Deadly
Games
~Chapter
Eleven~
It
was lunch time, and David had insisted on taking me to get
something with him. We walked through the door of the small
café, David’s hand still in mine. He hadn’t
let go of it since he found out.
We found a small table in the corner and he quickly pulled my chair out for me. I settled in, smiling quietly at him. He sat down across from me and looked at me, his face serious.
“What?” I asked, with a small laugh.
“Where else did he hit you,” he demanded, his tone so solemn, it frightened me.
I looked down at my chipped fingernail polish. “Oh, uh.”
“Della. Answer me.” He pulled my hands towards him.
I looked out the window next to us. The snow had stopped but the dark clouds that had been covering the town for a couple weeks remained. We hadn’t seen sunlight since the day I met Trey.
“Helloooooo lovelies!” A peppy waitress came bouncing up to us, a notepad in her perfectly manicured hands. Her hair was long and dark, her eyes bright blue. She was probably one of the prettiest people I had ever met. “What can I get you both today?”
David ordered a hamburger and I ordered chicken noodle soup, my absolute favorite.
No matter what kind of day I was having, chicken noodle soup always makes me feel better.
The waitress smiled at us both, her teeth perfect and white, and turned to walk away, her hair flipping as she went.
Once we were alone, David’s face returned to being thoughtful.
I refused to answer. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust David, because I certainly did. I did with all my heart. I had never felt such a connection to David.
Except, of course, with Trey.
The similarities of feelings terrified me.
We were both quiet until the waitress broke the smile with another peppy hello.
“Here’s your hamburger,” she said as she laid the plate in front of David. “And for the lovely lady,” she smiled as she reached over to give me my bowl. As she reached, her sleeve slid up, revealing a glimpse of a beautiful wrist, littered with gruesome slashes. I looked up at her flawless face, eyes wide.
She looked down at me as I stared again at her wrist. She quickly tugged down her sleeve to conceal her scars once again. I watched her face change from glee to sorrow as I’m sure she began to remember the reasons why she cut in the first place.
Her eyes filled with tears as she stared into mine.
“Thanks,” David said, pouring ketchup onto his burger, completely oblivious to the exchange between this unnamed waitress and I.
She quickly blinked back the tears and the smile returned to her face, once again masking her true feelings. “No problem! Let me know if you need anything else!”
She gave me one last fleeting look, an understanding that neither of us would speak of what just happened, and she walked back to the kitchen.
I sat for a moment, feeling dejected, all signs of hunger disappearing. David had finished his entire burger before I had even begun my soup.
He was about to pick up a stray fry when he suddenly turned to the window. “Ohmygod,” he muttered, pushing his chair back and springing up from his seat.
I watched in surprise as David ran out the door. I quickly pulled out a twenty and left it on the table, not wanting to leave the waitress with nothing.
I followed him out the door and looked down the street. There, standing in the middle of the road, David had his arms outstretched to the sky, his face up to the sky, as the sun beat down on him.
It was like a moment in those cheesy movies when the girl finally realizes exactly what she’s been looking for has been there the whole time, and the sun shines directly on that person to point it out to her.
He looked back down at me, a smile plastered to his face, his arm motioning for me to join him.
I smiled, soaking in a mixture of the sun’s warmth and David’s joy, and jogged over to him.
He immediately wrapped his arms around me, lifting me above the ground.
I looked down at his bright green eyes, and felt peace. Like every bruise on my body had healed.
Slowly, carefully, David leaned in.
It was my first kiss that I had ever had that I was smiling.
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We found a small table in the corner and he quickly pulled my chair out for me. I settled in, smiling quietly at him. He sat down across from me and looked at me, his face serious.
“What?” I asked, with a small laugh.
“Where else did he hit you,” he demanded, his tone so solemn, it frightened me.
I looked down at my chipped fingernail polish. “Oh, uh.”
“Della. Answer me.” He pulled my hands towards him.
I looked out the window next to us. The snow had stopped but the dark clouds that had been covering the town for a couple weeks remained. We hadn’t seen sunlight since the day I met Trey.
“Helloooooo lovelies!” A peppy waitress came bouncing up to us, a notepad in her perfectly manicured hands. Her hair was long and dark, her eyes bright blue. She was probably one of the prettiest people I had ever met. “What can I get you both today?”
David ordered a hamburger and I ordered chicken noodle soup, my absolute favorite.
No matter what kind of day I was having, chicken noodle soup always makes me feel better.
The waitress smiled at us both, her teeth perfect and white, and turned to walk away, her hair flipping as she went.
Once we were alone, David’s face returned to being thoughtful.
I refused to answer. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust David, because I certainly did. I did with all my heart. I had never felt such a connection to David.
Except, of course, with Trey.
The similarities of feelings terrified me.
We were both quiet until the waitress broke the smile with another peppy hello.
“Here’s your hamburger,” she said as she laid the plate in front of David. “And for the lovely lady,” she smiled as she reached over to give me my bowl. As she reached, her sleeve slid up, revealing a glimpse of a beautiful wrist, littered with gruesome slashes. I looked up at her flawless face, eyes wide.
She looked down at me as I stared again at her wrist. She quickly tugged down her sleeve to conceal her scars once again. I watched her face change from glee to sorrow as I’m sure she began to remember the reasons why she cut in the first place.
Her eyes filled with tears as she stared into mine.
“Thanks,” David said, pouring ketchup onto his burger, completely oblivious to the exchange between this unnamed waitress and I.
She quickly blinked back the tears and the smile returned to her face, once again masking her true feelings. “No problem! Let me know if you need anything else!”
She gave me one last fleeting look, an understanding that neither of us would speak of what just happened, and she walked back to the kitchen.
I sat for a moment, feeling dejected, all signs of hunger disappearing. David had finished his entire burger before I had even begun my soup.
He was about to pick up a stray fry when he suddenly turned to the window. “Ohmygod,” he muttered, pushing his chair back and springing up from his seat.
I watched in surprise as David ran out the door. I quickly pulled out a twenty and left it on the table, not wanting to leave the waitress with nothing.
I followed him out the door and looked down the street. There, standing in the middle of the road, David had his arms outstretched to the sky, his face up to the sky, as the sun beat down on him.
It was like a moment in those cheesy movies when the girl finally realizes exactly what she’s been looking for has been there the whole time, and the sun shines directly on that person to point it out to her.
He looked back down at me, a smile plastered to his face, his arm motioning for me to join him.
I smiled, soaking in a mixture of the sun’s warmth and David’s joy, and jogged over to him.
He immediately wrapped his arms around me, lifting me above the ground.
I looked down at his bright green eyes, and felt peace. Like every bruise on my body had healed.
Slowly, carefully, David leaned in.
It was my first kiss that I had ever had that I was smiling.
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What are you talking about you never have chipped nails. You only paint them 3 times a day.