-Prisoner-
6
He closes the door and it's been adequately planned, *I* think. I jump on his back from where I was hiding behind the door. "GOTCHA!" I scream.
He lurches forward in surprise and YES- perfect. I've successfully tackled him to the bed.
"What are you DOING?" He questions as he struggles to get out from under me, but I've got him down- I've got his wrists above his head and my body on his back and he ain't goin' *anywhere*.
"Surprising you! Are you surprised?" I ask, firmly holding his wrists in place. "And… aincha glad ya gave me an extra key?"
"I think," he says, turning his head to the side so he can breathe. "I was sorta… imagining you sneaking in the middle of the night and wakin' me up with a blow job."
"Yeah, well… I like being unpredictable."
"*That* you are," he says. "So… whacha gonna *do* wit' me, now that ya got me here? 'Cause you *know* as soon as you let me go to strip, I'm gonna have you pinned to the floor while I fuck you."
"Hmm… I *know*… it poses a certain problem, don't it?" I whisper, sliding down his back a bit so I can kiss the back of his neck, while still keep my grip on his wrists.
"You switch spots wit' me and I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand for a *week*."
"Tempting," I laugh. "But… it's *my* turn. And I know what I want," I inform him.
"What?" He asks, a tinge of lust and curiosity in his voice. I glance up toward the head of his bed where I've already hung two bandanas. "OH HELL NO!" He screams as he tries to get up.
"Ohyes," I whisper with a laugh and then crawl up his body and make sure to lift his hands up so he rubs my sex when I crawl.
He jumps up and looks at me. "*No*," he says.
I shrug and say, "Fine. We can… cuddle."
And I watch his eyes take me in and I uncross my legs to let him peak under my extremely short skirt to the lace scrap between my legs that counts as a piece of clothing. His eyes run down my legs, covered in fishnet stockings, and rest on the heels that I'm wearing. "What are you… wearing?"
"Went shopping," I shrug. "But… I'ma go put my sweats on. And-" I say as I jump from the bed, but his arm catches my waist and yanks me into him.
I sigh into his mouth as he kisses me deeply, one hand burying itself in my hair and rubbing the back of my neck the way I like.
I catch his other hand as it tries to make its way under my skirt. "No, no, no… *my* way- or *nada*."
He looks into my eyes and sees that I *mean* it. "Evaaaaa…" he whines.
"Marshallll," I whine back while starting to stroke him through his pants.
"Shit, Eva-"
"Tú sabes lo que tiene que hacer," I whisper softly. He seems to really like when I speak Spanish during sex, which is good because… I tend to scream a lot in Spanish.
"C'mon, Eva," he says, trying to pull me toward the bed.
"If it *helps*- I've got a *big* surprise for you, but ya gotta trust me."
I guess that's what it comes down to. He doesn't trust me, which is why he gave me the ring. I mean- yeah- it was my birthday, but… I don't kid myself. The past few days- I've had a lot of time to think, after I had it out with my parents and they *begged* me to stay home so they'd know I was safe.
I *know* he gave it to me so I'd see it and remember him- sort of as a reminder that I'm his. So when I look down, and see my hand jerking some other guy off- I'd remember to whom I belong.
But that's cool. I wouldn't trust me either.
"Forget it," I say before pulling him toward me and crushing my mouth against his. He kisses *so* good- even though his lips are a bit on the small side- he knows what to do to drive me crazy. And his hands… I *love* his hands. I've always been a sucker for hands- slender fingers, his knuckles are defined and give him character and feel *so* good sliding in and out of me.
I pull his shirt up and off him and push his pants down. I start stroking him, but he stops me. "Stop," he says.
"Wh- what? C'mon, I need this," I say. I *hate* when he does this. Thinks he-
"What do you want me to do?"
I don't say anything. I'm silent. I *can't* say anything right now. I wasn't… expecting that.
"Eva, Baby, what do you want?"
Ohmygod. He's… I watch as he sits on the bed and slides back until he's laying back, propped up by pillows and he reaches up to hold the headboard near the bandanas. "This what you want?"
I nod.
"Then do it- before I change my mind."
HOLY SHIT!
I smile and move *very* quickly and secure his wrists with the bandanas. "Trust me," I whisper against his lips. He pulls on his wrists a bit. "Too tight?"
"Just right," he answers. "So… where's my surprise?"
