to make sure I eat. I’m going to eat.”
Folding my arms over my chest, I huffed. He pulled out a few containers and began to uncover them. The smell rose to my nose and my internal smile was beaming. He brought all of my favorites from the Thai restaurant. Drunken noodles with chicken and shrimp, spring rolls and their Thai chicken.
Crazy for me - check seven.
“Xavier. This is sweet, but you didn’t have to do it.” I said, as he held the fork full of the drunk noodles in front of my mouth.
Opening my mouth, he slowly inserted the food and I slowly chewed it.
“I know, but I’m worried about you.” he grabbed a spring roll and dipped it in the sesame sauce.
“There is nothing to worry about. In due time, things will be clearer.”
He stopped and turned to me, “What does that mean?”
“It means, things will be clear. We’ll both have a better understanding of what’s happening, what has happened and move on. You know, what’s the saying? It’s all work out.” I had to back pedal. This is why I shouldn’t have said anything.
His eyebrows pulled together as he assessed me, “No, I know the saying, but that’s not what you said.”
“That’s what I meant.” I countered. “Are you feeding me or critiquing my poor sayings.”
He slowly looked back at the spring roll and held it up for me. Xavier didn’t say much, but continued to feed me and himself as I sat on the desk. Twenty minutes later, he licked every drop of sesame seed sauce that he dropped on me and we re-dressed.
Xavier had my hand in his as he walked to the door.
“Let me know about Saturday and I want you to know,” He stepped to me. “I’m sorry, okay.”
“Sorry for what,” I asked.
He looked at me, then kissed my lips. “Just sorry. Love you, darling.”
“Mmm.” Was my only response.
He looked at me again, nodded his head, then left.
Great.
******
An hour later I received an email from the unknown address again.
To: [email protected]
From: UnkNowKn
Date: ______________
Subject: Missing Someone???
Is he familiar to you?
Do not worry, this is how your man solves problems.
--
Attached to the email was an article about a missing person and the person on the cover was Kevin.
Holy shit!
I hadn’t heard from him, but fucking missing. This is how he solves problems. What the fuck? I had enough. As I read through the article, I found several disturbing things. Kevin Lowe lived with his grandmother in Flatbush. He had been missing for at least three weeks and he was under investigation for insurance fraud. His grandmother reported him missing when he failed to take her to the doctors. At first she thought he was with his lady friend, but after a week of no call or answer from him, she filed a report.
What in the goddamn fuck?
Fumbling for my phone, I called Milan. She answered on the third ring and said, “What’s wrong, you never call me during the school day?”
I couldn’t get the words out or any words for that matter. Shell shocked, stunned and
“Xena, what’s wrong?” Milan’s voice was high and urgent.
I tried to speak again and she said, “I’m on my way. Just stay there and I’m on my way.”
Fifteen minutes later, as I sat there staring at my computer and reading over the article again and again. Milan burst in with Janice on her heels.
“I got this.” Milan barked at Janice.
“Xena, is it…” She saw my face, nodded and closed the door.
My face was wet with tears streaming down as I felt disgusted, angry, played and betrayed. It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t true. I’d kill him myself.”
“Girl, what the hell is wrong?” Milan asked, as she threw her bag on the sofa.
She came around my desk and saw what I still had on the screen. She murmured a little, then gasped some, then turned to me and asked, “Is that your Kevin?”
I nodded my head or I think I did and she looked again.
“Who sent this to you?” She didn’t wait for my answer as she scrolled
Folding my arms over my chest, I huffed. He pulled out a few containers and began to uncover them. The smell rose to my nose and my internal smile was beaming. He brought all of my favorites from the Thai restaurant. Drunken noodles with chicken and shrimp, spring rolls and their Thai chicken.
Crazy for me - check seven.
“Xavier. This is sweet, but you didn’t have to do it.” I said, as he held the fork full of the drunk noodles in front of my mouth.
Opening my mouth, he slowly inserted the food and I slowly chewed it.
“I know, but I’m worried about you.” he grabbed a spring roll and dipped it in the sesame sauce.
“There is nothing to worry about. In due time, things will be clearer.”
He stopped and turned to me, “What does that mean?”
“It means, things will be clear. We’ll both have a better understanding of what’s happening, what has happened and move on. You know, what’s the saying? It’s all work out.” I had to back pedal. This is why I shouldn’t have said anything.
His eyebrows pulled together as he assessed me, “No, I know the saying, but that’s not what you said.”
“That’s what I meant.” I countered. “Are you feeding me or critiquing my poor sayings.”
He slowly looked back at the spring roll and held it up for me. Xavier didn’t say much, but continued to feed me and himself as I sat on the desk. Twenty minutes later, he licked every drop of sesame seed sauce that he dropped on me and we re-dressed.
Xavier had my hand in his as he walked to the door.
“Let me know about Saturday and I want you to know,” He stepped to me. “I’m sorry, okay.”
“Sorry for what,” I asked.
He looked at me, then kissed my lips. “Just sorry. Love you, darling.”
“Mmm.” Was my only response.
He looked at me again, nodded his head, then left.
Great.
******
An hour later I received an email from the unknown address again.
To: [email protected]
From: UnkNowKn
Date: ______________
Subject: Missing Someone???
Is he familiar to you?
Do not worry, this is how your man solves problems.
--
Attached to the email was an article about a missing person and the person on the cover was Kevin.
Holy shit!
I hadn’t heard from him, but fucking missing. This is how he solves problems. What the fuck? I had enough. As I read through the article, I found several disturbing things. Kevin Lowe lived with his grandmother in Flatbush. He had been missing for at least three weeks and he was under investigation for insurance fraud. His grandmother reported him missing when he failed to take her to the doctors. At first she thought he was with his lady friend, but after a week of no call or answer from him, she filed a report.
What in the goddamn fuck?
Fumbling for my phone, I called Milan. She answered on the third ring and said, “What’s wrong, you never call me during the school day?”
I couldn’t get the words out or any words for that matter. Shell shocked, stunned and
“Xena, what’s wrong?” Milan’s voice was high and urgent.
I tried to speak again and she said, “I’m on my way. Just stay there and I’m on my way.”
Fifteen minutes later, as I sat there staring at my computer and reading over the article again and again. Milan burst in with Janice on her heels.
“I got this.” Milan barked at Janice.
“Xena, is it…” She saw my face, nodded and closed the door.
My face was wet with tears streaming down as I felt disgusted, angry, played and betrayed. It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t true. I’d kill him myself.”
“Girl, what the hell is wrong?” Milan asked, as she threw her bag on the sofa.
She came around my desk and saw what I still had on the screen. She murmured a little, then gasped some, then turned to me and asked, “Is that your Kevin?”
I nodded my head or I think I did and she looked again.
“Who sent this to you?” She didn’t wait for my answer as she scrolled
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