Page 40 of Screw Christmas
“Why are you here Dylan?” There was no humor or kindness in his expression. Aaron had gotten to him. I had no idea what that piece of shit told Kevin, but I had a few ideas and none of them painted a very good picture of me.
“To see Maya of course. Just, let me by.” He was quicker than I anticipated, quickly blocking my path as I tried to get past him. “Come on man. I’m not sure what you’ve been told, but Maya needs to see me. She needs to know the truth.”
Folding his arms over his chest, he glared at me. “We know the truth. You nearly killed her. She’s lost a chunk of her life because of you. Leave before I call the cops for trespassing.”
Dammit! Lacing my hands behind my neck, I groaned loudly. “Look, Kevin. All you need to do is call up to her. Ring her for me and let me talk to her. She’ll want to talk to me; I swear she will. Just give me a chance to speak to her.”
Kevin clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and after what felt like an eternity, nodded. “Don’t move a muscle.”
“I won’t. I swear it.”
~*~ TT ~*~
Maya
I couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard I tried. Each time I would nod off, I’d have another dream. The dreams were dates with someone. Laughter and warm feelings that I didn’t have around Aaron. The person was always unrecognizable. The dreams felt so real, and I couldn’t tell if they were dreams or parts of memories that were trying to claw their way back to me.
The intercom next to my door buzzed, followed by Kevin’s voice. “Maya, are you up?”
Blinking back the drowsiness, I sat up in the bed.
“Maya, are you there? Dylan is down here to speak with you. I can tell him to leave. I have no problem with that.”
Dylan… I didn’t know if I was ready for that or not. He was the one that caused me to lose my memory. He was the one who caused all these problems. My mother herself has said I was with Aaron, and it was Dylan that caused the ruckus. Did he deserve a chat with me?
Sliding from the bed, I went over to the intercom. My finger hesitated on the button a moment before pressing it. Finally, I pressed the button and leaned into the microphone. “Tell him I’m not interested in what he has to say.”
“See, I told you she’s not interested. Now beat it.” Kevin told Dylan.
Was this the right thing to do? Would it hurt to talk to him? A voice chimed in. But that voice was in conflict with the one that reminded me of how much he hurt me years ago. How could I possibly want to see or speak to him after all these years?
But still, things didn’t feel right. They hadn’t felt right since I woke up in the hospital.
“Maya! Maya, I’m not leaving!” Dylan’s voice yelled in the background. “I’ll be waiting in the park across the road, where we had our first kiss. I’m not leaving there. Even if I freeze to death, I won’t leave until you come to talk to me.”
The line was disconnected before I had a chance to respond. Releasing the talk button, I took a step back from the intercom and then another. God, did I do the right thing?
Our first kiss? In the park? My head began to pound as I attempted to remember. But no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn’t come to me. Would it come to me if I saw him? God, I wished I knew.
~*~ TT ~*~
Dylan
“Come on Kevin, you know Aaron is full of shit. She needs to talk to me and learn the truth.”
“Look, what I know is that she was in the hospital because of you. There is a restraining order against you. She said she wasn’t interested, so I suggest you leave before you land your ass in jail again.”
Fuck! My gaze landed on stairwell leading up to her apartment. I could easily outrun Kevin on the stairs, but what then? If she refused to allow me in, I’d be in handcuffs and in a jail cell again. If I missed the first rehearsal, then I’d lose the spot on the show for sure.
Feeling frustrated and demoralized I threw my hands up in the air in defeat. I told her I’d wait for her in the park and that’s what I’d do. I just prayed she’d come out before I died of hypothermia. She’d come out. She had to.
Chapter 20
Dylan
As luck would have it, by the time I left the apartment building, it was snowing even harder than ever and the wind had picked up, tossing the snow wildly around me, slapping me in the face. Pulling my cap lower on my head and hood up over my head, I tightened the scarf around my face making sure it covered my mouth and nose, doing my best to block out the wind and snow.
I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the part if I died out here. But I couldn’t leave. I needed her to know I was dedicated to her—dedicated to us. Finding a bench that faced her building, I wiped it as clean as I could and sat down.
