This story contains scenes of an adult nature, concerning to females, if this is likely to offend you or you are under the legal age for your country/state please do not read on.
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Mel
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It's always been you Roothy... Always you...
"What is it about her? What is this lustful passion I share with so many others.
Homosexuality is a sin...What could one woman possibly see in another?
What is this aching, yearning feeling of lonesome within me? Screaming. It wont let me rest, why does the feeling subside as soon as she walks into the room?"
Fighting the thoughts, Rooth rolled around in her bed, half awake...
Rooth was a writer. She came from a religious family and grew up in a small town along the coast and was an only child. She never had any attraction to men what so ever, she dated one in middle school though. He had thick glasses and wasn't very popular, but then again, neither was she. She was the perfect daughter. Has been a overachiever since the day she opened her eyes, and took her first breath.
Rooth had long black hair, a perpetual smile that always showed of her pearly white teeth. Smooth, flawless skin, a milky colour. Sparkling grey/blue eyes. She was about to turn 24 in a few months time. She was no model, and she wasn't petite or thin for that matter ,but surly did turn a few heads.
Rooth was far from home now. She couldn't breath at home, or that's what she told her religious parents. She had a job as a novelist at a magazine firm and made enough money to support herself and maybe one more. She lived in a small apartment though,
It was in the city and was crowded. She often had restless nights, because of the family that lived just above her, cropped up in one little apartment. If it wasn't them shouting at each other, or the kids crying, it was the couple just across the hall that couldn't stop fighting! But Rooth managed...
Finely she awoke. Stretching and yawning. Looked at her watch on the bed side just next to her bed lamp. There was a book as well, not a familiar book, just one that kept her busy on weekends.
"6am..." she mumbled to herself.
(sigh) "What am I going to do with myself today?" she finely managed to say after a long period of silence, just sitting up straight in her bed.
She got out of bed slowly and reluctantly. Went to her pinkish coloured bathroom and washed her face, brushed her teeth. Things she always did when getting up, I guess you can call it a habit.
She walked over to the window, overlooking most part of the city. It was still dark and she could only see little red, green, orange and yellow lights through the thick mist. Hear cares racing and people screaming, laughing and braking bottles.
"Possibly drunk, lazy, filthy people with no ambition in life." Her parents would have said.
She sat there for some time when suddenly she was startled by the sound of a smashing door and a screaming woman. She ran to the door and peeped out of the peephole. There she saw a young woman, about 20 or so. The woman could barely keep herself standing, her face was brushed. Then the woman fell to the ground crying.
Rooth could now only hear the angered voice from a male figure standing in the doorway, screaming at the top of his lungs. He was filthy and fat with a few tattoos on his upper arm. He looked like the typical `trucker'. He pointed his filthy finger at the woman a few more times before slamming the door close again.
Rooth stood there, overwhelmed by what she had just seen. Shacking. She felt so un save.
It was all quiet now and she could only hear her own breathing, and the sobs of the woman on the ground in the hallway.
"Should I help her? What if he comes looking for her? Why did they fight this time? It seemed serious this time round though... He threatened her for god's sake... I'm going to let her stay with me... But what if... Should I?"
Rooth couldn't make up her mind until it was made up for her.
knock, knock, knock
A weakened knock on the door.
Rooth didn't think twice before opening it though, she flung the door open. There stood the woman, crying, and talking in sobs. Rooth couldn't make out what she was saying so pulled her into the room slowly and carefully, not touching to hard. Locked the door after doing so.
"Should I call a house doctor or anything? I have a medical kit here though, could I get that for you?" Rooth asked concerned.
"No..." came a answer from the woman, she kept on shacking her head between sobs, and holding onto her stomach.
"Are you sure? I don't mind getting you anything, can I get you something to eat, drink, pills. Anything? Anything at all?"
Just another head shack...
Then came a bashing on the door. It startled them both... And the woman kept on saying: "don't open up... don't open up!"
But Rooth, knowing better, went to the door and opened it slightly.
"Yes?" she said calmly...
But there was nothing.
Then, just as she was about to close the door the man came rushing in and knocked the door open. He broke the lock in doing so. Rooth tried to stop him from coming any closer to the woman, but he knocked her out of the way, then hit her through her face. Rooth fell down to the ground, and soon everything turned dark...
Rooth waked up quite some time afterwards, not knowing exactly what had happened. It was well into day when she woke up. The cars outside was load , people where visible on the side walks. You couldn't even see the side walk to be frank about it.
"Ooo..." came her aching voice.
The door was closed. Her lock was broken though. The money that she hid in her fridge was gone and there was little blood droplets on her silk pyjama dress.
"Why the hell me! Try doing something nice for someone and look! Ahhhh!" Rooth screamed and walked to the bathroom frustrated and angered. Cleaned up and putted her dress in the laundry.
