Part 55

Part 55

I sat on the edge of the bed stunned; I mean it's nice of her to say but, I just wasn't ready for that. It didn't take me long to disregard her compliment, I needed to find a place to call home, and nothing else matters at this point. No sooner than the door close, the phone rings. All I could think is that I didn't need any more problems.

"Hello."

"Hello, this is Elijah from the electronic store."

"How did you know the hotel I was at and room number?"

"I didn’t see you getting in a car and assumed you walked. I checked all of the hotels in the area and this is the only one that was in somewhat of a walking distance, so I looked up the number, and called. When I got someone on the phone, I described you, and the lady patched me through. Listen, I apologize for the intrusion, but overheard you telling the gentleman at the cell phone kiosk you were living town in a few days but, umm."

"But what Mr. Elijah?"

"I would regret if I didn't at least attempt to try to contact you."

"For what?"

"Look, I noticed you when you walked in, your smile was something I've never seen before on a black woman, and I was hoping I could take you out to dinner before you go. I would've called your cell phone but the guy wasn't trying to give me your phone number. I offered him everything I could afford, but he wouldn't budge."

"Mr. Elijah, I just got out of a relationship,  and I don't feel now is the time to start anything in a town I don't plan to stay in, but I thank you for your call. That was sweet of you."

"I'm a sweet guy, to the right woman."

"Good bye Mr. Elijah."

"No! Wait! I know it sounds creepy, I know, and this is something I've never done before. All I'm asking for is a little conversation and dinner. No strings, maybe some laughs over good food. I not ashamed to beg."

I sat on the phone thinking for a few seconds, but decided hanging up made more sense. I pulled my laptop up and started my research in the Southern States first. Going up north was out of the question, and staying here wasn't going to happen. I needed my own independence and to get away from this man I'm deeply in love with. I found a few places in the Carolinas that have a little space between each house, not in the City, but a few bus rides away. Then a few houses for New Orleans came up, my heart sunk like the Titanic. I don’t know what came over me, I started crying like a new born baby. I tried smiling but it didn’t last; my laughter has left me, and I’m only hoping it’s not for long. I pulled myself together as much as I could, went into the bathroom, and ran me a bath.

The entire time I soaked, all I did was cry. It felt like my heart was being ripped out, like someone was squeezing my lungs, and everything inside of me was wrong. I tried to tell myself that I was better than him, that I deserved more, but at this moment all I wanted was him. I needed him to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay, that he'll make it all up to me, and be a better man. Laying in the bathtub hurt; everything that I had in my mind earlier just didn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if I don’t have it with him. The sound of the phone ringing breaks my thought of finding him and telling him that I'll love him no matter what, as long as he stays with me.