Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

Rowan

My morning started out as usual, with Elsa trying to get my ear off. She wouldn't stop barking until I took her out for a morning walk. It was a Saturday and I was feeling lazy as usual because Minnie had no school and that meant I didn't have to wake up early to make lunches and drop her to school. One more hour of sleep.

    I tried to ignore Elsa's barks when I heard the doorbell. I opened an eyes and sneaked a glance at the clock. It was nine am. The doorbell continued to torture my ears. I reminded myself to tell the idiot of a security guard to not allow anyone upstairs without informing me beforehand.

   I pulled myself out of the bed reluctantly and made my way towards the door. When I checked the screen, I saw Alana. I quickly opened the door, didn't want to hear my girlfriend whine about making her wait.

   Alana stood in the doorway, she was wearing a blue top over black skinny jeans. Her hair pulled back in a messy bun, a few loose tendrils of hair grazing her face. I rubbed my eyes and  looked closely. I had to be hallucinating in broad daylight to see her carrying two handbags.

   I began racking my brain. Had I possibly promised her a trip last night that I somehow forgot about? That wasn't possible. It could only happen in the Hangover movies.

    "Hey babe." I mumbled, still half asleep.

     "Good Morning, baby." She said, her voice cheerful than usual.

      As usual she bulldozed her way inside the house, followed by Chez who was carrying a large cartoon of...I had no idea what the hell that was.

    "Where do you want me to keep this, Rowan?" Chez asked me.

     I pointed at the open space near the couch. "What's in it?"

    "Alana's stuff."

     I looked at Alana. "I don't understand."

     Elsa was barking in the background. Two men in uniforms who I assumed were movers brought in two more cartoons. "That's it." the thin guy declared.

    "Alana what about your furniture?" Chez asked her as she began ripping the tape off the box.

    "There's just the bed and the dresser left, someone contacted me from Craigslist. They will pick it up this afternoon. Can you handle it?" She asked, removing a silver box of what I assumed was her makeup.

    The two were carrying on the conversation like I wasn't even in the room, like this wasn't even my house.

   What was happening? Had I walked into another dimension? Why was Alana unpacking her stuff in my house?

   "Can someone please tell me what is going on here?" I asked.

    "Rowan, you asked me if I could move in with you..." Alana said.

    "Yeah. I remember asking you that and getting turned down."

   "I hope that offer still stands because I changed my mind." Her smile broke into a mischievous grin.

    Alana was telling me she was moving in with me. That meant more time together, movie marathons on the couch, waking up next to her in bed and of course regular sex. I was definitely dreaming.

    I turned to Chez. "Punch me. I don't believe this."

    Chez laughed. "Think again, Mr. Masters. Maybe you want to change your mind. I don't think anyone would be able to handle living with her under one roof. For starters, Alana's cooking sucks."

     A pillow came flying at Chez. "I can hear you, asshole." Alana shot back.

    "I'm going to the bathroom to splash a bucket of cold water on my face and when I come back, I expect this beautiful dream to vanish."

    I heard Alana laugh when I ran into my bathroom to complete my morning rituals. When I walked out of the steaming bathroom, Alana was standing in my bedroom, arranging her things on my dresser. Now, I realized it wasn't just mine. It was ours. I liked the sound of it. 

    I walked towards her. "Is Chez still here?"

    Alana giggled. "He left a minute ago, but he'll be back in the evening with a few more of my things. Why?"

    I closed the door, locked it and slid my arms around her middle, her back was facing me. She fit so perfectly in my arms. I kissed the delicate crook of her neck. She smelled so good. "Are you sure about this baby?"

   She placed her hands on mine. "Of course I'm sure. You still want me here, don't you?"

     "More than anything." I confessed. "But I should warn you, maybe I would get difficult sometimes, maybe I'll say something to you that I don't mean but baby if you walk away from me....I don't think I can..."

    She turned to face me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She threaded her fingers through mine. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going anywhere."

   I nodded. "So what changed your mind? I remember you telling me that you didn't want to move in with me so soon."

    She shrugged, averting her eyes and turning her attention towards the clothes she had pulled out of her suitcase. "Um, nothing. I just wanted to be with you."

  Then like a missing puzzle piece, it clicked into place. "Is this because you saw Lauren the other day walking out of my apartment?"

   Alana didn't answer and that meant I was right. I sighed. "What exactly do I need to do to prove that I love you and there's no way that I'm going to let Lauren come between us?"

   "It's not you I don't trust, it's her." She said through gritted teeth, and I wondered if she would murder Lauren if she got a chance.

  "If you trust me, that's all I need." I said.

    Her eyes softened. "I just want you to know that my living with you doesn't mean I'm going to mooch off your savings."

    I laughed. "You don't need to worry about that."

  Alana bore her eyes into mine. "I'm serious."

  "Let's not fight over things, baby, okay? We will discuss about that later." I said. "What would you like for lunch? How about pizza?"