There was a little cut in her lip, and it was a bit bruised on her chin.
(sigh) "I cant press charges, he will come back for me if I did anything. And god knows what he might do to the woman..." Rooth wondered.
"I'm going to the library again... I wonder if she is going to be there again today..."
Rooth has been eyeing this woman at the library for quite some time now.
The woman was always there. She always had her reading glasses on, light brown hair, a bit curly. Greenish eyes and built like an athlete, except she had a few extra pounds, not really all that visible, and it didn't seem to show in her face at all. She had a slight tan and always wore pencil skirts and button T-shirts to go with the skirts. Then just to top it all of she put on some make up, not too much though...
"If she isn't going to be there, I might as well stay home. I wonder why she is there so much..." Rooth thought again as she putted on the last peaces of clothing.
The woman started coming in about two months ago every weekend. Rooth was attracted to her from the first time they spoke... well not exactly spoke.
(Rooth let a book drop at the counter once and the woman was behind her and picked it up before Rooth could even think of it to bend. She flashed a smile by Rooth and went on reading her book. Rooth stood still looking at the woman for some time, studying her unknowingly, until the librarian cleaned out her through to get Rooth's attention. Startled Rooth almost drop the other tree as well!)
She got into her car and headed for the library.
When she arrived there, she quickly got out and headed in.
When she came into the small room she looked and studied the room thoroughly hoping to see the woman again.
But nothing...
She then went in reluctantly getting herself a book, not even looking what the heading was she grabbed one and sat down at her spot to read some, or at least pretend she was reading some...
It was already 4pm and no sign what so ever of her mystery woman. She glanced over the room once more, over the shelves and books. Over a few peoples faces, students perhaps.
It was a spacious room, and the librarian was strict. The room was a little dark and had a old fashion taste to it, there was dust on the windows up high and on some of the books as well.
Rooth didn't like big places, so this place was perfect. Here everything was quiet and not as crowded as her apartment, here wasn't people trying to be the best in everything they did, or tried to stand out to impress others. Here people could be themselves.
As Rooth got up to go home, the woman walked in. Rooth suddenly stuck dump and didn't know weather she should go get another book or what she had to do, just froze. Staring at the woman walking in. the woman soon realized that Rooth was staring and smiled. That's when Rooth's cheeks flushed up and turned hot red with embarrassment...
Rooth walked into the book cases again. To try and find a suitable book and to hide from the woman she had been eyeing for so long.
"This is just damn great! I come here to talk to her, then I decide to hide instead. I swore that I was gone at least say hi or something... I had so much confidence... what the hell now?"
"Hi..." came a soothing, calm voice from over her shoulder.
Startled Rooth jumped backwards a little, knocking the woman in her face.
Rooth turned around as quick as she could and tried to explain and apologising along the way.
"I'm so sorry. It was an accident, I'm so clumsy. I am really, really, really sorry. I...I...I..." she startled...
Then their eyes met and locked. It was looking into the eyes of a long lost friend, lover even. The woman's eyes where soft and had a tender touch to them.
"It is quiet aright." The woman assured Rooth.
Then out of no where the librarian appeared.
"Would you two lady's please be so kind to take you little chit chat elsewhere!" she shouted in a whispering voice.
But Rooth and the woman remained there, staring at the angry librarian.
Stuttering the woman assured the librarian they won't talk again and that it was just a little accident that made them talk a bit. Now there was a few people staring at the tree of them...
But the librarian was not convinced at all and asked them to please leave.
Embarrassed Rooth walked to the door slowly, not looking up. This had never happened to her before. She had never been asked to leave a damn library before.
When she finely reached her car she opened the door, pausing for a little time to think to herself... "This is not my day, this is definitely not my day..." then came a small sob as she was getting into the car.
For a while she just sat in her car. Then she hear a little knock on her window and again jumped a bit.
She looked up, expecting a hijacker or something standing by the window with a gun. But it was the angel, it was the woman with her assuring smile again.
Rooth quickly opened her door and got out...
Then came the woman's voice again, the same line the same tone and the same angelic melody when spoken...
"Hi..." she said with a smile.
"H...Hi" Rooth stuttered again.
"Sorry for getting us kicked out there, the old witch must be having one of `those' days again... or maybe she had been having it the last few years..." said the woman jokingly.
Rooth couldn't help but to giggle at that.
"Yes, she is pretty mean at times. But I love reading there. Its... its quiet."
"Indeed so. I've noticed you around there a lot. You love reading then?"
"If you only knew..." Rooth thought to herself, but soon blurted out some ells.
"Yes."
"Oh, well that's okay then." Said the woman. She putted her hand on the door and moved around it so she was in front of Rooth.
Everything got quiet, and it was as if they where talking with their eyes now... communicating with their souls...
Rooth began to shake a bit and her breathing picked up.
