Rainbow's Pass (ch.3)

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Posted by TheUnwrittenChapter in Short Stories > Series/Ongoing on November 21, 2009  |  0 Comments More from this author  |

“Don’t want to do what…….”

“It’s just that….. Isaac needs a father…. And he’s offering us everything…..”

And there it was, like an eighteen wheeler that just slammed into her car of emotions, the words hit her hard enough to take the breath out of her. She felt as though the life was being chocked out of her, she started to have trouble breathing…. This isn’t happening she thought… this is another one of her games…..

“And I didn’t think I could feel this way, I can’t explain it, I wish I could….but I can’t help it…”

Angela’s knees buckled as she fell to the edge of the bed. She stared at the ground, inside hyperventilating, gasping for air, and although this is what she saw herself doing, on the outside, her body was too much in shock to do any of it. All she could do was sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the ground. Not even tears could form. She knew this was coming….all the late nights, his charm, the new church, the bible study,…… he got to her, he got in her head, …… he changed her mind…… he stole her away….. He won. Damn Bastard won…..

“And I promise you didn’t do anything wrong it’s just ….” Jenna’s words got lost in Angela’s thoughts. She couldn’t help but blame herself. I let this happen, she thought. I did do something wrong. I couldn’t keep her. I knew I couldn’t. Serves me right, after what I did to him in my past……he took her right from underneath me and I let it happen. He swept her off her feet. I wasn’t good enough to keep her, I let my work keep me instead…I wasn’t there for her, I did give her what she wanted or needed, I didn’t give her me…..

“Angela! Are you listening to me?” For the first time in a few minutes, Angela looked up to see Jenna sitting next her on the bed. She moved from the doorway, leaving behind a steady trail of tears, whether sincere or not Angela didn’t care. Not now, her head was spinning with too many thoughts.

“How long?”

“About two months…” Two month Angela though to herself. She left for a business trip two months ago when she should have stayed for their anniversary, Isaac’s soccer championships, and her best friend’s grandmother’s funeral.

“Just give me a few days and we’ll be out of here, I’ll change everything and you won’t have to speak to me again.”

“You’re taking Isaac away from me…”

“If you want, you can see him…. We can still be friends.” Angela hung her head down and finally allowed herself to cry. The thought of losing Isaac, the son she had grown to love for the past three years, was the breaking point.

“I just can’t do this anymore… this lifestyle… I have to think about Isaac, and thinking about the way we were raised…..” Angela didn’t move. She stared, intensely at some imaginary spot on the floor. “This isn’t the life God has for either of us, and I know if you really look in your heart, if you really pray about it, you’ll see that he has someone wonderful for you too, just don’t give up.”.

“I did pray” Angela finally spoke up. “I prayed for you….. He answered my prayers by sending you…… you… and Isaac….. and now you are taking his blessing away from me.”

“Angela,” Jenna began sympathetically “don’t you want to be in a relationship where you wake up everyday spiritually in a sound mind and happy? Don’t you want to wake up next to the person who completes you in all aspects, someone your spirit doesn’t struggle against everyday? Don’t you want to be in a loving relationship that you don’t have to ask for forgiveness everyday of your life because of who you chose?

“I WAS……… and now she’s leaving me because some religious bigot got into her head.” Jenna was taken aback from the assertiveness in Angela’s voice. They both sat their in silence until Angela finally collected enough strengthen to speak…

“You don’t have to leave…. I can have my things out…. I don’t want to stay in this apartment anyway…”

“Isaac and I are moving in with him….” Angela’s eyes pounded with pain. The tears were like barriers, preventing her from seeing straight….

“One more thing….” Angela began as she stumbled up from the bed. Knees extremely weak, it took a miracle to make her stay up. The pit of her stomach ached, an overpowering wave of nausea swept over her, but she kept it somewhat together…

“Do you love him…..? Are you sure…….”

“Angela……… I … I…..”

“Never mind…… that’s all I needed to know…….” And with that Angela forced herself out the door, back into the car, where she sat there and finally unleashed the rage of hurt and pain that she kept inside from the grueling half hour of the painful process. As she poured her eyes and heart out in the car, she paused every few seconds, hoping that the one woman she ever loved would come running out to her, - kept praying it was just a joke, that this wasn’t real. She kept hoping that any moment, she would run out the door and say that she was sorry, that she didn’t know what came over her, and that she couldn’t live without her and that she wasn’t going anywhere….. but instead, all she got was the kitchen light being turned off, and the porch light being turned off right after. She sat out there for a few more minutes….. Nothing….. Just like that… with two clicks, the life she had built and grown to love was gone. And she couldn’t bring herself to fight.