Monday, August 30, 2010
6:30 PM An hour and a half separating me from my weekend. Friday nights are usually pretty slow after 6:00. I was hoping tonight was no exception. Maybe Harold would close up shop early like he does some times when it's slow...I think he's just as anxious as I am to get the weekend going. Not much time had lapsed when I heard the familiar "RING" of the bells above the glass entry doors. I heard some boyish banter and laughing. When I rounded the corner I was relieved to see it was only my younger brother and some of his friends coming for what was undoubtedly, their usual Friday night fair, frozen pizzas and soda. But what happened next was not what I expected. When my boyfriend walked through the doors and our eyes met, I know mine sparkled with excitement as my breath caught in my lungs and I smiled as brightly as I could. But he didn't return the sentiment...no...indeed he did not. Instead his smile quickly turned to a look of anger and his eyes were transfixed on my now confused face. I suddenly had this pang of fear and doubt run through my body...as he approached, my heart rate picked up; not like it normally does; when my body is all "aflutter" with my tragic love for him. This time, it was strictly out of FEAR. When we were finally face to face, and the other boys were out of ear shot, he said to me in a hushed tone, "you look very pretty tonight...is that a new shirt?" Unclear of his intentions, I meekly whispered, "yes." He took a deep breath, looked around once more and then with all the restraint he had in his body he whispered angrily, "DON'T. EVER. WEAR. IT. AGAIN." I, of course, didn't know how to respond to this. I could feel my whole body go weak, and I swallowed hard. Just then, the other boys and my brother came wheeling around the corner laughing and joking around as usual. I shook off what had just transpired to the best of my ability, and plastered a fake smile on my face, while holding back the inevitable flood of tears that otherwise would have occurred. I took in the natural "ribbing" from the guys, and 'he' acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary. As the boys left, he threw a frightening glance over his shoulder, just as he disappeared through the doors... That, was the beginning of the end.