Dimitri…
Rose
Wednesday Night
He was grabbing everything out of the back of my SUV shoving it into weekender bags. I just stared at him in awe, but also in shock.
"Is there anything else you need?" he says as he quickly zipped the last bag up and swung it easily over his shoulder.
"What?"
"We have to switch vehicles and we need to do it now." Dimitri tells me with urgency in his voice.
"But this is my car." I state plainly. "I can't just leave her here. She's like my baby. Do you know how much anxiety I have when she goes to the shop, it's as if my own child were in surgery."
I whine, not knowing what to do or what is truly happening.
The look he gives me is part empathy part uncertainty. "Rose we have to leave the car here, it'll be safer here. That way they can't hurt it or even total it."
"TOTAL IT?!" I almost scream. "What is happening?" I say much softer as my voice cracks at the end of the sentence. I feel close to tears, I still don't know what is happening. I only know this man has grabbed me and thrown anything that I own of worth from my car into luggage bags that are now being taken to a red two door coupe.
"A car? You want me to get rid of my baby for a P.O.S. car?" I almost yell at him angrily, as he guides me towards the car with his hand on my back. The bags over his shoulder don't seem to be slowing him down but the extra bag in his hand that he's guiding me with keeps hitting my legs and slows me down. I know he's trying to be gentle, but yet I don't know how I recognize he is, I just know. I feel so lost and confused. Like waking from a dream, but not waking, thinking I was waking up but somehow still in the dream. How is this happening? I feel like I've said this at least 1000 times in the last 4 minutes.
I watch as he jimmy's the lock and then pulls the fuse I'm guessing is to the alarm. He unlocks the rest of the doors and helps me in while throwing everything I had in my car into this tiny coupe. As he starts the car he finally notices I haven't moved. Not to put my seatbelt on, not to move the seat from its layback position, not to wipe the silent tears rolling down my face.
"What's happening?" I whisper as I finally turn to look at him. I can almost feel him flinch. I automatically assume it's from how I look. I've never been pretty. More ugly duckling than swan. He uses his thumb to wipe away a tear as it comes down and then reaches across me to buckle me in. I've never had a man buckle me in before. It's kind of comforting and uncomfortable all at the same time. It's one of those feelings you wouldn't know unless it's happened before. I can smell him when he's this close. His sweat mixed with his cologne.
Do guys still wear cologne? Maybe it's his deodorant, or aftershave. Ugh. How can this feeling deep in my gut I have for him be this strong. It shouldn't be. Not like this. Not rushed when I don't even know what is happening. Not after knowing him for only an hour or so.