When you believe
III
I looked up, through the car's window, to the grey clouds, and smiled…
The trees passed by, like they always would. I hold my hands together on my lap and pried, this voice inside my head that gave me hope grew fonder and stronger and this was one of those moments when I think I could say I believe.
The trees stopped passing by, and the car was now parked.
I got out, the parking lot was empty, I, with my naïve, 7-year-old look in my eyes walk to Sue Ann and Roy's door. And has I was walking up the stairs, I heard the door open and in sted of Sue Ann's voice, I heard this steps, looked up and:
"Dean. Hey." I was surprised.
"Hey." He didn't look nothing like the man I saw in that morning.
"How are you feeling?" I just couldn't avoid the question.
"I feel good. Cured, I guess. What are you doing here?"
"Layla?" I heard, it was Sue-Ann.
"Yes. I'm here again."
"Well, I'm sorry, but Roy is resting, and he won't be seeing anyone else right now." Sue Ann looked like she meant what she was saying.
"Sue Ann, please." I could feel my mom behind me. "This is our sixth time, he has got to see us."
"Roy is well aware of Layla's situation. And he very much wants to help just as soon as the Lord allows. Have faith, Mrs. Rourke."
Sue Ann goes inside.
My mom goes up one step of the stairs and turns to Dean.
"Why are you still even here? You got what you wanted." The cruel tone that she used hurt me.
"Mom. Stop." He might not be a believer, and he might not wanted to be healed, but he was become Roy saw something, in his heart. So, He didn't deserved that.
"No, Layla, this is too much. We've been to every single service. If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you. Strangers who don't even believe. I just can't pray any harder."
"Whats wrong Layla?" Dean was concerned, he's voice… He looked me in the eyes.
I hesitated.
"I have this thing…"
"It's a brain tumor. It's inoperable. In six months, the doctors say..."
I rested my hand in my mom's shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." I smiled.
"No, it isn't." My mum interrupted, turning once again to Dean. "Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?"
Tears started to come to my eyes. Seemed like everybody deversed to live more than I did.
Dean didn't drive his eyes a way, I guess he didn't want us to see how much that that affected him, so he stood still, but his look was painful, somehow what my mom said, hurt him somewhere in his mind, in his soul. I knew what was like to suffer and to hide it. It hurt me seeing him like that, seeing him like that because of my mom.
He didn't know what to say. He felt threatened by my mum, and also surprise by the frontal way that she approached him.
My mom turned her back on him. My tears started to burst, and I just couldn't stay there, looking at him. Though, I haven't talked to someone besides my family for a long time. It was something that felt right to do. Talk to him.
But I, got down the stairs. My feet touched the wet mud, and I tried to swallow my tears, I turned around.
He was looking at me, he was sad, at least he seemed so.
"Layla… I'm…"
"So sorry?"
He didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry, is just that I get that a lot. Dean…"
He dropped some steps.
I took a paper of my jacket, and I pen of my bag. Wrote down some parts of the bible, that might be helpful. While I sobbed. He had been cured, and I wasn't going to let a man, that had just been cured walk around with no faith, and no stretch to believe. I knew what a gesture like this would look like to a man. But I did it anyways, and once again hoped he would understand.
"Read this… If you want." I smiled, at least I tried, and in that very moment I felt ashamed for the gelesie I felt, when he's name was called. "I guess… I'll see you around." I smiled this time, it was starting to rain again.
"Yeah." He saved the paper, and gave me a little smirk, he's eyes, were still observing me, sad. "Later…"
I walked to the car.
Before I got in the car I looked back, I felt this shy tear go down my face, and he still was there. He smiled, I did to…
