Love and Skate (14 page)

             
“I don’t want to think about it.”  
I whispered.

             
“Me neither.  So…”

             
The door opened and I could smell her overpriced department store perfume before I heard or saw her.  Then I heard a long sigh.  Those sighs of hers meant so many things. 
You interrupted my country club tennis lessons.  I can’t believe I have to be here.  I hope no one sees my pink haired daughter.  If she hadn’t gone ape shit, I’d never be here.
 

             
“Nellie Michelle, are you ok darling?” It poured out of her mouth like a combination of molasses and ghost peppers, bo
th sticky sweet and mean as fire
.

             
“Yes Mom, I’m fine.  I’m sorry you had to come down here.”  I tried to be polite so she’d go away.

             
“
Mmmm
…well there’s nothing we can do about that now, can we?  So what has the doctor said?”

             
Owen answered before I could.

             
“He hasn’t made it in yet Ma’am.”

             
“And you are?” She sounded like the queen from Snow White.

             
“I’m Owen, Nellie’s boyfriend, it’s very nice to meet you.”

             
“
Well, that’s news to me.” And then she glared at him up and down, “I can certainly see why Nellie Michelle chose to keep you a secret.”

             
I turned to Owen who looked like he was ashamed of who he was next to me
and I wasn’t going to take it for one more second.

             
“Do you see?” I pointed my question to Owen, “Do you see why I didn’t want you to meet them?  This is how they are.”

             
“Really Nellie? You didn’t want
him
to meet
us?
”

             
“Mom, I will put up with you insulting me, but I will not put up with you insulting Owen.  Did you bring the insurance card?”

             
“Of course, I gave it to the peon at the front desk.”

             
“Then you can leave.”

             
She scoffed and acted offended and then stormed out.

             
“Nellie, you didn’t have to do that.  It’s your mom.  Maybe she should…” He didn’t sound like himself.

             
“Owen, there’s no one I’d rather have here with me than you. 
Can—can you just hold my hand?”

             
He took my hand that he dropped during my mom’s tiny tirade between both of his strong warm ones and I closed my eyes at the sensation, letting it our over me.  Just then the doctor walked in and said that my ribs were bruised but he didn’t think I had a concussion. 
He released me under instructions to rest the next day and take it easy for the next week.

             
I had to be pushed out in a wheelchair, which sucked, and Owen pulled up his car to take me home.  He called Dylan and asked him to bring him some clothes to my apartment.  I didn
’t know what that meant but I knew that I wasn’t ready to be apart from him. 

             
Tears rolled down my face as I thought about how my mom had treated him.  It was one thing for her to treat me that way.  I was used to it after all.  But for her to treat him, the guy who had told me this morning
that he loved me, like dirt under her feet was intolerable. 

             
“Are you in pain? I thought they gave you medicine that would last a while.” He was concerned.

             
“Yeah, no I’m not in pain.” I tried to clear my tears with the edge of my shirt.

             
“Then why are you crying?” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.

             
“I just hoped she would act different.”
I whispered, ashamed.

             
I couldn’t stand to see her cry.  It shattered me.  I didn’t say a word because I needed to say something exactly right to soothe her
and right then I couldn’
t find the words
. 

             
We got back to her apartment and she walked through to her bedroom looking defeated.  She showered and got directly into bed.  I showered after her, not even asking permission.  I walked out not knowing what was going to happen but also knowing that apart from her is somewhere I didn’t want to be.  She was laying down with her back to me and I thought she was asleep alr
eady.  I attempted to snea
k out and go sleep on the couch against everything that was calling out to me.

             
“Don’t go.” She sounded like she was still crying
and she had her hand stretched out behind her beckoning me.  I got onto the other side of the bed facing her and took both of her hands in mine and moved in as close to her as I could without jostling her. I cleared my throat.

             
“Nellie, I don’t care what your mother thinks about me.  The only
people whose opinions I value are my family’s and yours.  It would be nice for her to like me or even act like she can tolerate me, but it’s not necessary.  I love you no matter what.”

             
She took a deep breath and
slowly moved closer to me. 

             
“They’re never going to approve of anything I do.  Today when she said that it wasn’t aimed at you, it was aimed at me.  She cuts me down every chance she gets.  I’ve learned to take it when I have to but mostly just ignore it.  But you didn’t deserve one ounce of it.  But if we’re going to be together then we’re going to have to deal with it from time to time and I hate that for you.”

             
“We’ll just have to spend more time with my parents to counteract it.  You haven’t met my brothers yet.  They are a trip.” I joked.

             
She nodded her head in acceptance

             
“I’m cold.” She whispered and her body concurred with a shiver.

