next day came quickly, and I woke up in the same position: Lying on the floor crouched. Jake had already left, so I was alone once again. I stood up, grabbing some clothes and letting my breath out when realizing the drawing was untouched.

 

The shower was warm as it hit my body. The spots Jake had grabbed before left bruises, and it felt good as the water washed along them. I just wanted to stay in there forever, taking in the sweet sent of my coconut shampoo and body wash, and sighing as the warm water unclenched my sore muscles.

 

But I couldn't stay there forever, because I'd get in trouble if I stood in the shower too long, the water bill would shoot up. Though the idea sounded appealing, because Jake had to pay. But I didn't take more then a minute to consider it, because I know I'd have to pay too, only not in money.

 

I decided to wear shorts and a tank and go to the beach. I took my drawing book with me. Outside the wind rustled my hair like leaves on a fall morning. The sky was clear, but it could easily turn into a storm. I walked down Ocean Drive with sun glasses on, walking past people jogging or walking dogs. Even though it was early, cars still zoomed by, in a hurry to get to work. People talked, went for coffee, or just got out to be out. I was in the last category.

 

I walked over to South Beach, also nicknamed SoBe. The ocean was as clear as it could get, and I took a spot so I could get a great view. It was that time of the morning that surfers were out, and dogs were playing in the water. I took out my pen and paper and placed it on my lap, waiting for the perfect image to pop up so I can draw it.

 

But nothing came into view that inspired me. Not the crystal waves, cute surfers, or even volleyball players. I felt my patience reaching an end, but didn't give up. I wanted a picture, and I will get one.

 

I ended up drawing the waves, but it still didn't feel like the one to draw. Suddenly, I felt my stomach growl. It was a low sound at first, then it became loud. Looking around, I made sure no one heard. It's really embarrassing.

 

Gathering my things, I headed back to the street, but not before I asked someone where the best place for breakfast was. "Eleventh street Diner, on Washington Avenue," she said, her blue eyes looking annoyed that I stopped her from reaching her destination, her blond hair waved in her face, "it's the best around.”

 

“Thanks.” So I took her word for it, and others, and walked towards Washington Avenue. I marveled at the buildings around me as I walked. Tall hotels stood on either side of me, making me feel tiny. The street was so crowded that I felt like I was back in New York, and people came and went in cars or buses. Some hotels blocked the sun rays from burning my skin, and I heard myself sigh in relief: I didn’t need to get burnt.

 

The Diner wasn’t hard to miss, it had a blue light along the top, and windows going around with signs on the inside, and the sign that said 11th Street Diner was a dead give away. When I opened the door the bell made a bing sound. People sat around the bar stools and booths talking, while workers worked hard on getting orders. The diner had an almost old fashion feel to it. I took a two seater to myself, and placed my paper and pencil on the table. I was bummed out that I didn’t get a good drawing. I stared at the waves I drew, not even noticing the man standing over top me.

 

“Beautiful drawing, you do it yourself?” he asked. I snapped my head up and covered the piece of paper quickly, to see a beautiful man in front of me. I looked into his grassy green eyes and suddenly found myself lost within them, so lost that I think my mouth hung open. I noticed his pink lips moving, but they seemed to be saying nothing at all. I watched at he flipped his golden shaggy hair from his face, mesmerized at how handsome he was. “Ma’am, you okay?” I then heard him ask, waving a large hand in front of my face.

 

I shook myself mentally, cursing for embarrassing myself. I looked away and wiped at my mouth, making sure no drool was actually on it. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I drew it.” I slowly pulled my hand from the paper to let him look at it.

 

Thoughts ran thorough my mind: What if he hated it? Said it was ugly? What if he did like it? What's his name? The last question had nothing to do with the drawing, but it still lingered in my mind.

 

“Wow,” he said, and I felt butterflies flap in my stomach, “it’s amazing.” His deep voice had me hang on to every word he spoke, and I found myself staring at his lips. Luckily, he wasn’t looking at me then. He picked my book up and placed a menu on the table as he flipped the pages.

 

Again, I cleared my throat. “Thanks.” He seemed engrossed in the picture, so I took a look at the menu and found what I wanted almost immediately.

 

His lips tilted up in a crooked smile, directed at me, and I felt myself blush as another butterfly flapped its wings. “Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked as he set the picture in front of me. Looking down he noticed the menu in my hands. "I can also take your order if you're ready..."

 

“Um, can I have milk with eggs and bacon?” I asked politely, forcing myself to look into his eyes that looked like fresh grass. More butterflies flapped around in my stomach.

“Of course,” he said as he wrote it down on his paper, tongue sticking out a tiny bit in concentration, then he flipped it shut, “shouldn’t be long.” With that, he turned and walked away. I watched him depart into the kitchen, and I found myself staring at the door he just went through.

 

I don’t know what just happened, all I know is that if Jake found out, I’d be dead.

 

But I let myself think back to the waiters lips and eyes, his medium-high cheek bones, and shaggy hair. Everything about him sent butterflies in my stomach, waves through my body, and made me feel good.

 

When someone else delivered my food, I felt a bit of disappointment, no, more than a bit. But I smiled my thanks and started to eat. But the whole time I ate, the waiter kept entering my mind.

Author's Note

Next chapter! I have the first eight chapters already written :) I better get started on the 9th :) Hope you guys enjoy! :)

Reviews

[Karli]

You've got me so hooked on this. I usually hate reading books on here because they make no sense, they're too long, or they don't ever end. So, congratulations:) I actually LOVE this book and I'm really excited to keep reading! I want to read more so badly. So, keep writing!!!:)

[Lindsey]

This is a really good story!!

[hannajade]

I liked it!
heres a suggetion though, ussually the waiter gives you the menu and then asks you what you want to drink first, so if you want to keep it realistic you'd might change it so it was like that,
this is getting interesting!!

[Steph's_romantic_myster..]

This is really a riveting story.... I don't normally sit and read whole chapters, but I am awsomely glued to this,,, You definately need to get it published... This book grabs you and wont let go..... I cant wait for the rest..... Awsome, just awsome.....

[Midnight_Mystery]

for the record: i hate jake :) now besides that,this story just keeps dragging me in and keeps me wanting more. great story!

[Daydreamer54]

Hope she meets him again!
red lips-idk , but red lips o a guy kinda sounds feminine to me like it's lipstick. Mayebe just say pink lips???
Can't wait for the next chapter! :)