I walk over to the stereo I brought with me and press play for track 5. The familiar beat picks up and I look at him. "Nine Inch Nails?" He asks. "That's my surprise?"
"No- *this* is," I say as I start to move my body to the music. I *love* this song. "You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you."
As my body moves I just close my eyes and let my hands wander, slowly unbutton my shirt, cover my belly. I bend over and drag my hands up my legs- I don't know. I just… lose myself in the music.
"HELP me! I broke apart my insides. HELP ME! I've got no soul to sell. HELP ME! The only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself…"
I push my skirt down and make sure he gets a good view of just what exactly the thong does and does not cover.
//I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me to closer to God//
I crawl up the bed toward him like a cat- an animal and I can *see* how much he likes it- his cock is practically *screaming* for me, throbbing and he's really yanking on the bandanas. He wants to touch me… or himself… pity.
"You can help my isolation. You can have the hate that it brings. You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything."
I straddle his thighs and grind my crotch against his erection, take it in my hand and rub it against my wet lips.
I rip my bra off and rub my tits against him. "HELP ME tear down my reason. Help me, it's your sex I can smell. Help me, you make me perfect. HELP me become somebody else."
He can't move away from me when I slide up further and rub my chest against his face- he doesn't *want* to move. He's kissing me and biting me when he can and I just laugh.
//I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me to closer to God//
I take off the heels before jumping up so I'm standing on the bed and I feel his lips against the fabric that's between my thighs so intimately. I put one foot up on his shoulder so I can push the fishnet stocking down my leg, slowly rolling it down my thigh as I watch his cock jerking out of the corner of my eye. He's *so* hard right now- I don't think it's possible for him to be more so.
I do the same with the other leg and this thong is now really wedged inside me and rubbing against my clit- shit- I could practically get off on *it* alone.
I slowly sink back down on to the bed, making sure to press against him as much as I can. I *love* how his skin feels against mine. My hands run over those pecs and his hard abs… his body is amazing. I *love* his body.
And his eyes are just *locked* on mine. I can't take it anymore.
I grab the flimsy straps of the thong and rip them off my side and bite my lip as I pull the fabric out from where it was between my labia. It's soaking and I could care less. I toss it aside and drop down on his cock completely and we *both* scream at the feeling. I'm too keyed up- he's too sensitive.
I rock my hips with the snare of the song- short, fast strokes- not too deep, but it feels *so* good pulsing inside me. I change the angle a bit so he rubs against different parts of my insides. My hips take over a somewhat circular motion and I slow it down just a bit- so we can really *feel* how our bodies connect.
"Fuck," he groans as he pulls on the bandanas more.
God- my insides are already tightening up around him, squeezing him and I notice I'm mumbling something in Spanish- gibberish about how good he feels, and how much he makes me come and how wet he makes me.
He moves his knees up a bit and the change of his leg position changes the angle of my butt and he groans. He lifts his knees up more and I slide right down his thighs and he settles *deep* inside me. "FUCK," he groans.
I'm holding his sides and look down and see the tips of my fingers are white I'm holding him so tightly. I let go and keep my hips moving, even after the music stops.
My hips are so frantic and my hand flies to the juncture of my thighs where he's connected to me. He's *so* close- I watch him watching me and start touching myself. I know he likes it when I touch myself. I use one hand to spread my lips and the other to seek my clit and he lifts his hips up to angle me better as he tugs on the ties that hold him in place.
I fall forward onto him as I start pinching and rubbing my clit- my hands are furious between my thighs and I'm just… fucking us both into oblivion.
And we go willingly.
I scream and shriek as I come, once, twice… I don't know- I lose count and he explodes inside me, harder than before and I continue moving my hips- they don't know what else to do.
7
"Your insatiable need to fuck us into oblivion never ceases to amaze me," he says quietly long after our breathing has returned to normal and I've untied his wrists. I'm still laying on top of him and although he's no longer inside me, he still is… the essence that makes him a man and me a woman.
I just giggle a bit and kiss his chest, where my head is resting. "Arencha glad you trusted me?" I ask softly, not sure if he really *did*. I mean… I guess he did. And while when he's tied *me* to the bed is *not* a trust issue- when I did it to *him*, it is. That's weird, but true.
For him to let me do that… I still can't get over it. I mean… he's so… possessive- to let me do that was a really big deal.
But for me? It's not about *trust*. Trust for me would be letting him make love to me *without* the ties. Accepting it… participating in it… letting him do it *with* me and not just *to* me.
