Monday, January 10, 2011
Peek Int MY BROKEN VALENTINE
My Broken Valentine
The night over Laval was glorious. The moon, like a beautiful pie in the sky, was flanked by large, bright stars. The trees danced slightly in the breeze—perfect breeze. From the trees near-by the sound of insects could be hears along with the soft flow of water. The fire crackled sending small sparks upward and illuminating the two teenagers as they sit beside each other in a strange kind of silence. Their hands were clasp in their laps, heads bowed and knees pressed shut.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that,” David whispered. “But I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I tried—I really did…Chase please. Say something.”
When his friend still didn’t reply, David reached a hand to Chase’s shoulder. Chase jerked away as if he’d been slapped.
“Jesus! Chase!” David’s voice cracked slightly. “All I said was that I loved you! There’s no reason to—”
“Don’t say that!” Chase snapped. Getting up, glaring at David. “Don’t you ever fucking say that again!” He backed away slowly.
“I-I can’t deal with this. I can’t…” he trailed off and took of running through the trees.
David sat there, staring after his friend. He knew he’d lost his best friend but he truly didn’t think Chase would react like that. He bowed his head, staring into the fire, trying to wrap his brain around what had happened. Chase was gay—he’d admitted to that years ago. Then what was the problem?
Even after David snuggled alone in his sleeping bag later that night, he still hadn’t figured it out. But as the sun rose for morning, an exhausted David found his answer in the ripples of a near by stream—David wasn’t good enough for Chase’s wealthy. The thought slammed into him like a truck. He gasped for air and remained where he was until the sun began going down again. He packed both his and Chase’s things and lugged them the Gentle C ranch. Knocking on the front door, David waited.
“Morning Dave,” Mr. Dupré opened the door. “You here to see Chase?”
“I’m sorry, but he’s gone.”
Chase’s father blinked like he was holding back some tears. “Paris. He got into that fancy university he’s always been talking about.”
The truth was, David had never heard Chase said anything about leaving—ever. His plan was to go to the university one town over so he could stay in Laval; which meant Chase had been planning to leave for at least a year and said nothing to him about it. Nodding, David staggered from the front porch, leaving everything behind. Arnold Dupré yelled after him but he couldn’t seem to stop himself for what little brain power he had left was used to carry him home. He rushed by his mother and fell face first onto his bed. Tears—actual tears flowed down his cheeks. He hadn’t cried over anything since he was about five and his father died. He buried his face into his pillow.
“Davie?” his mother’s soft voice called but he didn’t move.
He felt even worse when she walked in and sat down on the side of his bed.
“Dave? Arnold Dupré just called. He said you left your stuff over at the Gentle C…said he was worried because you didn’t take some news well.”
Still he didn’t move until she reached a hand out and caressed his head. He lited his face then and saw it the moment his mother’s face changed. He cried harder and flew into her arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and sighed when she finally held him back.
“He’s gone mom,” David sobbed. “I told him and he’s gone.”
“Oh Sweetie.” She caressed his head. “Arnold told me Chase left for Paris—but he’ll be back…right?”
David lifted his head to look at his mother and shook his head. “I don’t think so. He didn’t even tell me he was planning on leaving. I was his best friend and he said nothing. Trust me mom, he has no plans on coming back because I disgusted him. He couldn’t even look at me. I touched his shoulder and it was almost like he couldn’t stand the thought of me.”
“I’m sure that wasn’t it—it couldn’t be. You two have been friends since you were in diapers.”
“Well, you weren’t there, Mom. You didn’t see what he did. He took off so fast you would think I told him I wanted to elope and have two point five kids.”
“But you do want to elope and have two point five kids,” she said in a soft voice.
David looked up at her to see that she was smiling at him and couldn’t help the mirth that played about his lips.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now come on. I picked up some fish at the market yesterday. I’ll fry them with some festivals and we can have dinner in the sunroom. It’ll make you feel better.”
David didn’t see how, but he knew his mother. She was determine, especially when it came to him and his well being. He nodded just to see a smile pass over her features, hugged her again and released her.
“One day mom,” David whispered hugging her once more. “I’ll get you a real sunroom. You’ll see.”
“I know sweetie.” She caressed his face. “I know.”
After she left him, a framed picture caught his eyes. It was of him and Chase—the two had their arms wrapped around each others shoulders, dressed in tuxedos and had the biggest grins on their faces. It was taken only a year before at his mother’s graduation from university. He thought they were happy but that picture just spoke of the lie that had been happening ever since then. Anger surged through him and he charged down the stairs, breezed by his mother and grabbed a couple of black garbage bags. Climbing the stairs again, he slammed his door behind him and proceeded to dump everything and anything that reminded him or Chase or had anything to do with Chase. Trophies, books, CDs, ribbons, even the one of a kind AC/DC poster Chase had designed for his birthday was a victim of the purge. By the time David stopped, the first bag was so heavy, he knew there was no way he’d be able to bring it down the stairs.
Opening the glass doors of his room, he tied the mouth of the bag, rolled it forward and shoved it out. He watched with a strange sense of satisfaction as the black blob hurtled downward and smashed into the ground with a terrifying crash.
“David!” his mother hollered up the stairs. He could hear worry in her voice.
“I’m fine mom!” he opened his bedroom door and replied. “Just—Chase cleaning.”
The delicious scent of Jamaican fried fish greeted him. A smile passed over his lips before he closed the door returning his attention to his room
Cleansing is good.