"My name is Abagale, but for you it is Abby..."
"Oh, that's a very pretty name... mine is just plain, Rooth..."
"Well, well, well then plain Rooth, how about going somewhere with me, since I have the day off. If your busy it is quiet fine, I am new in this city though and wont mind going out no and then... actually, I don't really get to go out much, I'm working at the law firm and I'm really busy most of the time. But yeah, (sigh) we all need to make a living..." Abby explained.
"Sure we can, but look at the time. It is almost dark and I still have a peace I have to write for the magazine I'm working at. Maybe you can come to my place and we can drink something there?" Rooth said, but hesitated with the last sentence.
"No, I guess your right, it is getting late... maybe another time then?" Abby said.
"Okay..." Rooth said disappointed.
Before Rooth car Abby grabbed her by her upper arm, Rooby sqenshed her face, because there was a bruise on her arm as well.
"Wait!" Abby said, then realized she was hurting Rooth.
"God, I'm sorry, I didn't know I grabbed you so tight, I'm so sorry, I don't go around hurting people like that, I'm really sorry!" Abby exclaimed.
"No, no, no it is okay... I'm fine." Rooth smiled.
"Can I ask you something that might be personal Rooth?"
"Er, er... okay?" Rooth said hesitating.
"What bruise is that cheek and the cut in you lip? Did someone hurt you? Was it a man? Was it someone you know? I can help you sue them you know... I am a lawyer after all..." said Abby concerned. And with that touching the bruises lightly, to inspect them.
"No, it isn't someone I know, and it is okay, I don't want to sue..." Rooth said looking down.
Abby lifted Rooth's head... "Listen, I have worked with these cases quiet a lot. Is it your husband?"
"No, no, no..." Rooth said and began to sob again, remembering the events of the morning.
"Owww, come here. Hush now, hush now..."
Abby pulled Rooth closer to comfort her, not in a sexual way, in a caring way, like a friend would have done. She rocked Rooth back and forth, back and forth.
"Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh now. Its okay. It will be fine." Abby assured Rooth.
Rooth then looked up. It happened this morning. I was... and then I woke up to find my damn money for the month stolen." Rooth told Abby the hole story. It was already dark and no one was in the parking space anymore.
"Will you be needing anything? Do you have friends around the building? Can I do anything to help?" Abby was getting worried, she didn't want anything to happen to this little sweet woman, she wanted to protect Rooth. They had just met but yet she felt like she knew Rooth so long and that she could tell her anything at all.
They where still in hugging position to their surprise.
Rooth quickly let go of Abby and stood a few steps back.
Abby noticing how Rooth looked guilty, but didn't say a word.
"Here is my phone number, call if the bastard comes back. Call if u need anything, and by that I mean anything! Soup, cream, video's or even a new toothbrush... okay?"
Rooth giggled. "Okay, okay I will, and here is mine if you need company."
"Thanks" Abby smiled.
"No. Thank you." Came a replay.
(Three weeks later)
ring, ring, ring
"Hello, this is Rooth speaking." Rooth answered the phone.
"Hi..." came a soft voice flouting through the phone.
"How are you?" Abby asked.
"Erm... I am quiet fine. Who is this?" Rooth asked curious.
"Ha ha ha!" Abby laughed.
"Hey! I'm serious now, come on. Do tell, do tell!" Rooth giggled.
"Ok Ill give you one guess..." Abby said jokingly.
"Hummm, you sound almost just like my one co-worker... but I think you're the lady from the library... Am I right?" Rooth said exited and curious.
"Well, I've never been the type to be called `lady from the library', but that's quite all right... and yes it is Abby." Abby said and smiled.
"Oh! Hello Abby. How are you? I'm okay and making dinner."
"No, I'm fine. I just though that I might drop you a line and see what you are up to...What are you cooking?"
"Well I'm not up to much as you can hear. I almost finished my novel for the month though... I'm not cooking, I'm making a potato casserole."
"Sounds absolutely lovely! What is your novel about? Anything interesting?"
"Well, it is about `what woman want from men..."
"Ha ha ha! Your joking with me right?" Abby said jokingly and laughing.
"No, I'm serious. What's so funny?" Rooth said half disgusted.
"No, it is nothing... How much did you right? Because you could have written that in one word if you wanted to make it easy for yourself..." Abby explained.
"Oh yes? And what might that `one word' have been?"
A short silence, the Abby's laughter broke it.
"N... ha ha ha... no... ha ha ha NOTHING! Ha ha ha." Abby said between gasps for air.
"Ha ha ha, how true!" Rooth joined in the laughter.
"No, I'm serious, what do you' want from them?" Abby asked, expecting Rooth to replay with something like love' or `comfort'...
But to her surprise Rooth didn't.
"Well... Er... My casserole is burning, hold on!" Rooth said in a hurry.