"I suppose," he answers. "So… you wanna talk about what happened? At home?"
Oh yeah. His hand trace circles on my back and it feels nice. His other hand is buried in my hair, quasi-petting my head and neck. Ya know- sometimes I wish I could *purr* to show him just how he makes me feel… just like a cat.
"You want the short version or the long version?"
"Whichever you wanna tell me," he says and kisses the top of my head.
"Well… she was there- at the jail- wanting an apology so I told her I wasn't her daughter and she said she'd treat me like a stranger and left. I guess the guilt sunk in and they got me about eleven thirty or so…"
"When you called…"
"Yeah- I just slept and packed in the morning, said I was leaving for school and I wouldn't be back." He starts applying a bit of pressure to my back with his hands, "Mmm…" God- I *love* his hands; they know my body so well.
"Whad they say?"
"That I didn't need to leave- they didn't want me to go. And then-" God- I still can't believe I said it to them. I can't believe I'd hurt them that way without thinking- in the heat of the moment when I was angry for other things. But…
"What?"
"I told them I wanted to find my real parents."
He doesn't say anything for a few minutes, but just keeps rubbing my back, massaging my shoulder blades a bit and I can't help but think about how nice that would feel on my breasts.
"So… whad they say?"
"They were hurt and I just kept digging in a bit deeper- told them I never felt like their daughter and that I was always just a little gringa to them and-"
"What's that?"
"What?"
"Gringa- what's that?"
"Oh- a white person-"
"Oh. Okay. What else?"
"I don't know," I shrug while writing my name with my index finger on his chest. God- have I mentioned how much I love his body? He's got just an incredible body… he works out a *lot*. He's toned up and his entire body is just like… I don't know- he's hard in all the right places and soft when he needs to be too. It's not so much how his body is- but how he uses it. Like now- it's the same body that was driving right through me last week- that was hard and so powerful, but right now? He's like a lounge chair that you've sat in so many time, it's got your butt print. My body just *molds* to his. It's… comforting.
"I told them that it… was really hard- being different- that the Latinos in school didn't want me and the gringos thought I was tainted somehow. I don't know… it's like… no one wanted me- my parents, kids at school-"
"Is that why you… turned to sex?"
I lift my head and rest my chin on his chest so I can look at him. "I don't know. Mom asked me if sex feels so good- why didn't I ever seem happy? And… I don't know."
"What do you *think*?"
"I mean… I like sex. Maybe it is because of that… maybe because my mother forbids it so much… it's like… I never *thought* I felt… dirty… or used- I mean… *I* was in control. It's not like they were using me or-"
"Weren't they? Weren't they taking advantage of the fact that you felt so alone? They wouldn't talk to you unless they were gettin' your skirt off… isn't that using you? I mean… did *any* of them ask you out otherwise? I mean… did *I*- *do* I…"
"NO!" I say, kissing his lips softly. "Stop it," I say. "It's… different with you."
"Why?" He asks.
I put my head back down on his chest. I don't know. Because… it is. Because… he knows what I am and what I'm not. Because he never *treated* me like Ben. He never treated me like a whore or a good time. He… treated me like a person. Because I told him I've been fucking other guys and he *still* gave me a birthday present when my own 'parents' didn't choose to celebrate my birthday.
"Because you're the first one to make me want-" I stop myself. Partially because I don't wanna say it but mainly because my phone starts to ring.
I slither out from his arms so I can lean over the edge of the bed. I grab my purse and pull my phone out. Call waiting makes me *not* want to answer the phone, but I did give her the number. "Diga," I answer.
"¿Dónde estás, Mija?" ("Where are you, Honey?")
"En la casa del hombre mío." ("In my guy's house.")
I can *hear* the disappointment when she sighs. "¿Cuándo vas a regresar? Necesito mi coche a las seis." ("When are you coming back? I need the car at six.")
"Sí, Mami, bien. Regresaré a las cinco. Te lo prometo." ("Yes, fine. I'll return at five. I promise.")
"Are you *safe*, Eva?" She asks.
"Sí, Mami, yes- absolutamente," I say, lying a bit. She mutters something before saying goodbye and I hang up the phone.
I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at my phone for a second. Eleven o'clock. He'll have to leave to get Hailie in a few hours- she's at school. That's the only reason I came- I knew I could surprise him when he came home from dropping her off at school. I would *never* be here if *she* was.
