On a Saturday morning two weeks after Simon leaves me fighting tears–unsuccessfully–outside the departure area, I’m sitting at the kitchen island, on a video call with Nicki.“What’s that on your neck?” she asks, making a gesture towards her own neck.I reach for my neck and raise my brow. “Like what?”“Like a hickey.” Nicki’s eyebrows pull together as she moves closer. “Wait…actually that looks more like a bite mark.” She sits back and wiggles her brow at me. “I suppose you are not taking it slow this time, uh?”I shake my head and wiggle a finger in the air. “Let’s not get sidetracked.”“Seriously, we need to get together ASAP! It’s been so long since we gossiped,” she whines.“We don’t gossip,” I say, popping a piece of apple into my mouth. She’s right, we need to get together. I didn’t get to hang out with her over the holidays because she went on a cruise with her boyfriend. And now, she’s busy with art school some six hours away.Nicki cocks her head, and her face is one big ‘s
“Cole’s back.”Those are the first words I say when I wake up the next morning. “Yeah, I figured that out from all the photos you sent me yesterday of you guys eating burgers, feeding ducks at the park, and riding roller coasters,” Jude says from right beside me, his voice groggy with sleep. “Did you enjoy the date?”Jude’s right, we did all that. We spent the entire afternoon yesterday as if we were making up for lost time–which we were. After stuffing ourselves with burgers, we went to the park where we sat and talked for hours and fed the said ducks. Then we went to an amusement park and went on several rides.Nobody would probably guess that’s how Cole chose to spend his first day out of prison. He’s more likely to go to a club, get piss drunk, and pick up girls. I’m pretty sure he’s working up to that.But yesterday, he was the Cole I got to know when I was eighteen after Jude left. He was the guy who did all sorts of things he normally wouldn’t just to bring a smile to my face
My phone rings a few minutes later and I grab it quickly. It’s a strange number calling. I don’t waste time wondering who it could be before receiving it. “Hello?” “Hey, you need to come get your friend,” the person on the other side, a man, says.I get off the couch, frowning at the same time my pulse doubles. Is it Cole? Is it Jude? “My friend?”His voice becomes detached as he asks, “Hey, what’s your name?” A few seconds later, he says, “Name’s Cole. He’s outside Club Twenty on 7th Street.”He hangs up before I can ask any more questions. Not that there’s any need for that. Cole is outside Club Twenty on 7th Street, and I have to go get him.I hail a taxi and then rush into the bedroom to get dressed. I try to call Jude again, but his phone is still off. If he’s not with Cole, where is he?I head downstairs and wait in the lobby until my taxi arrives. The ride to the club takes twenty minutes, which seem like hours. Fortunately, the roads are clear at this hour, so there’s no del
Cole’s still asleep when I leave for work at around ten. I leave a note on the bedside cabin letting him know I’ll be back before one. I’m crossing my fingers that he won’t be gone when I get back. Given his state last night, he might end up sleeping through the entire morning. After my session with Brent, I head straight back home. The house is quiet when I get inside, but I notice Cole’s shoes in the entryway. However, I don’t breathe easy until I peep into the guest room and find him in bed. He’s awake, and his eyes shift to me as I step inside. “Hey,” I greet with a smile. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He clears his throat and tries again. “Hey.” It comes out rough. I can’t help laughing. “You sound like a dying rat.” “...right.” He is saying ‘you are right’, but only the last word comes out loud enough. He rubs his eyes and yawns, then throws his head back into the pillow and groans. “I’m guessing you are not feeling so hot,” I say. The water and the pills I l
Cole’s ‘just something small’ that won’t take long turns into a sleeve tattoo. He’s only getting a section done today, and so far it has taken two hours. That’s not counting the time it took to come up with the design together with the artist. Jude calls a little past eight. He’s gotten back home and is wondering where the hell we are. “Did he sell you to one of his shady contacts?” he asks when I pick up.“We are doing something,” is all I say, not wanting to ruin the surprise. “We’ll get back a bit later.”“What are you doing?”“You’ll see.”I decided to get a tattoo of our initials like Jude’s, and the artist worked on mine first because it was a quick job. “Have you guys had dinner yet?” he asks.“No.”“Is Chinese okay?”“Yeah.”“Alright,” he says. After a short pause, he asks, “You guys are not doing anything illegal, are you?”I chuckle. “Have a little faith in the man, will you?”“What’s he saying?” Cole asks.Jude hears that. “Tell him to mind his own business.”“I miss you
Jude finds us in the hospital. Or me, rather. I'm in the ER waiting room while Cole's inside having his numerous injuries tended to.He rushes over when he spots me. I get up too fast and a sharp pain travels through my abdomen. If he didn't wrap his arms around me at that moment, I would have fallen back into my seat."You are okay. You are okay." He says the words like a chant to reassure himself that I'm indeed okay. But I don't think I am. I mean, I thought I was until I got up a second ago. It must have been the adrenaline masking the pain, because now, I feel like something in my abdomen is broken. Or squashed. Jude pulls back, and without his arms holding me up, I crumple back into the chair like rubber.Panic crisscrosses his face and he reaches for me. "What's wrong?"I place a hand over my stomach and wince. "I don't know."I do, though. He reaches for my blouse and pulls it up a bit. He doesn't like what he sees. He whirls, looking around. "Hey, someone's hurt," he yells
When I wake up in the morning, the bruise on my stomach is a mix of deep purple and black. It’s also a bit painful. I lay in bed for a while, letting everything from last night rush through my head.I look at the empty space next to me. Jude said he had an early morning, so I’m guessing he already left. I didn’t hear him get up, and I always do. It doesn’t matter what time he gets up, but I always end up awake at that time too. It’s like my body has a warning system to make sure I don’t miss him before he goes.I must have really been winded last night to miss him this morning.I drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom. After that, I head to the kitchen in search of caffeine and an ice pack.I stand still in our bedroom’s doorway when I see Jude sitting at the sparsely used dining table, holding a steaming cup in one hand and his phone in the other. He looks up when I show up.“Morning,” he says.I stare at him like he’s an alien invader for a few seconds. I thought he had left.
My day turns out to be nothing like I’d expected. First, Brent Harvey mentions that even though our current contract ends in a weeks’ time, he’d like to keep working with me. Which means, ladies and gentlemen, that I might have just landed myself a very enviable work opportunity. Landing such a huge sports star as my first client as a personal trainer is almost impossible, but it’s happening. The best part is that I can still work for a team or consider becoming a full-time personal trainer because having Brent Harvey on my portfolio is the biggest endorsement I could ever get. Second…I get the news that I have less than twenty four hours to hand in a pending research paper. Which was due for another week but my professor thought it was totally okay to bring the deadline forward by an entire week.So after my session with Brent, I head to the campus. I hole up in the library for the rest of the day, only taking a short thirty minute lunch break. By the time I finish the paper and l