Do I Have To say the words

Do I Have To Say The Words

By Hayden

Feb. 10, 1998

Do I Have To Say The Words?
By Bryan Adams

Rescue me from the mire
Whisper words of desire
Rescue me - darlin' rescue me

With your arms open wide
Want you here by my side
Come to me - darlin' rescue me
When this world's closin' in
There's no need to pretend
Set me free - darlin' rescue me

I don't wanna let you go
So I'm standin' in your way
I never needed anyone like I'm needin' you today

Do I have to say the words?
Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you - how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?

Rescue me from despair
Tell me you will be there
Help me please - darlin' rescue me

Every dream that we share
Every cross that we bear
Can't you see - darlin' rescue me

I don't wanna let you go
So I'm standin' in your way
I never needed anyone like I'm needin' you today

Do I have to say the words?
Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you - how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?

Vinnie started, open mouthed at Charley. Not only from the fact she was wearing the tightest, shortest black dress he’d every since her wear, but from what had just come from her mouth a moment before.

“Your what?!” he asked.

Charley sighed and threw and exasperated look at Vinnie.

“I--am--going--on--a--date. Jeeze I didn’t think it was that hard of a concept to understand.” Charley said.

“But -- but --” was all Vinnie could say.

Charley turned to Throttle and Modo, giving up on Vinnie. That mouse was impossible!! The other guys didn’t see anything odd about her going on a date, so why was Vinnie acting like it was a foreign word.

“You guys are going to hafta to fend for yourselves on dinner tonight,” as she spoke a car pulled up and honked. “That’ll be him. Bye guys, don’t burn the place down.”

“Bye Charley-girl, have fun,” Throttle said before going back to watching a baseball game.

“Enjoy yourself Charley-ma’am,” Modo, ever the gentleman said.

Vinnie still wasn’t succeeding in forming complete sentences, much to Throttle and Modo’s amusement. Vinnie looked as if someone had hit him with a two by four.

“I’ll be back about eleven, so don’t wait up!” She called as she walked out the door.

Charley was more than ready for her date. It was going to be great to be with a guy who was interested in more than motorcycles, food, rock ‘n’ roll, and sports. Not to mention having a man call her Charlene instead of Charley all the time.

Vinnie started at the door several minutes before moving to watch the game with his bros. But his heart just wasn’t in it. All he could think about was the fact that Charley was on a date and the date wasn’t HIM.

2:45 a.m.
Vinnie sat on the couch glaring at the VCR clock. Worry and anger gnawed at his gut. Throttle and Modo at gone to bed long before, but Vinnie just couldn’t sleep without knowing Charley was home safe. Where was she?

He rose to his feet and began to pace back and forth across the darkened living room. He didn’t like it, not one bit. It wasn’t like Charley to be so late. When she said she’d be back at eleven she was back by eleven. He looked at the clock again. 2:53.

He sat down again, telling himself not to worry. She was probably having a good time with that guy. He probably took her to some fancy restaurant, where they park your car for you. Probably took her dancing, that ball room stuff. Vinnie made a face. Who would want to do stuff like that. Get all dressed up and eat fancy over priced food; then dance to music with absolutely no beat. Who in their right mind would want to do those kind of things?

That thought stopped him. Charley apparently wanted to do those things. This guy was taking her to do stuff she wanted and liked doing. Vinnie tried to remember the last time he took her somewhere she want to go, to do something she really want to do. He found he couldn’t come up with anything. He’d never taken her anywhere special before, or dome anything special with her. Jeeze, no wonder she was going out with this guy.

Why hadn’t he done those kind of thing for her? She deserved it. Heck, Charley only deserved the best; so why did he give her the best? Why did he treat her like on of the guys and expect her to fall all over him? He couldn’t think of an answer.

Vinnie looked at the clock again. The glowing digital numbers read 3:15 a.m. The knot of worry tightened in his gut. Where is she? Is she okay? If anything had happened to her I’ll ....

He headed towards the door to go find her himself when he heard a car approached. It was the same one that had picked Charley up earlier. Vinnie moved to a window and looked out.

The man got out of the car and opened the door for Charley. He offered her his hand to help her out. Vinnie gritted his teeth as she accepted his hand. The man held her hand as he escorted her to the door. When Vinnie saw them kiss good night he wanted to break something. How dare he put his hands on Charley? How dare he kiss her?!

Vinnie moved away from the window and stood by the door. The worry had diminished and the anger was taking over. Anger that she had let them --okay-- him worry like that. She could have at least called.

The front door opened and Charley entered. Alone. She closed the door quietly. Man, I hope the guys don’t find out I was out this late! I’ll never hear the end of it.

She didn’t see Vinnie standing there, silent and angry. She didn’t even notice someone was in the room, until as she walked to the stairs a low voice called out.

“Late night, Charley-girl?”

Damn!! Caught!! And by Vinnie -- this isn’t good. She thought.

She turned and saw Vinnie standing behind her, arm crossed. He looked angrier than she’d ever really seen him.

“Vinnie --?”

“Do you know what time it is, Charley?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“Uhmm-- midnight?” she squeaked out.

Vinnie griped her by he arm. “It’s 3:20, Charley.”

“Oh,”

“You said you’d be home by eleven Charley! I’ve been worried sick!!: He let her go, reigning down his anger.

“I’m sorry, Vinnie! I didn’t think anyone would wait up for me!” Charley protested, shocked at Vinnie sudden protectiveness.

“What were you doing out so late? Huh? I thought something had happened to you!! You could have called!!” he told her. “Anyway I don’t want you going out with this late again!”

Now Charley was angry. How dare Vinnie tell he what she could and could not do!!

“Wait just a minute, Vinnie! You aren’t my father! You aren’t even my brother!! So don’t pull this shit with me!! I’m a grown woman!! I can stay out as late as want with whoever I want!!” She hissed at him, trying not to yell.

Vinnie realized his words hadn’t come out right and tried for damage control.

“Charley -- babe--I didn’t mean --”

“How dare you tell me how to run my life, Vinnie!! What makes you think you have the right!!”

She turned and walked quickly up to her room. Vinnie was close behind her. “Sweetheart -- I’m sorry --it came out wrong-- I was worried --”

Charley yanked her door open and turned to glare at Vinnie.

“Well, Vincent, you’re just going to hafta worry again tomorrow night!! Cause I’m seeing Mike again, whether you like it or not!! Good Night!” And with that she shut the door in his face.

“Charley--”

Real smooth Vinnie! You had to go an open your big mouth!! You had to go and ruin it, didn’t ya?

Vinnie walked to his room, cursing himself as an idiot. He only hoped he could fix things with her in the morning. Until then he’d better try and get some sleep.

To be Continued

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