Part 58

Part 58

We got onto the motorcycle and the vibration alone gave me life. Holding onto him wasn’t going to be a problem, at all. I needed something to hold onto if I can’t calm myself.

“Elijah? Will the vibration stop?”

“No, does it bother you?”

I giggled hoping he wouldn’t hear me.

“Oh, yeah. Maybe we should do something else in the area where we can walk too. If that’s going to happen, I want to be the one that gives it to you, not this damn bike.”

“You’re jealous over a bike?”

“No, but like I said the first time we talked on the phone. I want to get to know you, not just your smile but you. I know, I know, you’re not ready for a relationship right now, I respect that. I don’t like it, but I respect it. So if this bike is pleasing you I'd rather walk. ” Elijah turns the bike off.

"You are jealous that the bike will beat you to your objective."

"No, the bike can only give you a temporary thrill, I can give you something that'll last a lifetime."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm assuming you've heard that before, but understand this; your little boyfriend in there  can't hold a candle to this man out here." He said pointing at himself.

He takes off my helmet, extends his arm for me to latch on. Personally, I'm looking for the temporary thrill, the hell with everything else. He treks me that there's an Italian restaurant a few blocks away but he can always get us a taxi to go to the place he had in mind. I told him whatever he likes. We went back into the hotel and he asked the concierge to call a taxi for us. He escorted me to the opposite sofa that King was sitting on and sat next to me. Elijah made it his mission to get all of my attention and to be honest, he didn't have to try too hard. His hand touching my leg from time to time, he tells me joke after joke. Then asked me about myself.

"Her father raped her, her mother tortured her, she was kidnapped, drugged, forced into prostitution, and no matter what you dark black ass do or say; she'll always love me." King said with hate in his face and voice.

Sitting there embarrassed, I looked at King with a smile. I couldn't say anything because he's not lying, but I sure as hell didn't plan to share any of that. Elijah grabbed my hand as soon as the tears started its own stream.

"A real man wouldn't have done that. Please understand that what happened in your past is just that, in your past. It's only makes a difference if you allow it to make a difference."

"I'm sorry Elijah, I can't." I stood up to walk away.

"You have to eat, please come eat with me."

"I didn't plan on telling you and maybe I'm wrong for that. It's not like.."

Elijah cut me off, "you never have to explain what others did to you to no one. He's a coward and a punk, he can see a real man in front of him and it scares him. He's afraid to lose you, not knowing that as soon as I made you laugh you were already lost, and waiting for the right moment to be loved like you should be. You're already out of love with him, your mind is the only thing holding on. Once you release that, you'll release him."