Fifteen

Delilah

Two weeks. It had been two long and frustrating weeks for me. Since the day he left my apartment complex, I did my best to avoid him. He tried contacting me multiple times and even stopped by my place but I didn’t even flinch to turn to face him. It bothered him that I wasn’t giving in how he wish I would.

I laughed at how naive he had taken me to be. He genuinely thinks that a kiss, and gifts will make up for him laying his hands on me. That isn’t it. He’d give me gifts but they were never followed by the words he still hadn’t uttered since it happened. Not once had he apologized for the swelling of my face, nor for the tears I shed the night after. He thought we’d simply kiss and make up like before, but he was dead wrong.

A part of me wanted to make up for the sake of saving our love and marriage, if there was even either one to begin with, but the other wanted him to suffer without me. Yet, I doubted it even happened seeing as to how he didn’t seemed unmoved by his actions nor the consequences of me moving out.

Now here I am two weeks later and living my life how I should have. Even my family noticed a change in me. They still didn’t know about what had happened and I kept it that way. Both, Jason and my father, told me I looked more at ease and happy. It was true. Although my days had been great they became frustrating whenever I saw Cameron in person or even when his name flashed on my screen. Luckily every time his name flashed on my screen, I’d quickly get distracted by something else and end up forgetting about it.

I swear one time it was a white butterfly that landed on my hand. At that moment I forgot what I was going to do and turned my attention to it. For some reason it brought memories of my mother. Just then as I thought of her I realized I hadn’t visited her grave in almost a few months.

"De." Jason’s voice brought me out of my own thoughts.

"What?" I asked him.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked me as he ate his chicken fillet.

"Was thinking of visiting mom’s grave today." I said to him.

"Want me to come?" He asked with a sympathetic smile.

"It’s fine. I want to go alone." I said to him.

"Alright. If you need me, let me know."

"Okay." I smiled at him. He nodded and we continued to eat our lunch.

When we were done, I told him I was going to go to the memorial park. He agreed and I left to go buy some flowers. Stopping at my favorite floral shop, I bought a beautiful bouquet of white roses and then drove away.

I walked along the grass to get to my mom’s tombstone. I felt my eyes weld up with tears as I saw her name engraved in the stone. Evelyn Michelson.

"Hey mom. Sorry I haven’t been here in a while." I spoke quietly. As I bent down and placed the fresh flowers in the holder. I noticed a bouquet that was barely dying off on the other side of her tombstone. I wondered who had brought them to her when I knew both my dad nor Jason had visited her.
“I miss you so much. I wish you were here so we could talk. Maybe then I wouldn’t have gone through everything I’ve gone through…” I let my words linger as I thought about everything. The last few weeks replayed in my head.

"But I know it’s part of life. I just wish you were with me to talk me through these tough days I’ve been through." I wiped away a tear that rolled down my cheek. I kneeled down again and bowed my head as I began to cry.
“Sometimes I don’t know why things happen to me. I haven’t done anything wrong and here I am getting punished for it.” I wiped my eyes.

"Bad things happen to good people." I heard a male’s voice speak loud and clear for me to hear. I wiped away my tear drenched face and stood up to see who it was. It was an elderly man who was walking in my direction.

"I suppose so." I said with a slight smile.

"Don’t worry sweetheart, things will get better." He said with a warm smile.

"Thank you." I smiled kindly at him.

"No problem."

"Dad stop bothering people." Another male’s voice spoke loud and clear for the man to hear him.

"He’s not bothering me." I said as I turned to the direction where the voice came from.

"Oh… hey, I didn’t recognize you." Abram [Cameron’s business partner] said to me.

"It’s fine. How are you?" I asked as I stepped closer to where he was.

"Great. This is my father, Dr. Carter Thompson. Dad, this is Cameron’s wife, Delilah Black." I quickly shook the man’s hand and greeted him.

"Pleasure to meet you sir."

"The pleasure is all mine. Keep your head up. Things get better." He said to me.

"Thank you."

"Come on dad, visit the grave so you can take your medication." Abram urged him.

"Fine." I watched as he walked over to a grave stone next to my mother’s.

"I’m sorry for your loss." His father said loud and clear for me to hear.

"Thank you." I smiled at him once more. I watched as his father spoke quietly to grave like how I had done earlier before being interrupted.

"I though I’d see you with Cameron last weekend in New York." He said to me.

"Nope. I was feeling sick and on top of that I had work." I checked my phone and it was almost 3 in the afternoon.

