Sandi Lynn - Love in Between

I started to walk to the bathroom, and I heard Luke tell Lucky the party’s over and that he needed to leave as well. Lucky wasn’t happy about it, but he did what Luke said. I shut and locked the door. I stepped into the shower and stood under the hot water and relaxed. As I was shampooing my hair, I heard the door open.

“It’s just me; don’t freak out,” Luke said.

I froze. “What the hell, Luke? Get out!” I yelled.

“You’re not the only one who has to get up early. I just need to brush my teeth real quick,” he said.

“You can’t wait until I’m out of the shower and back in my apartment?”

“No, I’m tired, and I want to go to bed. Besides, you women take long showers.”

I heard him start brushing his teeth. I couldn’t believe the nerve of him. “The door was locked; how did you get in?” I asked.

“The lock’s broke, so it wasn’t locked.”

I heard him turn the water off. “I’m going to bed. I’ll be by your place to fix your shower tomorrow after you get home. Night,” he said.

The door shut, and he was gone. “Good night, Luke,” I whispered.

I stepped out of the shower, dried off, threw my clothes on, grabbed my things, and headed towards the door. Sam was cleaning up the mess that was left in the kitchen.

“Lily, before you go,” he said as he walked towards me. “I’m sorry for tonight, and for the things you saw.”

“Don’t be sorry, Sam. What you and Luke do is your business, not mine. You have nothing to apologize for.” I smiled.

He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “Sleep tight. I’m going to give Gretchen a call tomorrow. Could you please not mention what you saw here tonight?” he said with a twisted face.

“Don’t worry; I won’t tell her a thing.” I smiled and walked out the door.

I jolted out of bed at the sound of my alarm buzzing. I quickly turned off the irritating sound and looked at the time. It was 5:30 a.m. I didn’t fall asleep until 3:30 a.m., and I was exhausted. I made my way to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face to try and wake myself up. I stumbled into the kitchen, and made a pot of coffee. As the coffee brewed, I put on my makeup, straightened my blonde hair, and put on my clothes. I poured some coffee in my travel mug, grabbed my purse and school bag, and opened the door to leave. As I was locking my door, Luke’s door opened, and he came walking out. Our eyes met.

“Morning,” he said.

“Good morning,” I replied. “You’re up early.”

“I told you last night that you weren’t the only one who had to be up,” he said as he locked his door.

“Have a good day!” I smiled.

“Yeah, you too,” Luke said as he walked up the stairs.

On the way to the school, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was up so early, and why he was going upstairs. He said he didn’t have a girlfriend. Well, he said she wasn’t his girlfriend. I shook my head. He’s no different than every other guy out there, except he was the hottest looking man that I’d ever seen. I couldn’t stop thinking about the scar I saw on him, and I wondered where it came from. Why was I thinking about Luke so much? I can’t do this. I’m starting over, and I can’t have any distractions. I pulled into the school parking lot and headed to my classroom. I walked through the door and stared around the room. This was going to be my second home for the next ten months. I smiled at that thought, and I set my things on my desk. My main focus has to be my students, not Luke.

I heard a soft knock on the door. As I turned to look, Chris Channing, Gretchen and Giselle’s aunt, and the principal of the school, was walking towards me.

“Lily, it’s been way too long. How are you?” she asked as she hugged me.

“I’m good, Chris. Thank you again for hiring me.”

“You’re welcome, and you were the perfect candidate. Not only have I known you for the past twenty years, but I know how much you love children. Gretchen told me about your situation, and I just want to tell you that I’m sorry.”

I looked away and started rearranging things on my desk. “Don’t be sorry, Chris. I’m moving on and starting over. Things worked out for the best.”

“They sure did,” she said as she hugged me again. “Your students will be here any minute. If you need anything at all, call me.”

“I will,” I smiled as the bell rang, and a flock of children entered the classroom.

I spent most of the day getting to know the children and having them get to know me. We all had lunch together in the classroom, which they thought was cool. I wanted them, not only to like me, but to trust me as well. I wanted them to feel safe every time they walked into the classroom. The end of the day approached, and the bell rang. In a matter of minutes, the classroom was empty again. I walked around the room and straightened the desks. I grabbed my things, turned off the light, and headed home. Once I arrived at the apartment building, I unlocked and opened the door, threw my bags onto the chair, and kicked off my heels. I sat down on the couch for a minute to relax when I heard a knock on the door. I got up, looked through the peephole, and saw Luke standing there. I opened it and motioned for him to come in.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey,” he said without even looking at me and just walked down the hall.

I rolled my eyes. I was extremely tired, and I was in no mood for his attitude.

I put the kettle on the stove for some tea. All I wanted right now was the comfort of my plush bed. As I was waiting for the water to heat up, I heard Luke yell from the bathroom.

“Shit!” he yelled.

It sounded like a yell of pain, so I walked to the bathroom to see what had happened. He stood there holding his hand.

“Are you ok? What happened?” I asked.

“Nothing, just go!” he spat.

“Excuse me, mister, but this is my fucking bathroom, and I’ll be in here if I want to be.”

He looked up at me. “Do you always use that kind of language?”

“Yes, I do. Now let me take a look at your hand,” I said as I lightly touched it.

He pulled away quickly. “No, it’s fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Maybe you do or maybe you don’t. You’re hurt, and I need to see how bad it is. Now sit your goddamn ass on that toilet so I can take a look.”

He looked at me with anger in his eyes. “You can come off as being really mean.”

“Good, I’m glad you noticed. Now, give me your hand.”

He held out his hand, and I removed the blood-soaked tissue. I grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and wrapped it around his hand. “Put pressure on that while I get the antiseptic and a Band-Aid. It doesn’t look like it needs stitches.”

I reached into the cabinet and got out the antiseptic and some cotton balls. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I soaked the cotton ball with antiseptic and set it on the edge of the counter. I turned to him and took his hand. I didn’t want to look at him because he had the most amazing brown eyes.

“Where are you from?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Why do you care?” I replied.

“I don’t. I’m just trying to make small talk.”

“Seattle.”

“Is your family still there?”

“I don’t have any family. They’re dead.”

I removed the washcloth and took a cotton ball from the edge of the counter. “This is going to sting, but I know that you’re a big boy, and you can handle it.” I dabbed his cut on the side of his hand with the antiseptic soaked cotton ball.

“Fuck!” he screamed and tried to pull his hand away.

“Do you always use that kind of language?” I asked.