"Could it be something I said? Did I go to far? Was she offended? Shit! What am I going to say once she gets back!" Abby panicked.
"Hello? My casserole almost burned! Thank goodness it didn't... what where you asking me again?" Rooth said, trying to catch her breath again.
"Oh, I was just asking if you where planning anything tonight." Abby said trying to save herself.
"Hummm, well not quiet. But I have already putted on my casserole."
Silence once again.
"Okay then, maybe another time... Bye" Abby said trying to hide the tone of disappointment in her voice.
"Wait!" Rooth said as quick as she could, but it was to late. Abby had already hung up.
"Why did I even bother to call her? Aggg! Why am I being so stupid! Why do I feel like a damn teenager again? Maybe she isn't even lesbian. I mean look at her! Maybe I should let it go... yeah I'm letting it slide. I'm going out to celebrate my promotion on my own then... yeah that could be fun as well, couldn't it?" Abby tortured herself with the questions.
Abby got her coat and was out the door in a matter of seconds.
"Maybe I should call her and ask her if she wanted to come over and have dinner here... yeah it will save her the hassle anyways." Rooth though for a few minutes time standing in front of the oven.
ring, ring, ring
ring, ring, ring
ring, ring, ring
"Nothing..." Rooth said as she putted down the telephone.
Disappointed, Rooth went and laid out the table for one... as usual...
(Next day)
Abby woke up with one hell of an headache, wishing she hadn't drunk so much.
"Ooo... Why did I have to stick around for `just one more'?"
She got out of bed and got ready for work.
"Maybe I should take a vacation... But if I where to do that, with whom? (sigh)" Abby talked to herself a lot, but she had been doing even more so, meeting the woman from the library.
Yawning like she always did and stretching Rooth got out of bed and went to the bath room.
"Hummm, the cut is away. Maybe its time to plug a few eyebrow hairs again."
(sigh)
As she brushed her silky black hair in front of the mirror, she started talking to her reflection pretending it was Abby. "Hey you." Then she bit her lip, turning a bit to the side so she could see her breasts in a perfect shape, and she twisted a bit so that her tummy wont show any roles. Her blue silky dress was the perfect size for showing of those curves. "How are you? Ha ha ha I'm thank you. I was just wandering if you wanted to have dinner at my place..." she raised her eyebrow looking at the mirror seductively and twirled one of her hair strands around her finger.
Just as she was to begin with a new sentence, there was a knock on the door. A impatient knock. She was startled by the banging and she jolted straight up, she straitened her dress out as she walked to the door, rapping some clothes around herself in the process.
"Coming damnit!" she yelled frustrated with the close that keeps falling off.
She flung open the door and there stood the apartment owner.
"Oh... er... Hi Misses Taylor... Er, what brings you here on such a fine day?" Rooth asked.
"Oh, don't flatter yourself little one." The old lady said mockingly.
"I just came by to tell you that the rent is going to have to come in early this month, on the count of me wanting to go on vacation soon. Okay?" said the old lady with a grin.
"Miss.. er, er, er... I... I kind of..." Rooth struggled but soon was interrupted.
"No excuses now... Bye." The old lady turned around and walked of.
"No... Oh heck. What am I going to do? Ask to lend money at the firm? I cant possibly do that, I might lose my job if they think I'm planning to make it a habit." Rooth got quiet. Thinking again. Worrying like she always did.
"Maybe I should try and get a second job, and maybe I should stop putting all my money in the fridge, thinking no one would ever find it. Clearly I was proved wrong there..."
Rooth got ready to go to the library. This would be her last trip to the library for the weekend, seeing it was Sunday already.
As Rooth sat in the library reading a old fashioned book like she use to do, she noticed a figure sitting itself on the other end of the table. Rooth thought it was just another high school boy looking for some attention, seeing the figure didn't have anything to read and was just sitting there staring at her. She lifted her head a bit, so that she could see over her reading glasses.
"Hi..." came the voice flouting again.
"Hey..." smiling with joy in her eyes, seeing Abby again was just what she needed to feel powered up again.
"And what are you reading?" Abby asked, but not with all that much concern.
"Oh, nothing really..." Rooth was never really reading anything. It was always just some book.
"You do realize it is a poetry book your reading, don't you?" Abby asked, wondering if Rooth found poetry as the voice of all emotion as well.
"Oh yes, of course I do. I find that poetry exclaims all emotion, its funny how all the little details form a hole new world." Rooth looked at her. Her eyes where pure, filled with lust but yet had a fine touch of tenderness and caring devotion.
Abby smiled... A soft, but yet knowing smile, I smile that had once been broken by love. They say that love can heal and mend all wounds. It is true. But what if it was love that caused the wounds in the first place... isn't that the flaw in love?
Then why risk getting bruised, if the only thing that can heal you, is the thing that bruised you in the first place?