"Glad to see you’re doing better." He said to me.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Dad, ready?" He called out to his father.

"Almost." He nodded and turned to face me.

"Sorry if he interrupted you." He apologized.

"It’s fine. I’m glad he did." I smiled.

"What did he tell you?"

"Nosey much?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What can I say?" He shrugged causing me to laugh.

"He told me to keep my head up. Time heals all wounds." It may not have been what he said but I wasn’t going to tell Cameron’s business partner what his father told me.

"Alright." He nodded.

"Let’s go." His father said as he approached us.

"Alright."

"Mrs Black, will you join us for dinner?" His father asked me.

"Umm… maybe some other time. Thank you for the offer." I kindly declined his offer.

"How about coffee? My treat." Abram said to me. He motioned to his father as if telling me to say yes for him.

"Umm…sure."

"We will wait at the coffee house two blocks away." He said to me.

"Okay. I’ll be there in a bit."

"See you soon." His father said to me. I smiled and nodded nicely. Abram nodded at me and began to walk away with the his father. I watched as they walked off towards their car.

I turned on my heels and walked back to my mom’s gravestone. I finished talking to her and I felt better. For some reason my entire day seemed as if it had cleared of any dark clouds hovering over me.

I quickly made my way back to my car when I was done. Since I didn’t want to be rude and not go for coffee, I drove to the coffee house. I got out of my car and walked inside.

"Where’s your dad?" I asked Abram as I sat down across from him.

"He took his medication but didn’t feel to good so I took him home." He said to me.

"He’s your wingman?" I raised my eyebrow.
“No.” He quickly defended himself but I  just laughed.

"Sure. I’m going to order my drink." I said to him.

"Tell me what you want. I did say it was my treat."

"Very well, let me have a chocolate mocha latte with soy milk, and extra whip cream."

"Alright anything else?"

"Oh and a butter croissant please."

"Okay. I’ll be back in a few." He said to me. I nodded and watched as he went off to go place my drink order.

While I waited, I checked my phone. Cameron had called me but I hadn’t heard the phone ring not that it’d matter. Erasing the missed call log, I locked my phone and set it away. A couple of minutes later, Abram came back with our drinks and a few pastries.

"Here you go." He handed me my drink.

"Thank you." I placed it in front of me, and took some of the whip cream off with my finger. Wrapping my tounge around my finger to lick it off, I realized what I did and quickly stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Abram asked me. His tongue was running along his bottom lip as he waited for a response.

"First off ‘cause I’m in public, and second ‘cause I’m a married woman."

"Doesn’t mean you can’t loosen up."

"Oh my god! Why?!" I asked as I tried to be as serious as I could.

"Just saying." He winked at me. I laughed at his attempts to flirt with me.

"You’re incredible." My words laced with sarcasm.

"Glad someone thinks so." I narrowed my eyes at him and ate a piece from my croissant.

"Okay." His eyes lingered lightly me and then turned his attention to his drink.

"What happened to your mother if you don’t mind me asking?" He asked me.

"She was sick." I didn’t feel like talking about it.

"I’m sorry."

"It’s fine. She’s in a better place." I smiled.

"Alright." I drank some of my coffee. He did the same and took a bite from a slice of cake he got for himself.

We stayed in silence for a brief moment before he began to talk again. We talked about random things while he flirted with me. I gotta give it to him for even giving it a shot when I’m married to his business partner.

"You’ve got some whipcream." He pointed out to my lip.

"Oh…thanks." I wiped my lip.

"Here." He wiped it off for me with his napkin. His fingers brushed lightly against my skin.

"I should get going." I said to him when he wiped it off my lip. I gathered my stuff quickly and stood up.

"I’ll walk you to your car." He offered as he got up. I nodded and made my way out of the café.

"It was nice talking to you." I said to him as we walked towards my car.

"It was. Maybe next time you’ll accept my offer to treat you to dinner." He said to me.

"Don’t push it though." I said with a smile. He chuckled and nodded as we reached my car.

"Alright. Take care."

"You too." I gave him a quick hug and got in my car. He stood there and watched as I got situated before driving off.

It felt good to talk to someone else aside from my usual friends. Although he wouldn’t stop flirting it made me smile. I just hope he understands it’s nothing more than just friends.

6

"I had this idea to have a female band. We had auditions in New York, Chicago, Houston and L.A. And people flew from all over the world. … I wanted young people to feel like there’s somebody on the stage that they can identify with. They are all different shapes, different sizes, different races. And they play better than the guys. It just makes me really, really proud."