Write In The Middle Of It

A Week or So Later…

The room was unusually gray and cold. No matter how many blankets were on the bed, Kevin’s body felt like a chilled corpse. He wasn’t running a fever but for some unknown reason he felt as if he had the flu. Everything he ate, no matter how good it tasted at the time, wound up circling the city sewer at some point. He couldn’t sleep and when he did sleep he was always fighting or chasing something, so he woke up exhausted.

The only thing that seemed to being going right was the mending of his foot. He no longer had to wear the air cast, which was cumbersome and annoying. He did as the doctor instructed and only put a little bit of weight on his foot at a time, increasing the pressure daily, even if that meant he had to hop around the times that he actually forced himself out of bed. Kevin was determined to heal up properly because that mess that went down with Mekayla, had to be rectified, if it killed him, unfortunately he felt dead already.

Slowly Kevin peeled the blankets off of his body and he winced as he felt the goose bumps rapidly surface from his ankles, to his forearms, to the back of his neck. He shuddered and then ran into the bathroom where he flung back the shower curtain and turned on the water to the shower so forcefully the pipes screamed. As steam filled the closed room Kevin gingerly stepped into the shower so he didn’t scald himself with the water. He sighed as he let the water pound him back into the man he has always been and not the punk he has been acting like lately. No grown man should be pining away after a woman the way he has. Kevin rubbed his hand over his chin and realized that the growth that took place was completely out of control. On the wall hung his disposable razor still in the plastic wrap, and with clumsy wet hands he managed to open it, grab his shaving gel, and remove the whoa weeds from his face. He chuckled to himself as he adjusted the mirror Mekayla installed in his shower. He swore up and down that he would never use it. Funny how things change was a theme that Kevin wrestled with all week.

Now he has to get them to change back.

As he shaved he was forced to look at himself in the mirror, he realized how much he missed Mekayla. But this was not one of those overly romantic I’ll die if I don’t get her back I miss yous. This missing was different. He refused to outwardly verbalize it, so his mind just shouted it all out for him.

For instance, he missed her laugh.

The crazy way she would look at him when he said something stupid.

Her smell.

Her walk.

The most unusual thing he missed about her that he couldn’t quite figure out is that he missed the back of her neck. Kevin stopped and actually raised an eyebrow at his own reflection.

Yeah I thought it, the back of her neck.

There was something about Mekayla’s gait that always intrigued him. She had this sexy tough girl saunter and when Kevin looked at her walk away he never looked at her ass or her thighs but his concentration always settled on the back of her neck and it always made him chuckle, like he was doing while attempting to shave his mourning moss. He let out a large yawn and then vehemently shook it off.

No! I’m tired of being tired, tired of being sick to my stomach, tired of wondering if I can ever make this right. I am going to make it right.

The worst thing about this whole situation was her silence. She hasn’t said a word to him since the whole incident transpired, and that was not like her. She had a spitfire temper, and it amazed him that she hasn’t called him up and called him every name in her little book.

The silence was almost eerie.

Kevin went back to thinking about the back of her neck again as he recalled her walking away from him after a mock argument at the train station. He couldn’t remember how it transpired or what was said but whatever he said to her seemed to really piss her off, and she glared at him and walked away. He called after her several times but she just kept on walking. Kevin felt his heart drop to his knees, and with all the bass he had left in his voice he yelled out her name one last time.

When he did, Mekayla turned around beaming at him trying to hold in her laughter. He finally caught up to her and embraced her so tight thinking in his head,

Thank God she was playing cuz he couldn’t go through something like that for real.

But this time it was real. This time the silence was deafening. He felt like a puppy that was taken for a car ride, and then the owner just opens the door to let him out. The puppy wagged his tail furiously waiting for the owner to come of the car too but he never does. The car takes off and the stupid puppy still doesn’t know it’s for real and he chases the car until it is out of his view. The puppy plops down on the road, still wagging his tail, waiting for his owner to come back but he never does. So ,after he moans and cries for what seems like an eternity.

Then decides to get up and find his way home.