"Read me some..." Abby whispered, looking at Rooth with a sudden desperation in her voice.
Rooth didn't hesitate for even as much as a moment, it was as if she understood just by looking at Abby.
"What do you want me to read?" Rooth said unsure.
"There is a lot, they aren't written by popular writers though..."
"It doesn't matter..." Came a replay.
"Okay..." Rooth looked at her for a last moment.
Then she begun...
"Heavenly Rose..."
"Yet her screams still echo now and then,
For when she fell, the deep blue, poured its deluge of tears,
And the deep waters tremble and clash down with fears...
She came clashing down with all her might,
That's when it happened... the earth struck with dark light.
And in the sheltered whisper, she struck her roots deep into the moist ground...
Lightning, driving its shattering groans into the divine earth forts fully,
The pedals of her strong steal responding to it wistfully...
The despair and anxiety had forced upon her steal,
Poisoning thorns to reveal...
She does not shiver to the winter breeze,
Yet all around her, nature is at unease...
The Angelic Rose, gift from above,
Shall forever be divine in admiring eyes,
But her world still feeds upon lies...
The Angelic Rose given to thee,
Her, it shall forever be..."
Cleaning out her throat. Abby came with a replay. "Thank you."
"Your welcome..." Rooth said soft and with a soothing voice.
"Do you want to go do something with me now?" Abby blurted out.
Their eyes still locked.
"Yes... Of course..." Rooth said in a trance.
"Okay, lets go." Abby stood up noisily and putted out her hand to Rooth.
Rooth reached for her hand, and their fingers intertwined as soon as their palms met.
Rooth looked at their hands for a moment.
"This is how lovers hold hands, this is... is... wrong." Rooth pulled away her hand.
Abby looked instantly. They where still walking towards their cars.
"What's wrong? Abby asked as she stopped.
"I don't know if I can do this." Rooth said feeling a lump in her throat.
"Okay..." came a whispering voice.
"Maybe I shouldn't come over." Abby said, it almost sounded like she had given up on everything at this point.
"Why not?" Rooth said with frustration and confusion.
"Because okay! Just because!" Abby swung around and began walking towards her car in a haste.
Rooth stood looking at her.
"Come back here!" Rooth said angrily.
Abby so surprised that this little lady was ordering her around, turned around instantly, looking at her with tears dwelling in her eyes.
Abby had a lot of restless nights, since the first time she saw Rooth. Abby was well into her 30's. But still she felt like a stupid little teenage girl around Rooth.
Abby walked towards Rooth. She stopped right in front of Rooth, Abby was a good 3 inches taller then her.
"What?!" Abby said impatiently.
"I can make a mean Italian soup..." Rooth said proudly.
Abby gave her a light smile. "Are you going to let me taste it?"
"Yes... I might even feed you." Rooth said giggling.
They both had a good giggle, lifting the tension and filling up with joy once again.
"May I please hold your hand now fair lady Rooth?" Abby said, not waiting for a replay. She took Rooth's hand and slid her fingers through Rooth's hand once more.
Rooth reacted to her touch, and smiled looking up into the eyes of the lady from the library.
They drove home, each in their own car. Rooth, leading Abby to her apartment.
Once they reached the apartment, Rooth had cleared her mind and was thinking straight again.
"Its not much, but its home." She said half embarrassed by her small apartment.
"No, no, no silly. I actually think it is quite nice... so cosy..." Abby indicated my rapping her arms around herself and wiggling a bit. Then giggled seeing Rooth's expression.
"You're a silly old cow, you know that?" Rooth laughed.
"Oh I'm a cow now am I?" Abby asked as she began to tickle Rooth.
Rooth began to laugh uncontrollably. Abby liked her laughter, she though it was the cutest laugh she had ever heard.
Short after long they where both laying on the couch and laughing, Abby was on top of Rooth still tickling her.
Then they got quiet and the room filled up with a silent poise.
Abby still on top of Rooth, looking in to her eyes. She loved Rooth's eyes... every time she looked in to them, she felt as if Rooth could have seen everything, she was exposed and it made her feel venerable.
"Abby..." Rooth whispered.
"Yes, Rooth..." came the voice again.
"Kiss me..." as Rooth said those words, she placed her hand on Abby's neck and pulled her in closer.
Abby rested on her elbows. Her legs where spread, each leg on the other side of Rooth's right leg.
Rooth lifted her leg so that it would touch Abby... doing so, Abby gasped, and soon met Rooth's lips.
Abby kissed her lightly, then a bit harder, slipping her tong into Rooth's mouth.
Then it came with a loving twirl. Rooth stuck her tong into Abby's mouth as deep as she possibly could, then swirled her tong around. Soon their tong's where dancing in each others mouths.
Abby begun making light sounds as Rooth's leg begun to make a constant rhythm with her leg.