"Whad she want?"
"She needs the car at six- just wanted to make sure I'd be home in time. She actually let me *take* the car today- when I told her I was gonna catch the bus. She practically *insisted*… can you imagine? And then she got mad when I asked if she was gonna call the cops."
A few more minutes go by before I feel his hand touch my back gently. "Because I'm the first one to make you want what?" He asks softly.
"To make love to," I sigh. There. I said it. And now I gotta go. I stand up. I'll take a shower and- or at least I *try* to stand up, but he catches my wrist and pulls me back down onto the bed. I sit back down and feel him kneel behind me.
8
"Don't go," he says, before placing his hands on my shoulders. He's starts massaging my shoulders and upper arms like he was before. God… if I *could*… I'd fall in love with him. If I could.
But… "I can't," I whisper.
"I know," is his response as his hands slide down over my shoulders to my breasts. I feel him slide his legs around me so he's sitting behind me and his hands are on me- rubbing my stomach, caressing my chest. I feel his lips on my shoulder and neck, softly kissing me. It's really nice.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder so he can kiss my shoulder blades and the back of my neck.
Shit… I moan- I'm starting to get wet. He knows that because oh the next pass down my stomach, his hand slides onto my thigh and lifts my leg over his to open me. Shit… I can feel his cock stirring behind me, trapped between him and my ass.
He pets my labia, stroking them gently and a moan escapes my lips, "Emmm…" Shit. My hands go between my legs and try to push him into me.
"Do something for me," he whispers against my ear.
"What?" I whimper, desperately trying to push his fingers inside me or his hand against me. My hips are moving a bit- undulating, trying to entice him.
He takes my hands away and says, "I got me an idea. Get up for a second."
I am *so* relieved he's not gonna push this whole 'make love' issue because… I'd leave.
Well- no, I wouldn't- but… I'd freak the hell out, I'm sure.
He stands up and I watch as he takes the chair he has next to his dressed and drags it in front of the mirror that covers the back of his bedroom door. "C'mere," he says as he sits down.
"What?" I walk over to him and he pulls me to him and I straddle his hips and sit, facing him, and he pulls me to him for a deep, devouring kiss. I grind against him and he seems okay with that because he places his hands firmly on my hips and pulls me down harder.
Shit- I arch my back a little and it changes the angle he's rubbing against me at and pushes my tits into his chest and it feels *so* good.
I attack his mouth almost viciously. My insides are aching again- for him.
I slip a hand between us and start stroking him- he groans into my mouth and I just smile. I'm *so* glad he's not bringing the 'love' thing up. I can't believe I even *thought* it, let alone *said* it.
I am *so* wet- my hips are gyrating just in anticipation of having him inside me. Fuck- what he does to me… it's unreal and fuuuck… three fingers just slide inside me like I'm butter… "Shit- c'mon," I beg him for something… I don't care what… just *something*.
I rock on his fingers but he refuses to thrust them inside me- fucker.
"Por favor," I whisper in his ear. Please- baby… I whisper other things- words… in Spanish- tell him how good he always feels and how he's making me crazy with need.
And then he pulls his fingers away and stills my hips with his hands. "Turn around."
"Fuck- Em…" I pant, my chest heaving.
"*My* turn, *MY* rules," he says. "Have you ever not enjoyed it?"
"I…" don't wanna go slow- don't wanna 'make love' or whatever… I just want him to possess me and treat me like he never wants to stop fucking me. I love when he just… owns me.
I look down at the ring on my finger: proof of his ownership of me.
I stand and turn to find myself facing… myself. He pulls my hips back to him and I sit in his lap, my legs draped over his and I'm staring at myself.
Holy shit.
"Lift your hips a bit, Babe," he instructs and I do and he positions his cock at my dripping entrance- rubs my clit a bit before his arm pulls my waist down and I engulf him completely as I sit on him.
Fuck "Diosmío," I groan, staring at myself- staring at *us* in the mirror. My eyes lock on the reflection of his eyes in the mirror as I move on him. Fuck. I've never really *watched* myself having sex before but I can see where he disappears inside me… my body looks when I take him inside… how my chest surges and back arches when I take him inside and he hits that spot inside me that makes my stomach flutter.
Fuck- it's just sooo intense. He's watching too and I spread my legs as much as I can so we can both watch him fuck me. And… ohmygod.
