“I can’t get you out of my head either,” I said. Voices broke loose in my head, and I fought to push them all back.
“What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
“What do you mean?” I asked confused.
“We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
“I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
“We should take time together to explore those feelings,” Alexander said. He had always wanted to explore, and find the reason behind things. This situation was no exception.
“Alright,” I said waiting for a response.
“Do you want to do it now?” he asked.
“Uhh, sure. Why not?”
We spent the next few hours talking about deep-inner things. He told me every time he saw me his heart would crack. Alexander thought I could never love him the way he loved me. I corrected him of course. He talked about how he fretted with the issue of my marriage with Grey.
I reluctantly let go of information that I hadn’t quite dealt with in my own mind. The fact that I despised Grey, and hated the marriage had been brought up. He had looked somewhat relived by that.
It was about two o’ clock by the time we started running out of things to discuss. I decided since that the love topic had slid off the table I would mention Lucy.
“I was meaning to tell you, I have been mentoring an OCD child,” I said.
“Really? How old is he?” Alexander asked, seeming intrigued.
“She,” I put emphasis on the word, “is eight. Lucy is like me, she’s a psychotic genius. She is in the fifth grade.”
“It must be good for you to be working with someone with similar qualities,” he said.
“I think it is. I’m mentoring her,” I said.
“Why? It isn’t necessary to mentor your child clients,” Alexander said.
“Yes I know, but the school guidance counselor had to call me, because her foster parents are too sorry to. I felt bad for her, and I thought she needed someone she could relate to,” I said. I remembered the way she looked at me after I told off Stacey, her social worker. Lucy had been shocked and laughing by the time we got to her house. She wouldn’t let me meet her foster parents, but I did get to see the outside of her house. It was one of those white-picket-fence-houses you’d see in the movies. The kind of house that made people like Lucy and I shutter at the perfection.
“Lucy is a foster child?” Alexander asked. “What is her last name?”
“Taylor, Lucy Taylor, why?”
“I know her birth mother,” Alexander said. His pager buzzed.
“How?” I asked hurriedly.
“I can’t talk now,” he said looking at his pager. “I have to go to the hospital. Come to Black Tiger Bar tonight at eight. I’ll explain then,” Alexander walked out of the office. I stood from the couch and walked out the door, as one-hundred-one questions ran through my mind.
“What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
“What do you mean?” I asked confused.
“We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
“I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
“We should take time together to explore those feelings,” Alexander said. He had always wanted to explore, and find the reason behind things. This situation was no exception.
“Alright,” I said waiting for a response.
“Do you want to do it now?” he asked.
“Uhh, sure. Why not?”
We spent the next few hours talking about deep-inner things. He told me every time he saw me his heart would crack. Alexander thought I could never love him the way he loved me. I corrected him of course. He talked about how he fretted with the issue of my marriage with Grey.
I reluctantly let go of information that I hadn’t quite dealt with in my own mind. The fact that I despised Grey, and hated the marriage had been brought up. He had looked somewhat relived by that.
It was about two o’ clock by the time we started running out of things to discuss. I decided since that the love topic had slid off the table I would mention Lucy.
“I was meaning to tell you, I have been mentoring an OCD child,” I said.
“Really? How old is he?” Alexander asked, seeming intrigued.
“She,” I put emphasis on the word, “is eight. Lucy is like me, she’s a psychotic genius. She is in the fifth grade.”
“It must be good for you to be working with someone with similar qualities,” he said.
“I think it is. I’m mentoring her,” I said.
“Why? It isn’t necessary to mentor your child clients,” Alexander said.
“Yes I know, but the school guidance counselor had to call me, because her foster parents are too sorry to. I felt bad for her, and I thought she needed someone she could relate to,” I said. I remembered the way she looked at me after I told off Stacey, her social worker. Lucy had been shocked and laughing by the time we got to her house. She wouldn’t let me meet her foster parents, but I did get to see the outside of her house. It was one of those white-picket-fence-houses you’d see in the movies. The kind of house that made people like Lucy and I shutter at the perfection.
“Lucy is a foster child?” Alexander asked. “What is her last name?”
“Taylor, Lucy Taylor, why?”
“I know her birth mother,” Alexander said. His pager buzzed.
“How?” I asked hurriedly.
“I can’t talk now,” he said looking at his pager. “I have to go to the hospital. Come to Black Tiger Bar tonight at eight. I’ll explain then,” Alexander walked out of the office. I stood from the couch and walked out the door, as one-hundred-one questions ran through my mind.
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.