Abby started to rhythm with Rooth, their body's was beginning to rub up against each other.
Their breasts where hardening as they each had little jolts of excitement running through their veins. Soon all you could hear was pleasurable moans and breathing picking up pace as each intimate stroke stimulated them both.
...
Rooth woke up about 9pm.
"Abby?" she asked as she sat up rubbing her eyes.
Nothing...
"Abby?" she said a little loader.
Then jumping up...
"Abby!" she started walking through the house.
"Come on! Abb's... No more jokes..."
Then she saw a peace of paper on the coffee table. She grabbed it and read:
Dear Rooth.
I had to go to a emergency meeting about the case I am working on.
I am sorry I didn't wake you up, I couldn't bare waking up such a pretty angel as yourself.
I will be back tomorrow night at 7pm, meet me at the corner restaurant on Preville street. It is quiet the special place I hear, has the old blues playing and the romance flouting in the air, you can practically reach out and grab the essence of love at this particular place... or that's what I heard, anyways, I would love to go there with you.
I hope you don't regret what we did this afternoon... I didn't.
And listen, I think the world of you, I just don't know how to tell you in person...
I can only show you through my touch.
Love
Xxx
Abb's
Rooth began to tear up reading these words... she lingered on the last one... love...
knock, knock, knock
"Coming!" Rooth yelled while fixing up.
Opening the door to find no one standing in front of her. She leaned out and looked both ways before noticing the box of chocolates and the red roses sitting there, waiting for her to pick it up.
Rooth's smile grew bigger by the second, picking it up... "No card..."
She smiled even bigger.
Her eyes lightened up and her day just seemed to grow brighter by the second.
(Abby at office...)
"Abagale can you please find those documents on the Parkonson's case for me?" yelled Abby's boss from her office, just across the hall from Abby.
"Sure... But I don't know where Laura placed them... It might still be with the Parkonson's..." Abby yelled back.
"Well find out!" Screamed her boss again.
Her boss was a woman that thought the world belonged to her. She made no secrete of it.
"Okay..." Abby yelled, mumbling after words.
As Abby went through all the documents on her desk, she could only think about tonight. The night she would tell Rooth that she had fallen for her.
"Is it too soon? Maybe I should give it a few months or so... Maybe I should leave it... This could end up in one big disaster for all I know. Another heart brake!
Why do I feel as if I love her? We only kissed last night... Why was a kiss all I needed from her to feel complete? Why did I usually need more with my previous lovers? This is only `in love' after all. Or is it?" Abby battled with herself, then started scribbling out a poem on her note pad...
"I want to reach out and grab you,
Pull you in closer,
Hold you tight...
Protect you.
You are my everything,
My beginning,
My end.
I want to reach out the caring hand,
Wipe your tears away,
I want to offer that shoulder of comfort.
I want to be your hero in the dark light,
I want to be the one you confide in,
the one you curl up next to, till morning bright.
I'd like to make your bad days seem just fine,
Hell! If got to make you mine..." then she was interrupted by her boss again.
"Did you find it yet?" yelled her boss.
Abby startled.
"No, I am still looking, it doesn't seem to be here." She lied.
"Well hurry up damn it! Its not like we have the hole damn month you know!" Her boss yelled impatiently...
"Okay!" Abby yelled back aggravated.
Then scribbled on...
"I'm not much of a poet, but these simple words I need to say:
When I'm not near or with you,
The trees only have whispers of sorrow,
saying your name.
The rain looses its glitter,
and only leaves inside me,
a feeling so bitter.
The sun shines,
But losses its flaming glow.
The streets overwhelmed by lovers and children all about,
Soon fills up with gleaming shadows in the dark,
And whispering eyes, filled with only the mist of lies..."
"Hummm, what can I say next? Hummm." Abby pondered.
Twirling a strand of her hair around her pen, then nibbling on her lower lip.
"Got it!" She yelled exited.
"You found the documents?" her boss exclaimed happily.
"Ummm... Er... No, er... Oops, well what do you know. It wasn't them. Sorry."
Abby saved herself.
Then went on scribbling the rest of her poem...
"There is so much I need to tell you,
So much you need to know,
But in my silence,
The feeling seems to grow..."
"Yes." She said to herself.
"That's it... exactly it..." she thought proudly to herself.
"If I could, I would pat myself on the back right now..." she thought, smiling broadly.
(Back in Rooth's apartment.)
She stared at the flowers for some time before putting them in a vase.
"I wonder what she's doing now. I wonder if she is thinking of me. What am I even wearing tonight." Rooth begun to worry about what she would be wearing tonight.
"I should go shopping... Hummm... Yeah! Why not?" Rooth smiled... Then she realized she had no money to go shopping.
Her smile faded along with the idea.
"Maybe I should just say I cant go... No, no, no! I'm not going to let a little thing like a new dress get in my way of seeing her." Rooth encouraged herself.
