I didn't know what to do, how to react or what to say as I sat next to Martin; my dad was in surgery. "Something went wrong with the operation…there is internal bleeding... We are doing everything we can to stop the bleeding…"That was the last thing the doctors said to us four hours ago. Martin sat next to me with a scared look on his face like he knew my dad wasn't going to make it.
I grabbed his hand and looked directly in his eyes, I needed him not to lose hope, I needed him not to break down and be strong for not only him but for me too because I don't think I would be able to last much longer.
2 Days Earlier
I don't know how my dad and Martin managed to drag me on this trip but when my dad came in the room and told me to pack a bag, I did just that and asked no questions. Here I was, not even home for a whole day and I get dragged to go on a trip that obviously my dad lied to my mom about. Every time, I fixed my lips to try and ask where we are going, I get shut down before the question can be complete.
Martin was driving, my dad was in the passenger seat, and I was in the back by myself. For six hours, my dad couldn't even have a normal conversation with me and Martin, the only thing he told me was stop trying to ask questions. I was getting irritated and angry by the minute. I'm so glad that Martin just pulled up to a resting stop because I needed to take a breather and get my thoughts together.
When the car stopped, I hopped out without saying a word and went to the restroom. Looking in the dirty mirror that hung from a wall that seems like it hasn't been washed nor painted in ages; I splashed cold water on my face and went back to the car. When I arrived my dad was gone but Martin was sitting in his same seat eating a bag of chips.
When I sat back in the car before letting out a big huff out of my mouth to let Martin know that I am irritated, I saw it. I saw the ring that was Martin finger. "When did he get married? To whom? Sandy?" So, many questions were going through my head.
"Congratulations…" I said as I could see him make eye contact with me from the mirror that hung in the front. He gave me a devilish smile yet it turned me on in a good way.
"Thank you," He said while going back to eating his chips "I was wondering when you were going to say something."
"I just saw it and it's not like you said anything or kept in contact anyways." I said as I rolled my eyes at him. He let out little chuckles like something was funny which made me even madder. I don't know why this is getting me all railed up but so many thing I am feeling right now and I don't know how to explain it.
"Ruthie, you're just the cutest thing." He turned around and looked at me still laughing like something was funny.
"You're just an asshole, don't talk to me."
He shrugged and turned back around. A few minutes went by and I could help but ask more questions.
"So, who's the special lady?"
"Didn't you tell me not to talk to you?" Martin knew how to still get under my skin but it was still turning me on; so if he wants to play this game we can.
"Martin, just answer my question."
"I think I'd rather not since I'm an asshole but it's not Sandy so no worries."
"Why would I give a shit about Sandy? I don't even care about you but I was forced in this car," it came off meaner than it should have but her name just makes me mad, he knew it would hit a soft spot "where is my dad at anyways?"
"Someone is grumpy, "he looked at me still laughing like something was still funny "He's handling business."
"What business?" I asked really getting mad.
"Not yours so it shouldn't matter."
I just wanted to smack the smile off his face or straddle him and let him kiss all over me. I'm getting so mad at myself because I thought I was over the whole Martin stage; it will never happen and I need to leave it at that. I was more concerned about where my dad has been, it's almost been an hour and he's not here yet.
"Martin Brewer, tell me what the hell is going on and where the hell we are going?" I said getting really mad.
"Here, comes your dad ask him."
My dad came in the car whispered something in Martin ear and we was off, to where? I had no clue.
The hotel was nice seeing that we were in the middle of nowhere. It looked like a huge cabin, with many rooms and a nice pool area.
I was sitting by the pool with my feet in the water, my dad still want answer any questions and he's sleep right now so that's a no go.
I got up and went over to the Jacuzzi. It was just me in the Jacuzzi by my lonesome and here comes Martin with just a pair a basketball shorts on and no shirt.
"May I join you?" Martin asked while getting in. I just looked at him and didn't say a word. I never thought my first encounter with Martin would end with me being here, in the Jacuzzi with him, and all by ourselves. This was going to be a long night.
It was dark; the wind blew as I listened to nature. I could see Martin staring at me from the corner of my eyes, "What?" I said with an attitude, he was really starting to make me angry.
"Why are you so angry with me?" he asked "Is it because I want tell you what's wrong with your dad?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I said letting the tears escape from my eyes. I didn't know what came over me; I was just so mad; at the fact that I have no idea whats going on with my dad and the fact that I still want Martin and can't have him. I wanted to leave and go back to Washington and forget about all of this.
Martin came over to me, spread my legs under the water and got in between them. This caught me off guard so; I just kept my head down as it now rested in his chest. I was sitting and he was standing obviously taller than me.
"I don't know what it is about you Ruthie that gets to me. Since, I can remember you have always had a spot in my heart that I desired." Martin lifted my chin up slowly our eyes met. He kissed me on my forehead, then my cheek, and then our lips was about to meet…
...
"Ruthie?!" I can hear him banging on the hotel door. I was just getting to the best part of the dream. "Ruthie! Open the door!"
I slowly got up slipped my pants on and a shirt and opened the door. Martin gave me a look I never seen before.
"What's wrong?"
"It's your dad, he stopped breathing…we have to get to the hospital."
So like I said…
I held on to Martin hand in the waiting room, I knew by now he could feel them shaking. I could feel myself start to break down, my heart was beating fast and no matter how hard I tried to start shaking I just couldn't.
Martin wrapped his arms around me and we both cried praying that today was not my dad last day on this earth.