I'm… going slow… er… like… it's the first time that *I* slowed it down a bit. I mean… it's just really fascinating to watch our bodies connecting like this- his cock disappears and comes back out- glistening with me on him… I reach down and just caress him as he's exposed to my hand and he throws his head back a bit when I run my nails gently up and down.
His hands are all over me- I *love* he seems to devour my skin with his hands. I *love* that. I love *everything* about fucking him. Having 'sex'- whatever.
"Okay," he grunts and the next thing I know- he's stood us both up and he's holding my hands against the mirror and he's slamming into me and the angle is new- different and I drop my head and close my eyes as he- "NO," he growls and catches my attention. I look in the mirror to see his expression. "Want you to watch yourself when I'm inside you… watch what I do to you."
I just nod and bite my lip as I stare deep into my own eyes.
My god- they're just so… hurt. Pained. Even as I'm experiencing such joy- such pleasure… my eyes are hurting.
How come I never noticed that before?
But it doesn't matter because he's biting my neck like he knows I like and my back tenses when he throws his hips against mine and I feel him jerking inside me as he spills- spews into me and I notice a flash of… what? Happiness? In my eyes? I'm not sure- but I come too.
Shit.
I don't know *what* the hell that was… fuck. We stumble back and collapse back onto the bed while we catch our breaths. Damn.
I finally sit up and feel his hand on my back again. "'Mnot gonna ask you to do something you're not ready for," he informs me. "But you felt it, didn't you? This time? You felt the difference?"
Yes. I felt the difference this time.
The difference that he's been telling me about- the difference between sex to come and sex for pleasure.
I guess I always *thought* I was having sex to feel good- because it did *feel* good- but I saw it with my own eyes tonight- *in* my own eyes… there's a bit of a difference.
And that's… new.
9
God… I put my head back on the seat and twirl the ring around my finger.
It doesn't seem like it's been four days since I saw him.
He's in Cali right now, which is funny since I'm on my way there, but not for him. He doesn't even know I'm going… *I* don't know why I'm going.
Well… no- I do. Ever since I said that to my parents- that I wanted to find my *real* parents, I can't stop thinking about it. I have to know. I have to know why they didn't want me. It's like… ever since they told me I was adopted- ever since I *knew* I didn't belong in their house- I had this idea of my parents… like they have a room waiting for me so I can take my place in their family. I'd have like five other siblings and things would just be perfect and I'd forget Spanish and how to make my mother's favorite Colombian dish…
So, here I am. After the other day with Em, I went back home and they (reluctantly) gave me all the information they had on me. I've got the name and address of the adoption agency and my birth certificate as well. Unfortunately- my mother's name is blacked out so I'm going to start at the hospital and find out where I can get a copy of it.
Shit. I gotta pee. I get up and make my way up toward the front of the plane and there's a small line- of course. I'm third in line and-
"Oh my god- look, Gabby- over there… see?"
"HOLY SHIT!"
I can't help but notice the two girls in front of me. They can't be more than fifteen years old and they're peaking into the first class section through a crack in the curtain.
"Is that…"
"Fuck- I think it *is*, Jess… ohmygod."
One of the bathrooms is vacated and they're just standing there looking through the curtain. "Are you gonna go?" I ask, tapping one of them on the shoulder. "'Cause if you're not…"
"Oh- sorry!" One of them goes into the bathroom and the other turns toward me. "Sorry- it's just… it's just that guy in there looks like-"
"Is he still there?" The girl says, stepping out of the bathroom.
"Where the fuck is he gonna *go*, Gabby?" That one takes her turn in the bathroom and I try to peak through the curtain. What the fuck are they talkin' about?
"Who is it?" I ask, leaning a bit closer.
"I think it's-"
"Excuse me!" One of the stewardess' closes the curtains and stares at us sternly. Whatever- it's my turn in the bathroom.
I slip into the small room and god- I can't believe I'm actually gonna *do* this.
I wash my hands and run some water over my face before looking at myself in the mirror.
Fuck- the other day was sooo… intense. I still can't get over it- still trying to wrap my mind around what happened- what I saw in my own eyes.
It's like… if I haven't been happy the past five years- what the hell have I been doing?
<Knock. Knock.>
Oh- right. Someone has to pee and I'm standing here staring at myself remember when my quasi-boyfriend and I… whatever.
"Sorry," I mumble as I open the door and-
I know why those girls were staring into the first class section.
"Daaaddy!!!!" The small child tugs on his shirt.