(Abby's office.)
Abby stood up and closed her door. (Sigh)
"Hummm, I think she might be the last one I give a shot. After all, I am getting a bit sick of heart aches. If this one doesn't work out, I'm done with this hole love thing. She made me write a poem... that hasn't happened in quite some time really..." Abby wondered by herself, questioning, fighting and even dismissing the fact that she might really love Rooth. She kept staring out of her city view window. Overlooking all the grey buildings. Factory's, Shopping centrums, big malls and just buildings filled with millions of people, thinking, loving embracing life and just simply living...
"It hasn't been long enough for me to know yet, or was it? Arggg! She drives me out of my mind, even when I'm not with her. Oh dear Roothy, what am I going to do if you don't feel the same? What ever shall I do... the last one just walked out, for no good reason even. I loved Elma, or was it just a crush? Oh god! I'm too confused for this all!" Abby almost began to tear up with all these overwhelming thoughts, but she was interrupted...
Abby couldn't help but to feel as if she was going to be losing Rooth soon. Just like Elma. Just like that.
After Elma walking out of her life, three months before she moved for her job.
Saying long distance relationships never work out... she wrote her last poem, until now...
Abby always found comfort in writing... she even had the poem she wrote Elma in her file, where she kept all her poetry and drawings. Abby just loved to pour herself into her drawings, but even more so, express herself in poetry.
She was about to reach for the poem she wrote Elma, just to read it again... remind her of why she is moving on. To give her strength and the courage to move on.
Then...
knock, knock, knock
Looking up instantly... Abby felt her heart stop. A burning, yearning sensation filled her lungs. She found it hear to swallow what seemed to be... air...
"Elma..." she said in disbelieve.
Abby sat down, covering her face.
"What are you doing here... How did you know where I was? How did you get here?" Abby asked her with a aching tone in her voice.
"I want you back Abby baby. I miss you, and I love you. I realize now what I want... and that is you. I've been lonely without you. I care for you and we can make this work after all you know. I really want to try... give me just one chance Abby baby. I'm begging you. Please..." Elma looked at Abby and moved around the tale quickly.
She leaned in to kiss Abby, but Abby pulled away. Tearing up...
"Go... just go..." Abby whispered.
"Abby baby. Don't do this to us." Elma pleaded.
"Can you just go Elma. Please. Don't make this hard for me." Abby said crying.
"No! I'm not going anywhere, until I know where you live and what your number is..." Elma demanded.
Abby took out a pencil and wrote her down all her details.
"Go now, please." Abby whispered through sobs, looking down.
"Thank you Abby baby. I will fix it. I swear to you. I'll fix it all..." Elma said hugging Abby around her shoulders. Then walking out reluctantly.
Abby wiped her face and pulled herself together...
"Why Elma? Why now? Please don't do this to me. I cant handle this." Abby thought and took out the poem. Reading it through slowly...
"Watching you go...
As the last leave fell from a summer tree,
so did the tears that had become perpetual,
as the last warm breeze swept through my soul,
you walked slowly towards the door...
As a moment in time had become an eternity,
so did the verdant grow to become grey and forsaken,
this, a picture only to be found in nightmares, lost dreams,
you opened the door, not looking back, ignoring my screams...
As the touch of a tender hand becomes violent,
as the voice of and angel becomes a screeching noise.
As accidence takes lives from innocents,
and memories become sour and devour pleasant dreams...
You walked out,
out of my life...
Every step you took,
A bit of life withdrew from my body,
Every breath you took,
drained my soul...
Every laughter you had without me by your side,
a piece of me would crumble to the ground.
A new coming leave would grow,
A cold breeze would flow.
And I still stare at the door, you last touched..."
She putted down the poem, staring at it laying in front of her on her desk.
"I'm not ready to tell Rooth how I feel yet. I need some time to think. Maybe we can just have dinner at my place tonight. Yes..." Abby mumbled as she blew out her nose, then dialling Rooth.
Ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring...
"Hello, this is Rooth speaking..."
Abby smiled for a little while.
"Hello? Is this some kind of prank call?" Rooth asked irritated.
"Ha ha ha! No... It is just me..." Abby said with a smile.
"Well hey there you! Er... did you send me those flowers? Oh and thank you for the letter... I'll tresure it always..." Abby said, stuttering as she said the last bit...
"Oh damn! I cant say that! She might think I love her already... then she wont want me anymore... then she'll know she practically owns me!" Rooth thought in panic.
"Oh no, no, no... it was nothing... I'm sorry for leaving you there... I just... just..." Abby got interrupted.
"Yes you already said so." Rooth said giggling.
"Listen, I called about our date..." Abby got half way.
Rooth went into panic again. "She is cancelling it! I can believe she doesn't want to see me anymore! Why! Is it because I said I loved her letter? Am I to fat? Am I too needy? I cant remember being needy..."
