this in the car. Can you excuse me for one minute?”
Unlocking the screen, I swipe to my messages.
Etty: Hey, can we meet at the diner for lunch?
My heart sinks to my feet; I can only hope she’s come to her senses and regrets pushing me away again. With hope bursting through the seams, I quickly reply back.
Christian: Yeah, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.
My gaze shifts from my phone to Dr. Jonestown, the look on his face is filled with curiosity.
“Is everything okay?”
“Um, I’m not sure, but I have to go,” I say, standing from the chair and moving toward the door.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asks, moving to stand in front of his chair.
Nodding my head, I look him directly in the eyes.
“It may not be the best, but I won’t know ‘til I take the chance. I can’t let this slip through my fingers again. I’ll call and reschedule as soon as I can.”
“I’m only a phone call away, Christian, remember that.”
“Yeah, I know, thank you,” I say as I pull open the door and walk out into the hallway.
Rushing my way through the building, I slam open the glass entryway doors and run to my car. Sliding in the driver’s side, I start up the car and pull out of the parking lot. My thoughts seem jumbled in my mind when it comes to Etty.
I haven’t a clue what she’s thinking, what she’s been doing, or what she’s about to say to me when I see her. I just saw her less than twenty-four hours ago, yet I’m full of anxiety to be with her again.
A lump of fear has sat in my stomach ever since she said goodbye to me last night. I don’t want to go down a path of negativity, but I can’t help but feel like something bad is going to happen.
Pulling into the diner, I see her car parked off to the side. Now that I know she’s already here, I make my way in through the front door.
As I look around, I see her sitting in a back booth. She waves her hand, gesturing for me to come back to her. Our eyes stay locked on one another as I walk in her direction.
“Hey, Etty, I was beginning to get worried.”
“I know and I’m sorry. I was a little bit occupied and didn’t check my phone until right before I texted you back.”
Sitting down across from her, I look at her expression. She seems to be upset, stressed, and a bit anxious. I extend my hands to her, but rather than grabbing for them, she slides her own under the table.
My stomach becomes queasy and I know that this visit is not going to go well.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted us to meet here so we could talk. I need to tell you something.”
“Etty, what is it? You’re starting to freak me out. This isn’t like you.”
Releasing a heavy sigh, she sits up straight in the booth.
“You know I’d never want to hurt you, right?”
“Yeah,” I reply, feeling like I’m about to be sick.
“I had a chance to sit and talk some things through with Dault last night and…”
No fucking way, I knew it!
I can’t hear this; she’s not doing this to me. I stop her mid-sentence by raising my hand in the air, motioning for her to stop talking.
“Don’t say another word. I can’t believe this is happening.”
I push myself back against the cushion of the booth and run my fingers through my shaggy brown hair. Shaking my head, I look up at the ceiling, down at the table, and then meet her eyes. I want to scream, cry, and beg her to think twice, but I can’t.
“I should’ve known this would happen. It was just a matter of time before he got to you.”
“Christian, it’s not like that. Dault and I have known one another since I got here; it’s not like he came out of nowhere.”
“No, Etty, he didn’t come out of nowhere. He’s treated you like shit from the start, and now…now that he sees you’re happy with me, he wants you all for himself.”
“That’s not fair,” she cries.
“ None of this is fair, Etty. I’ve been by your side since you were brought into the ER
Unlocking the screen, I swipe to my messages.
Etty: Hey, can we meet at the diner for lunch?
My heart sinks to my feet; I can only hope she’s come to her senses and regrets pushing me away again. With hope bursting through the seams, I quickly reply back.
Christian: Yeah, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.
My gaze shifts from my phone to Dr. Jonestown, the look on his face is filled with curiosity.
“Is everything okay?”
“Um, I’m not sure, but I have to go,” I say, standing from the chair and moving toward the door.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asks, moving to stand in front of his chair.
Nodding my head, I look him directly in the eyes.
“It may not be the best, but I won’t know ‘til I take the chance. I can’t let this slip through my fingers again. I’ll call and reschedule as soon as I can.”
“I’m only a phone call away, Christian, remember that.”
“Yeah, I know, thank you,” I say as I pull open the door and walk out into the hallway.
Rushing my way through the building, I slam open the glass entryway doors and run to my car. Sliding in the driver’s side, I start up the car and pull out of the parking lot. My thoughts seem jumbled in my mind when it comes to Etty.
I haven’t a clue what she’s thinking, what she’s been doing, or what she’s about to say to me when I see her. I just saw her less than twenty-four hours ago, yet I’m full of anxiety to be with her again.
A lump of fear has sat in my stomach ever since she said goodbye to me last night. I don’t want to go down a path of negativity, but I can’t help but feel like something bad is going to happen.
Pulling into the diner, I see her car parked off to the side. Now that I know she’s already here, I make my way in through the front door.
As I look around, I see her sitting in a back booth. She waves her hand, gesturing for me to come back to her. Our eyes stay locked on one another as I walk in her direction.
“Hey, Etty, I was beginning to get worried.”
“I know and I’m sorry. I was a little bit occupied and didn’t check my phone until right before I texted you back.”
Sitting down across from her, I look at her expression. She seems to be upset, stressed, and a bit anxious. I extend my hands to her, but rather than grabbing for them, she slides her own under the table.
My stomach becomes queasy and I know that this visit is not going to go well.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted us to meet here so we could talk. I need to tell you something.”
“Etty, what is it? You’re starting to freak me out. This isn’t like you.”
Releasing a heavy sigh, she sits up straight in the booth.
“You know I’d never want to hurt you, right?”
“Yeah,” I reply, feeling like I’m about to be sick.
“I had a chance to sit and talk some things through with Dault last night and…”
No fucking way, I knew it!
I can’t hear this; she’s not doing this to me. I stop her mid-sentence by raising my hand in the air, motioning for her to stop talking.
“Don’t say another word. I can’t believe this is happening.”
I push myself back against the cushion of the booth and run my fingers through my shaggy brown hair. Shaking my head, I look up at the ceiling, down at the table, and then meet her eyes. I want to scream, cry, and beg her to think twice, but I can’t.
“I should’ve known this would happen. It was just a matter of time before he got to you.”
“Christian, it’s not like that. Dault and I have known one another since I got here; it’s not like he came out of nowhere.”
“No, Etty, he didn’t come out of nowhere. He’s treated you like shit from the start, and now…now that he sees you’re happy with me, he wants you all for himself.”
“That’s not fair,” she cries.
“ None of this is fair, Etty. I’ve been by your side since you were brought into the ER
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