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    Everything and Nothing: 13.) Lost in the Air

    Well, then you need to get them back.

    No *****! If I knew how to do that I wouldnt be in this mess. I’ve never yelled back at her before, but right now I am really not in the mood for her *****.

    She stares at me for a long second. Then I feel her hand on my shoulder. Good luck with that, Boo. Your breaks over in…seven minutes.

    Right, I say.

    I havent checked my messages in three days, except to make sure they werent from Shane. None of the numbers showing on caller ID are Shane’s. Not Lather, or her house, or her cell. When I get home I play them all while I make myself a hummus and peanut butter sandwich.

    Alice wants to go to Radar – that’s from Tuesday. Tina wants to go to some Habitat for Humanity thing out in Topanga. Alice leaves me a message about the same thing, saying its a charity project for domestic violence victims with kids. My mom wants to visit me for my birthday. Jenny wants to know if I want to go to an art exhibit with her.

    I dont return any of the calls. I mix myself a drink and go to bed.

    That morning a persistent ringing of my doorbell wakes me up. Could it be Shane, I think? Oh, god, let it be Shane.

    My heart falls when I see blonde hair beyond the window inset in my front door. Alice. Theres a big van parked in my driveway.

    D, youre alive!

    Hey, come in.

    Are you coming?

    Oh, the Habitat thing. Right.

    Ive been worried about you. Youve been incommunicado for like a week.

    Ive been going through some *****. I mutter, pressing the knots on the drawstring of my PJ bottoms together.

    Oh. Are you okay?

    I dont deserve to be okay. All right, I guess.

    Well, theres a seat on the van. You wanna come with?

    Who alls going?

    Me, Jenny, Shane, Bette, Kit, and…this guy Im dating.

    Youre dating a guy? I grin.

    Yeah.

    Awesome. Good for you.

    Yeah. I tried calling you but you werent answering.

    Okay, um, well, let me shower and get some stuff together and Ill come with. I need to get out of this house. I need to see Shane. I need to do something good, even though the last thing I want is to be anywhere outside of my bed.

    Comments

    1. I couldn’t even comment when I first read this story. I hit this line nad just shattered: “And I know in that instant she will never make herself vulnerable, because I took it before she could give it.”

      Lucia nailed it…breathtakingly painful.

    2. AWESOME. I so can feel Darah pain as if it was happening to me. It’s so hartbreaking. Need a fix soon. Can’t wait too long, it’s too much painfull.

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