"Oh, your cancelling our date? It is okay... I understand your really busy and all of that...er... er... it is okay..." Rooth said feeling her heart sink down to her stomach.
"No, no, no..." Abby tried to explain.
"No, its okay... I've found this really great book I want to start reading anyways..." Rooth said lying. She was truly disappointed and felt like dieing at that point.
"Oh... er... you have? Well that's okay then... ummm, see you around then wont I?" Abby said with disgust.
"Okay..." Rooth whispered, then plugged down the phone.
"Its me... I'm just not all that for her... why was I even stupid enough to think she would be pleased with someone like me?" Rooth thought angrily, then begun crying...
She walked to the flowers on the dinner table.
"I hate all this crap damn it! Why cant I just find happiness... Why... Why..." Rooth grabed the roses and threw them against the wall. The vase broke and all the water spilled over the kitchen floor.
Rooth walked to her room as quick as she possibly could, and avoiding the water.
"I'm sick of all you! This was the last damn straw! What?! Am I not good enough Abby!?" Rooth yelled, while she got a bottle of wine out of her closet.
"This bottle is to celebrate... isn't that so dear momy!? This bottle is suppose to be for the day I get married, isn't that so momy!? Well surprise... Ha ha ha..." Rooth laughed as she cried and yelled out.
Her mother bought that bottle of wine when she was born, and said it was for the day she got married.
Not after long Rooth was quiet. The setbacks was getting to hard for her, and the only time she really felt happy was the little time she got to be with Abby. And now it seemed Abby didn't want her anymore. She was on her couch, the radio was on, playing Tina Turner: "Your simply the best!"
Rooth couldn't help but to sing along, a few of notes here and there, but she thought it was pretty damn good...
knock, knock, knock
Rooth hear the door, but after her little celebration, she wasn't really up to opening the door.
"Rooth!"
She hear someone screaming from outside.
"Yeeeeees!" Rooth yelled joyfully...
"Open up Rooth... Its Abby..." Abby yelled, she noticed that Rooth wasn't acting her prim and proper self.
Rooth was quiet now.
"Are okay Rooth? Come open the door..." Abby said with consirn...
Silence... all that could be heard was the radio playing...
Then Abby noticed the door wasn't even locked... so she went in...
"Rooth?" Abby started looking.
"Rooth? Where are you? Are you okay? What happened?" Abby got scared.
"Oh god... why is she doing this? Was it something I said? So much for reading her damn interesting book eh? Abby muttered.
Then Abby saw the bottle of wine laying on the couch, and the flowers on the floor.
"Rooth! God damn it! Where are you?" Abby started looking for her in haste now...
Abby came rushing into the bedroom. Rooth was already passed out on her bed.
"Oh, thank god you are okay..." Abby said with a sigh.
Rooth laid there in her working clothes.
Abby got onto the bed, and cuddled with Rooth. Rooth was laying with her back towards Abby, so Abby putted her arms round Rooth and warmed her up.
"You know Roothy... I was worried about you." Abby spoke into her ear.
"Okay..." Rooth said sleepy.
"I know we don't know each other all that good. But I have never felt like this... I really do like you. I know you think I'm ridiculous, but I cant help this... I think you might be the one for me, I think it everyday. I even dream about you at night." Abby confessed everything, she knew Rooth wouldn't remember it and that Rooth was sleeping."
....
....
Abby woke up.
Rooth was still in the same position she was in the night before.
Abby went to the kitchen to put on the cettle and clean most of the things up before Rooth woke up.
She picked up the flowers from the floor and washed out some dishes when she found a few pills in the sink...
Then she looked in the kitchen cabarets to see if she could find anything strange about pills, and soon found another few pills laying around a pill box...
"Rooth?!" Abby called out loudly.
Nothing...
"Rooth?!" then Abby ran to the room as fast as she possibly could...
She grabbed Rooth and shacked her. Rooth was cold and she had a lighter colour in her face then what she normally had.
"Roothy baby wake up... please... please... Oh, god please... Roothy! Rooth!" Abby fell to the ground...
"Roothy! Roothy!" Abby whispered her name while rocking back and forth, back and forth...
(29 years later)
Abagale had bought the library she had met Rooth in. She became a rich writer.
She had told herself that Rooth was the one... and until this day, Rooth still was.
She had with Rooth something she had never had, and she treasured it... Just like Rooth would have treasured that letter...
Abagale stood on the sea shore as she slowly pulled out the poem she had written Rooth. The paper was half dirty, and torn at some places. It was still good enough to read though. Then Abagale read the poem one last time, before going home...
"Home." A funny place to call it really... how could you possibly call a place home, if you have never seen it... but she knew that Roothy would be home, waiting for her...
Melany Maritz...