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Angel of Mine -Part 3 Dana Knocked on Monica�s apartment door. No answer. She knocked again. �Monica? It�s me�Listen�we need to talk�.� She waited and when no reply came, took out her spare key and opened the door. She silently stepped into the darkness and shivered. She flicked on the light switch and closed the door. �Monica?� she called, running her fingers through her soaked hair. The apartment remained silent and Dana walked to the bedroom. She pushed open the door and closed it again when she found it empty. She did the same with all the rooms and then sighed as she sat down on the soft leather sofa. She closed her eyes and rested her head back against the leather. She prayed Monica was safe and that she hadn�t done anything stupid. She pictured Monica�s face in her mind, the last time she had seen her eyes: the hurt in them, the shame and despair as she ran out of the office. She choked back her tears and stood up, lifting her hand to hold the cross that hung around her neck. She shivered again and walked into the bedroom. Opening the closet she pulled out a soft pink, Nicks sweater and some black shorts. She carried them into the bathroom and closed the door. After peeling off her wet work suit, she dried herself with a soft, fluffy white towel. She welcomed the warmth as she sat wrapped in the large towel on the edge of the bath. She stepped into the shorts and pulled the soft sweater over her head, it felt good on her skin and she wrapped her arms around her waist as she walked to the kitchen. She yawned as she poured a glass of milk for herself and carried it to the coffee table. She checked her watch. 9:30pm. She hadn�t seen Monica for 8 hours. She�d tried phoning but she wasn�t answering if she had been home and her cell phone had been switched off. Dana picked up the phone and dialled her cell number again. �The cellular customer you are trying to reach�� she slammed the phone down. �Damn it Monica!� she cried as she began to get even more worried. Monica swayed on the bar stool as she talked to the tall stranger on the stool next to her. The drink in her hand sloshed out of the glass as she waved it in his face to make sure he was listening. �Yeah, so anyway, I tell her I love her�and she�do you know what she did�.do you know what she did?�well I�ll tell you�she cried. She turned away from me, left me standin� there like a�like�I dunno�like a fool. I was so hurt and she just said she thought I was her friend. Of course I�m her friend�.We�ve had a laugh , we have. We used to tell each other everything , we did�.I went and spoilt it all now! � she slammed her glass down on the bar and rested her head on top of it. Her tears dripped into the vodka as she cried, making ripples like the inside of her soul. Her heart felt empty and she was sure that if she could drop a stone into it, she would never hear it touch the bottom, it would keep falling forever. Like each star that fell from the sky. She believed ever since she was a child, that every star that fell, was someone who�d had their heart broken, that their dreams were falling, their tears were falling and so were the stars� She looked at the stranger she had just bared her life story to and sighed. �Well thanks. Thanks for listening, I gotta go now.� She staggered off the stool and tapped the man on the back of his sleeping head. He snored loudly as she touched him, and then went back to his silent sleep, with his head resting on his upright elbow. The barman called Monica a cab and she went to the bathroom while she waited for it to come. Staring in the mirror she sighed. She rested her weight against the sink, as she stood and tried to clear her head. She needed to see Dana. I climb the 3 flights of stairs to my apartment and find that the door is unlocked. Cautiously I open it and step inside. That�s when I see her. She�s lying on the sofa, wearing my favourite sweater. She looks better in it than I do. I�ll let her keep it if she wants it. Seeing her fills me with a mixture of emotions. Fear and Love are the most dominant. I silently shut the door and creep over to wear she�s sleeping. As I sit on the edge of the coffee table and watch her sleep I am confused. She was upset, angry before�but yet she�s here, sleeping in my home, wearing my clothes. I hope she can forgive me for loving her. I stroke her cheek and she moves slightly, brushes a hand against mine. I freeze. She can�t wake up and find me here, watching her. Too late. She opens her eyes and sees me. I can feel my heartbeat increasing and I don�t dare look at her. She sits up. Wraps her arms around her knees. She catches my gaze and tries to smile. � I was worried about you,� she groggily says. �you weren�t answering your phone.� �No�I wasn�t at home and my cell phone was in the car.� I reply nervously. She nods. � I brought your car home�it�s a wonder you didn�t catch your death�� I shiver. I didn�t feel the cold in the bar but the alcohol is wearing off and it�s seeping into my bones like ghosts. � Yeah�I�m pretty cold. � �Here�� She stands up and removes the sweater she�s wearing, leaving nothing on but her black, silk bra and my shorts. *Why do you taunt me like this Dana? * |
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