Marit stared wide-eyed at her unexpected visitor, her glance darting from him to the door and back to him again. He chuckled at her discomfort and strode into the room, settling himself into a chair.
“Not bad,” he said, looking around. “The trust fund? Or the insurance money?” She didn’t respond, and he smiled.
“That’s my Marit,” he said, “always turning everything into a melodramatic mess. This isn’t one of your sappy movies, you know, where the sinfully evil villain takes advantage of the innocent maiden. This is your life.” His blue eyes pierced hers, holding her gaze captive.
“What are you doing here, Jordan?” she finally got out, her voice shaky.
“Why, I came to see you,” he responded. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“What do you think?” He shook his head.
“Marit, Marit, Marit. Are you still projecting your insecurities onto me? Baby, you know I just want to help you. But you’ve got to let me in.” She looked at him uncertainly, confused by the apparent sincerity in his voice.
“No,” she said. “You don’t have any control over me anymore.” He looked at her in surprise.
“Who’s talking about control? Baby, come here.” She shook her head and stayed still. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “How can I convince you?” He held his hand out imploringly. She studied him thoughtfully, then slowly made her way to him, covering the space between them reluctantly.
Hesitantly, she slipped her hand into his, his fingers closing over hers.
“Let me help you,” he whispered persuasively. She frowned slightly at his words and the tight grip he had on her. Her expression deepened as she studied their hands; the union seemed strange. And wrong.
“No,” she said suddenly, lifting her head to look him in the face.
“What?” he asked, astonished. His grip did not budge as she pulled her hand.
“Let me go,” she spoke forcefully, the sudden steel in her voice stunning even her. He dropped her hand and she stepped away. “It’s all about control,” she said. “That’s what it’s always been about. I just never saw it before.” He stood up, his height towering over petite frame, but she held her ground, her fear gone. “I’m in control now,” she continued, “and I want you to leave.” He stared at her in disbelief, anger darkening his fair features.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said. “You’re just a silly little girl who’s been sheltered all her life. You need me, Marit. You don’t know how to cope.”
“Get out,” she repeated, the flush rising in her own cheeks.. “Get the hell out and stay away from me.” She opened the door pointedly.
“Fine,” he said, a sudden calm settling over him. “But don’t expect me to take you back when you find yourself all alone.” He walked through the door, pausing slightly beyond the threshold.
“I’m not the one who’ll be alone,” she said, softly. “I have people who care for me, who love me. Can you say the same?” He opened his mouth to respond as she slammed the door in his face. Locking it, she turned around to lean against it. She sighed to herself and closed her eyes as she slid to the ground.
_____
“Do you need anything?” Denise asked as she poked her head into her son’s room for what seemed like the thousandth time. AJ sighed.
“Mom, I’m fine. Between the nurses, flight attendants, the guys and you, I’m being smothered.” Denise smiled.
“Okay, but holler if you do.”
“Okay, Mom.” She hesitated for a moment.
“Mom?”
“Do you want to talk about it?” He looked away for a minute before returning his gaze to her.
“Is it possible to only know someone for a short time but know you want to spend the rest of your life with them?” She smiled slightly and entered the room, seating herself on the edge of his bed.
“The rest of your life?” she asked, her eyebrow raised.
“Well, maybe not. But you know what I mean,” he said, ruefully. She nodded.
“I suppose it’s possible to create a strong connection with someone in only a short amount of time. Sometimes we meet people that can have profound effects on our lives and it’s hard to lose them.”
“So how do you convince the other person?” She laughed.
“Wouldn’t we all like to know the answer to that. We all need to make our own choices in life. Sometimes, we’re wrong, sometimes we’re right, but it all balances out in the end.” AJ smiled.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“I hope that helped.”
“It does. I’m kind of tired right now,” he said, yawning.
“Okay, Get some rest, I’ll screen your phone calls.”
“Thanks.”
“Sweet dreams.” Denise stood up as AJ settled himself comfortable. She watched as his breathing slowed and grew even, then turned and walked quietly out of the room.
Pulling open her car door, Marit threw her bag into the backseat before sliding in and starting the ignition. As she pulled out of the parking garage, she idly flipped through the radio stations before finally settling on one.
Para amarte, necesito una razon
Yes dificil creer que no existe mas que este amor
AJ opened his eyes as the late afternoon sun filtered into his room through the curtains. Yawning to himself, he sat up and checked his watch, before throwing back the covers and dropping his feet to the floor. He stood up and made his way into the bathroom, stopping at his dresser to turn on his stereo. He fiddled for a few moments with the buttons, randomly stopping on the first station that came in clearly. Heading into the bathroom, he turned on the tap to wash his face, as an unfamiliar song caught his attention.
Porque todo el tiempo que pasé junto a ti
Dejo tejido su hilo dentro de mi
Marit focused her attention on the oncoming traffic as she made a left turn onto the busy street. Accelerating, she headed toward the bridge, her mind only subconsciously registering the song playing on the radio. As she made her way through the busy streets and intersections, the song neared its end, finally attracting her attention.
Pero olvidaste una final instruccion
porque aun no se como vivir sin tu amor.
AJ sat on the edge of his bed, his shirt in his hands, as he listened to the song. He had no idea what she was saying, but the depth of emotion in her voice told him enough.
Y descrubi lo que significa una rosa
me enseñaste decir mentiras piadosas
para poder a verte ahora no adecuadas
Y a reemplazar palabras por miradas
Marit slowed inadvertently as she listened carefully to the song. It
was one she knew, but hadn’t heard in a long time, and suddenly the
words held new meaning for her.
Y fue por ti que escribi mas de cien canciones
hasta perdonar tus equivocaciones
AJ smiled to himself as a knock sounded softly on his door. “I’m awake, Mom. I was just about to come downstairs to get something to eat.”
“Okay.” He heard her footsteps recede as he turned his attention back to the song.
Y conocí mas de mil formas de besar
Y fue por ti que descubri lo que es amar
Marit ran the words over in her head as she watched the signs
passing. She weighed her decision for a moment, before pulling into
the right lane and turning onto the highway headed north.
Lo que es amar
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