"Okay- get in there," he says and shuffles her into the bathroom.
"It's gonna stain!" She says, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it.
"No it won't, Hai. Just get some water on it."
"What is it?" I ask, catching his eyes in the mirror. I thought he was already *in* California.
"Chocolate milk," he answers with a small smile.
"OH! Move," I say, moving his hips to the side in the tiny room. "See?" I put some of the handsoap onto the towel and dab it into the few spots on her blue shirt. "Put this on and then rinse in cold water. Rinse it out then and put a little bit more on it- it'll come out next time you wash it."
"That's just what Mommy would say!" She says.
"Well… that's what my mommy always said," I say and then turn to leave. He doesn't want me involved with Hailie and that's fine.
"Thanks," he says and I just nod as I return to my seat.
God… I can't- "Ohmygod- was that *Eminem*?" I turn toward the isle where the two girls are kneeling down to talk to me.
"Nah," I shrug. "Looked like him though- but no tattoos. Sorry!"
"Dammit!" One of them says.
"Maybe it's his body double," the other says and they return to their seats.
Ohgod- I thought he was already gone. I mean, I thought he was gonna leave two days ago. Not like he needs to explain himself to me or anything… not that I told him I was going to California… not like I knew.
ELGH! This is the *problem with 'relationships'. That's why I'm glad I'm not *in* one.
I put my headphones on, put my head back on the seat and close my eyes. Two more hours and we'll be landing. I turn the music up loud. You and me, Pac. Just us against the world.
10
Okay. LA?
Hotter than fuckin' HADES!!! HOW THE FUCK DO PEOPLE *LIVE* HERE?
SHIT.
I *finally* get through airport security and head out toward the curb. I gotta get a cab and to my hotel. At least they paid for my airfare. *And* Papi made me a reservation at a nice hotel so they knew I was safe. But wouldn't you think they'd wanna come *with* me? I mean… if they love me and all?
Whatever. I'm glad I'll be gone. In a two days, a week, a month- whenever I find my *parents*- I'll be gone and they won't have to worry about me anymore.
I get in the cab and give him the directions. Shit- it's hot out there. Okay… I pull my cell phone out of my bag and- oh. I have a message? When did I get *that*? Probably just *them* calling to tell me not to do it- telling me that… stupid story. About how my real mother was too young and gave me up and told them to never let me find her. Bullshit- I'm sure. How she was… how did they put it? Not the cleanliest of people? My mother's way of saying a sinner. She just wanted to 'save' me, I'm sure.
I enter my password and listen to my message. "Hey, Eva, it's me. I uh… what are you doin' on the plane? I mean… call me back- my mind is really… saying bad things. *Please* call me back- we can talk… Hai's asleep so… if you wanted to come up here for a while… just *call* me."
I hit 7 for delete and watch as we get more into the city.
We pull up outside the hotel and I pay the cabbie and get into my room before my phone rings. I glance at the caller ID and think of shutting it off, but I don't.
"Hey, Marsh," I answer.
"Did you get my message?" He asks- sounding a bit… angry. Of course. Because I'm his.
"Yeah- I was gonna call you in a minute. Just got to my hotel."
"What the hell are doin' in LA?" He snaps.
"God- fuck you, *Marsh*. You don't fuckin' *own* me." And then I hang up.
Fuck him.
I turn the ringer off too.
An hour later, I'm walking into the hospital doors and ask the receptionist where I can find Patient Records. "Hi," I say to the lady.
"Can I help you?"
"I was born here, twenty years ago. I'm tryin' to find a copy of my birth records, certificate and things like that."
"Well, that's a long time ago- they'd be on microfiche by now. But I know you can get copies of your certificate from the City Hall Birth and Death Office. As for records from here? Are you looking for something particular?"
"Just blood type… that sort of stuff."
"Well, here- write down your name and any information you have- social security number, birthdate, parents' name and a phone number where we can reach you."
I write down everything but their names- because obviously that's what I wanna know. "Here," I say and hand it to her.
"I'll need your mother's name." Fuck. I just don't think she'll give me the information if she knows that I was adopted. I have a feeling it's a secret.
"Well- see that's the problem. I don't know. My aunt sorta raised me- I guess my mother died. Aunt Mary didn't even want me coming here- she doesn't talk about mom too much."
"Oh. Okaaay, well- I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks."