             
I put my arm under her head
and
grabbed the back of her thigh to move her even closer
as gently as possible
.  Just hours ago I would’ve given anything to have my hand on her thigh but this was not sexy.  This was making sure that if she was cold, I would warm her.  If she was in pain, I would ease her.  And if her heart ached, I would mend her.  Somehow the things that I could do for her were just the things that she needed.  She could’ve found them anywhere but she chose to seek them in me.
 

             
She woke in the middle of the night hurting and I gave her a dosage of the pills from the doctor and covered her ribs with ice.  Minutes later one or both took effect and she fell back into a peaceful sleep.  Morning came and she looked more like herself.  She wasn’t as pale and could
sit up without much trouble.  Amber cooked breakfast for everyone.  It was funny because Amber was so hot and cold when it came to Nellie.  Just when you thought she had forgotten all about her, she’
s there doing what she could
to help. 

             
I carried Nellie to the couch and watched everything from Master of Disguise to Paranormal Witness on TV.  I sat on the floor in front of the couch and fell aslee
p while she played i
n my hair with my head l
ying back on the couch next to her. 
There was a knock at the door and Nellie asked who it was.  But I already knew because I had made the call.  I got up and opened the door to my mom and she had gone all out.

             
Nellie’s whole face lit up when she saw my mom at the door. 

             
“Hi Sylvia!  How are you?”

             
Mom knelt down in front of the couch after I took everything from her hands. 

             
“I’m ok. But more importantly, how are you?  What can I do for you?”

             
My mom was the absolute best in t
aking care of people.  I knew that first hand. 

             
“I’m fine.  Owen has taken such amazing care of me.  Really.”

             
“
I’m sure he has.”  Then she got closer and whispered something in Nellie’s ear and Nellie simply nodded. 
What was with my parents whispering things in her ear?

             
“I made you my famous chicken soup and some food for the bottomless pit too.”

             
“Thank you so much.”
They hugged and my mom said
she needed to get back to the restaurant.  She hugged me as well and left.

             
“What did she whisper in your ear,” I asked her.

             
“Oh no, I’m the best secret keeper ever.” 

             
“Oh, I thought you were the best kisser ever.  My mistake.”

             
She laughed, “No, I hold that title too.  So how many other girls have I beat out, huh?”

             
The room grew silent and she realized where joking had turned serious immediately.

             
“Owen, I’m so sorry.  I was just kidding.  I don’t care at all.  I didn’t mean to pry.”

             
I knelt down in front of her and laid the right side of my face on her chest facing her.  I thought she was on the verge of crying so I needed to fix this quick.  She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair. 

             
“Nellie, you didn’t say anything wrong.  And I will tell you all of it one day.  But that time of my life is something that I’m ashamed of.  So to answer your question, I kissed a good number of girls.  I made out wi
th a good number of girls. 
I’ve only had sex with one girl and I wish I never had.  She betrayed me in the worst way and I’ll never forget it.  If I could take it back and all of those other girls too, I would.  I would’ve waited for you.  But I can’t.”  Those last words barely came out. 

             
“Hey, I don’t care about your past.  I really was just kidding.  All I care about is you and me. Ok?  But thank you for trusting me with that. I love you so much
and nothing you say is going to change that.”

             
Just what I didn’t want to do.  In fact, the only thing I made sure not to do.  I forced information out of him and I felt like crap for it.  Lying here with his head on my chest, I could feel the breath on my neck as he laid his confession before me. 
I felt the smallest twinge of hurt and jealousy to think that he had been so intimate with other girls but I tried not to show it.  He loved me now and that’s what counted.

             
He stayed there relaxing after his admittance for a long time.  His eyes were closed. 

             
“Owen.” I whispered.  I didn’t want this moment to end badly.

             
“Yeah?” I could feel his jaw move against my chest as he spoke.

             
“Kiss me.” I said as firmly as I could.

             
His head popped up and he gave me a look that I interpreted as relief.

             
“Even after…” 
Did he really think I couldn’t want to kiss him again?

             
“Of course.”

             
He grabbed my face fiercely but softly and our mouths and
locked in harmony.  He kissed me like he may never kiss me again.  I heard a moan and suddenly he pulled back abruptly ending my pleasure. 

             
“What?” I asked.

             
“I totally made you moan.”
I
laughed as he kept his hands on my face.
  It was my moan that I heard.

             
“Ugh, I’m so embarrassed.”
I turned my face into the couch and groaned.

             
“
Oh no don’t you hide from me
.”  I turned slowly and it took me a while to meet his eyes.

             
“That told me so much.  And you never have to be embarrassed about any of that in front of me.  You can tell me anything. Ok?”

             
“OK.  There’s something very important that I want to tell you.”

             
“What?” he said.  He totally believed that I was serious.