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author - me! Elizabeth Logue
i'm not even sure if i'm allowed to do this... but these are the only things i have left to show off my work...
The bright red glow that lay behind her eyelids was giving her a headache. She sat up slowly and opened her eyes. Squinting, she looked out over the ocean, smoothing out sand with her hands on each side of her. She looked down at her cell phone and saw it was near 3:00pm.
“Mel!” she heard someone call her name from behind her. She twisted around and sat cross legged on her beach towel.
Her best friend, Kelly, was jogging towards her and plopped down in the sand just across from her. Her smile was innocent in front of her perfect teeth. She had strawberry blond hair that fell just over her shoulders and side bangs that made her seem mysterious. She was very skinny and pale. Mel sometimes envied her for her natural beauty.
“Seth and Roy are complaining about the heat and want to leave soon. Are you okay?” Kelly asked suddenly looking concerned. Mel raised her eyebrow at her. “Well, its just you’ve practically spent all day by yourself. I just…wasn’t sure if…”
Mel smiled, “No, I’m perfectly okay. And we can leave whenever you guys want. I think I’m getting a headache as it is. Too much sun and all that.” Mel slipped on her flip-flops and stood up with Kelly.
“I’ll run and get the guys and meet you at the car then.” Kelly smiled.
“Sure.” Mel said and watched Kelly turn around and jog back up the sandy hill. In the distance she saw Seth and Roy kicking sand at each other. Kelly wrapped her arm around Seth once she caught up with them.
Mel turned around and gathered up all her things and put her sunglasses on. She stood for a moment and looked out over the ocean. Her long dark brown hair blew in her face from the wind.
Roy came up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She spun around quickly and hit his shoulder hard.
“Ow! Mel! What’s wrong?” he yelped.
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry!” She said apologizing. “You just scared me is all. I must have zoned out or something.”
He rubbed his arm and smiled, “It’s alright. Are you ready to go?”
She nodded her head and followed him to the car. They put their things in the trunk and began to set out for home.
They dropped Mel off at home first, waving and honking goodbye and they drove down the street.
She stood in front of her driveway and watched as the red tail lights got smaller and smaller until she heard her step-fathers booming voice.
“Mel, stop standing in the middle of the road and get inside!” her step-father ordered. Mel sighed and slowly climbed the slight incline of her driveway and into her home. Once the screen door shut behind her, she had wished she stayed longer at the beach, at least until sunset.
She inhaled deeply smelling something fried that her mother had made earlier that day for lunch and a strong smell of cigar’s and beer. She walked into the living room where it was dark and smoky. The blinds were pulled down shut and the only light was the TV and what little sunshine could squeeze through the blinds.
“How was the beach, sweetie?” her mother asked sweetly as she sat curled up on the sofa.
“Bright.” She answered. She glanced over to her right and saw her step father chugging another can of beer and tossing it into the trash can he set-up beside his chair.
“Melissa, get me another.” He ordered not looking away from the TV.
Mel glanced at her mother and saw her roll her eyes at him and then look at the TV. Mel sighed and turned around to go into the kitchen. She hadn’t even set down her beach bag or towel off her shoulder yet when she opened the fridge to grab a beer. She walked into the living room and handed it to her step dad.
She waited a few extra seconds before walking away for a ‘thank you’ but received nothing. She turned around and went upstairs to her bedroom. The upstairs seems to be the only thing that stayed the way it was before him. It smelled the same, looked the same, the same window that was at the end of the hall still let sunshine in. The carpet was still a mix of light blue and gray with no beer stains on it. The two bedrooms that were up here were still the same. What with her mom’s bedroom being downstairs in the back of the house, he had no reason to come upstairs.
As Mel tossed her dirty laundry into her bathroom floor, she heard conversation from the vents.
“When is dinner gonna be ready?” he asked.
“Richard, it’s only 4:30.” Her mother said.
“That’s not what I asked, woman!”
She heard her mother sigh and the squeak of the sofa as she stood up from it.
“Around 5:30” She said. Her mother’s voice seemed farther away, she must have moved to the kitchen.
“In an hour?” Richard whined.
“Would you like me to get carry out?” She heard her mother suggest.
Mel groaned and plopped down on her bed. She turned on her stereo and put her headphones on over her ears. She closed her eyes and drowned out the sounds of her mother and Richard arguing. Within minutes she was asleep.
She woke up early the next morning to her telephone ringing. Mel slowly opened her eyes and felt her headphones near the top of her head. She took them off and placed them on her bedside table and answered the phone. “Hi.” She said sleepily trying to sit up.
“Uh, hey. It’s Roy.” He said on the other line.
She sat up quickly and rubbed her eyes. “Roy, hi.” She said and shook her head, rolling her eyes at herself.
“Yeah, you said that. Look, I’m sorry for calling so early—“
“No! No, it’s perfectly okay. It’s not that early.” Mel glanced over at her alarm clock and saw it was almost 5am. “Well, maybe.”
“Melly, I couldn’t sleep.”
Mel leaned back against her pillow and closed her eyes. “Why is that?” she had a small smile on her face.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And yesterday. And the week before.”
She sat up and was now very alert. “What are you trying to say?” her heart began to beat faster and excitement began to run throughout her entire body.
“Yesterday, at the beach, Kelly was pretty worried about you and kept bring it up every few minutes… I couldn’t stop staring at you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“I was just tired.” Mel said trying to explain herself for being so introverted and anti-social the day before. “I mean, I’m not saying I wasn’t…thinking about you too.”
Mel couldn’t take it. Was Roy trying to say what she thought he was trying to say? “Well that’s a given.”
Mel’s nose scrunched up, “What?” she asked. What did he mean by that?
“Oh, I just mean, it’s just expected you would still be thinking of us after two weeks. Being as I broke up with you.”
Mel twisted her finger around the phonecord. “Do you have to do that?” she asked quietly.
“Remind me of obvious things. Such as, you breaking up with me.”
“Well, I’m sorry. But you need to get over the idea that we are ever going to get back together.”
There it is, she thought. My worst nightmare come true.
“I never once said that I—“
“You don’t have to. It’s obvious that—“
“Stop that! Why are you calling me?”
“I wanted to apologize for whatever was bothering you yesterday because I know it was about me. And I wanted to tell you that I don’t think we should see each anymore. At all.”
“Now you don’t even want to be friends?” Mel could feel her throat tighten.
“I would like more than anything to be friends, Melissa. But I hate having to hide everywhere I go with you. Especially in front of our friends.”
“We did it for the past two years, hiding and sneaking around. I don’t see what the difference is now.” Mel was now sobbing. She grabbed the box of tissues beside her bed and pulled one after another out patting her face and nose.
“Mel… I can’t do this. I can’t watch you sulk around town and feel all this guilt—“
“Guilt? That’s all you feel?” Mel stared out onto her balcony and watched as the sun came up through the trees.
There was silence on both ends of the phone for sometime. Mel glanced at the alarm clock once more and sighed. Almost 5:30am, she would have to be getting ready for work soon.
Roy still wasn’t saying anything. Why is he wasting my time? Why are we still even on the phone? Is he trying to make me understand his side of all this? This is ridiculous. I have so many better things to do.
She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. “Good-bye, Roy.” And slowly put the phone back on the receiver.
She sat there moment staring at the still phone until her alarm clock went off,
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