A few hours later, I'm fed and showered and sitting on my bed watching television. It's been a long day. I glance over at the nightstand and pick up my cell before turning it on.
I have voicemail. Shocking. I type my password in and the lady informs me that I have ten new messages.
"Eva, it's me. I know you got caller ID and you're not answering so I'ma keep calling until you fuckin' call me back. So just call me."
"Eva- me again. Look- I just… wasn't expectin' to see you. What the hell are you doin' here anyway? Call me."
"Eva- hi. *Please* just call me, would ya? You're makin' me mad."
"Would you just pick up the fuckin' phone already? Just fuckin'… *tell* me why you're here. Call me."
"Fuckin' *hell* would you just pick up already? PICK up the phone, Eva."
"Jesus Christ- I just wanna fuckin' *talk* to you- but of course you're not gonna fuckin' call me. What the fuck ever. Do who you wanna- *what* you wanna do. I'm outie."
"¿Eva? Soy Mami. Oye, Mija, ¿Llegaste en Los Ángeles sin problema? ¿Y el hotel? ¿Cómo es? Por favor, llámame. We're worried." (" Eva? It's Mami. Did you get to LA without problems? And the hotel? How is it? Please, call me.")
"Look… Eva… I'm sorry. For earlier- for my messages. I just… got carried away or… I don't know- maybe I'm overtired. I just… wasn't expecting to see you- on the plane. I was just in a bad mood and took it out on you this afternoon. *Please* call me when you get this message. I wanna… talk to you. Please."
"I don't know if you're even there- maybe you don't have your phone with you… I don't know. But… I don't care when you get this message- please just… call me. I am *really* sorry."
"I'm tryin' not to get all paranoid or worried here- but can you *not* go around LA without your phone? What if you were to get in trouble? Anyway- I was wonderin' if you wanted to have dinner or somethin'… if we're both in town. Please… call me."
I sigh and dial his number.
"Marshall's phone, hang on a sec," AND WHAT THE FUCK?! That's a WOMAN's voice. She's *laughing*. I hang up quickly.
FUCK HIM! I'll only fuck him and then he's what?! Seeing someone else?! FUCK HIM!
I'm gonna go out. I'll fuckin' *show* him. Fuckin' take a *picture* with me on some guy- be*tween* two guys.
<Ring. Ring.>
"FUCK YOU!" I scream into the phone after pressing the 'talk' button. "ASSHOLE!" I scream and then a slew of swears in Spanish.
"EVA!" He shouts. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? I FUCKIN' APOLOGIZE TO YOU AND YOU-"
"AND YOU'RE OFF FUCKING SOME TRAMP?! Fuck you! Two people can play at that game- you can *have* your fucking ring back."
I hang up.
<Ring. Ring.>
I glance at the caller ID. It's not his number. I don't know whose phone that is.
"Hello?"
"This Eva?"
"Who the fuck is this?" I ask the guy.
"This is Dr. Dre."
"Huh?"
"The woman that answered his phone was my *wife*. We'd stepped out for a sec and she thought it might be about Hailie- so she answered it. It was *my* wife."
Oh.
I hang up.
<Ring. Ring.>
I press the talk button and before I can say anything he says, "Would you *stop* hangin' *up*?"
"I'm sorry- I-"
"I would've jumped to that conclusion too. Fuck- I *did*- we're… even now. Although swearing in Spanish? Total turn on."
"I'll remember that," I say.
"What are you doin' in LA?"
"Looking for my birth parents."
"Oh- god- why didn't you tell me? I coulda helped."
"Didn't really know ahead a' time. 'Sides, I thought you were gonna be in LA already-"
"Oh, yeah- I forgot Hailie had a doctor's appointment and-"
"She okay?"
"Oh yeah- just a routine yearly physical. I was gonna call, just didn't get the time to. Anyway- can I help?"
"Don't need your help. I can manage just fine."
"You wanna have dinner tomorrow night?"
"What about Hailie?" I ask. I doubt he's actually gonna have me and her in the same room.
"Late dinner, she'll be asleep already. Ya know- we could order take out or somethin'."
"Sure, I guess. Where?"
"Where you stayin' at? I'll pick you up." I tell him where I am and then he says, "Well- I should get back… but- can I ask you somethin'?"
"Sure, what?"
"When you thought I was- wit' somebody *else*? Were you jealous?"
"N-" I stop myself.
Because I think I was.
Ohgod- are we in a relationship?
Part 3
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
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