stares at me with a cold yet quizzical expression on his face. The brick wall which had crumbled during our episode together now re-appears. It seems Callum is rebuilding the wall, brick by brick, uttering flatly, “Well, I always know how you feel about things. You either state the obvious or you have no problem showing me.” Callum begins rubbing the side of his face, recalling the sting I left on his cheek after I slapped him.
“I guess that is something we both have in common then,” glaring deeply into his eyes I add, “Your stings hurt just as bad. They just don’t leave a physical mark.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he utters emotionlessly, with an air of conceit.
Shaking my head back and forth in disbelief at the sudden transformation he has undergone, I utter with a thick note of disdain, “Oh, I am sorry. That’s right, I am the idiot here. Why should I be upset at the fact that you kissed me again?” Looking into his eyes with regret, I add, “This time though, I did kiss you back, only to feel like a foolish girl afterwards, falling for your meaningless kiss. As soon as you realized your mistake you became as cold as ice, trying to get out of here as soon as possible.” The recent experience I am still enveloped in causes my emotions to ride on the knife’s edge of self-control and a hormone imbalance. I immediately fall off of the edge, succumbing to an uncontrollable crying fit.
“Breanna, it wasn’t meaningless, I…” he gazes back at me with the same fearful expression now streaming through his face, again. Immediately he stops what he was going to say, uttering firmly, “You don’t bloody understand.”
“You are right, I don’t understand, but you don’t understand my situation either.”
His normal relaxed posture tightens up as if his spine instantly turns to stone, “No one knows your mysterious situation . Breanna, where is your baby’s father? Why are you here in England all alone and not in America with your family? Why…”
“Stop!” I yell as I continue my crying fit, falling deeper into the emotional pit of despair, causing a tremulous wave to roll over me.
The nurse instantly comes over to me, “Are you alright?”
“Yes. Mr. Hughes is just leaving, that is all.” I look up at Callum with tears streaming down my face. Anger flows through me as I realize this beautiful experience has been poisoned by his pride and arrogance. Not wanting to look at him anymore, I stare down at my slightly exposed breasts. Grabbing the blanket I pull it up over me, protecting my body from any more unneeded exposure.
“You want to leave, now?” A bewildered expression flashes across the nurse’s face as she adds, “Don’t you want to hold the baby?”
Though my eyes remain affixed to the blanket over me, I can feel his gaze cutting into me like lasers zeroing in on my thoughts, “No, I think it is best if I go and get some rest. Thank you and take good care of…” He looks down at me then over to Noah, who is now being swaddled in a hospital blanket, “…Noah.”
The hospital door instantly closes, causing a bolt of sorrow to pierce through me with the reverberating sound it makes. The loneliness I have grown accustomed to once again wraps around me like an old wool blanket. The warmth and familiarity I can appreciate, but the uncomfortable itch it leaves on my skin is unbearable. I may put on a tough shroud, but the painful circumstances I have had to endure are taking a toll on me. My tears flow down my cheeks like giant waterfalls. Suddenly the edge of my bed pushes down from the weight of someone sitting on it.
“Would you like to hold your little boy?” a nurse asks. I look up only to discover this is the same nurse who wasn’t going to let Callum in unless I said he was the baby’s father. She is the only one here who knows that Callum is not Noah’s father.
“Yes, please,” I grab hold of Noah, firmly holding him against my chest.
“I guess that is something we both have in common then,” glaring deeply into his eyes I add, “Your stings hurt just as bad. They just don’t leave a physical mark.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he utters emotionlessly, with an air of conceit.
Shaking my head back and forth in disbelief at the sudden transformation he has undergone, I utter with a thick note of disdain, “Oh, I am sorry. That’s right, I am the idiot here. Why should I be upset at the fact that you kissed me again?” Looking into his eyes with regret, I add, “This time though, I did kiss you back, only to feel like a foolish girl afterwards, falling for your meaningless kiss. As soon as you realized your mistake you became as cold as ice, trying to get out of here as soon as possible.” The recent experience I am still enveloped in causes my emotions to ride on the knife’s edge of self-control and a hormone imbalance. I immediately fall off of the edge, succumbing to an uncontrollable crying fit.
“Breanna, it wasn’t meaningless, I…” he gazes back at me with the same fearful expression now streaming through his face, again. Immediately he stops what he was going to say, uttering firmly, “You don’t bloody understand.”
“You are right, I don’t understand, but you don’t understand my situation either.”
His normal relaxed posture tightens up as if his spine instantly turns to stone, “No one knows your mysterious situation . Breanna, where is your baby’s father? Why are you here in England all alone and not in America with your family? Why…”
“Stop!” I yell as I continue my crying fit, falling deeper into the emotional pit of despair, causing a tremulous wave to roll over me.
The nurse instantly comes over to me, “Are you alright?”
“Yes. Mr. Hughes is just leaving, that is all.” I look up at Callum with tears streaming down my face. Anger flows through me as I realize this beautiful experience has been poisoned by his pride and arrogance. Not wanting to look at him anymore, I stare down at my slightly exposed breasts. Grabbing the blanket I pull it up over me, protecting my body from any more unneeded exposure.
“You want to leave, now?” A bewildered expression flashes across the nurse’s face as she adds, “Don’t you want to hold the baby?”
Though my eyes remain affixed to the blanket over me, I can feel his gaze cutting into me like lasers zeroing in on my thoughts, “No, I think it is best if I go and get some rest. Thank you and take good care of…” He looks down at me then over to Noah, who is now being swaddled in a hospital blanket, “…Noah.”
The hospital door instantly closes, causing a bolt of sorrow to pierce through me with the reverberating sound it makes. The loneliness I have grown accustomed to once again wraps around me like an old wool blanket. The warmth and familiarity I can appreciate, but the uncomfortable itch it leaves on my skin is unbearable. I may put on a tough shroud, but the painful circumstances I have had to endure are taking a toll on me. My tears flow down my cheeks like giant waterfalls. Suddenly the edge of my bed pushes down from the weight of someone sitting on it.
“Would you like to hold your little boy?” a nurse asks. I look up only to discover this is the same nurse who wasn’t going to let Callum in unless I said he was the baby’s father. She is the only one here who knows that Callum is not Noah’s father.
“Yes, please,” I grab hold of Noah, firmly holding him against my chest.
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