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The After Dundies Part 8:
It was such a long night that we didn't even take one glance at the clock that now glares at me from the night stand, before we laid down on the couch. I could tell that he wanted to talk, we both did really. There were just so many things left unsaid, left broken the pieces sprawled on the floor. We had just gotten together with my three words of guarantee, nothing more about the fine print at the bottom with my devastating history. I never fully comprehended what happened until I was sitting next to Jim and I looked over and saw his bruise leering on his face. Immediately I felt so completely guilty. I kept my head down and didn't look over at him even when he looked at me. It was only when he shook me gently and asked me that I felt I had to respond.
"I'm fine" my reply soft as I look over at his worried eyes placing a smile on my face. I know he seen through me, he always knows. I can't get away with anything, I had realized. He had just let it go after that probably feeling exhausted as I did and soon we just snuggled together not saying one word.
The Invention of Lying seemed a lot shorter than I thought it was. The last thing I remember watching was the main character sitting on a park bench. I didn't even hear the name, or even what the problem was, the only thing I knew was that he was dentist or maybe an orthodontist, I don't know. Like I said I wasn't paying attention. The only thing that kept coming back to my mind was the look of Roy's angry face when I walked into the room, him holding onto Jim. Soon though the very last thing remembered was the tip of my eyelids closing down and Jim's touch against my waist.
I shake my head and feel the cool sheets against me. I squint my eyes and look around the bed for Jim. I almost bring the faded memory back of Jim carrying me to the bed and tucking me in. I smile sweetly to myself bringing my eyes to the clock once again. 5:00 am. I groan then travel my eyes around the room. It was pretty comfy. The dark navy blue splashed all over the walls giving the perfect manly advantage, yet leaving a sense of sensitivity left in the cracks.
Just as my eyes were making it over to some of his photo frames that were on his dresser I heard the door click open.
I see Jim's slinky figure walking in oblivious to me being awake in the bed. I see him lightly walk towards the bathroom. I don't say a word when he opens the door and slips inside, letting some of the light graze the blankets. The door clicks shut. I smile and take this opportunity to get up and hide beside the door waiting to scare my Knight of mystery. I almost giggle out loud feeling more awake now than I did earlier.
I hear the sink churn from the echoes of the bathroom feeling exhilaration bleed through my veins. Just something about knowing he was on the other side of the door, I don't know just made me so excited. Like I was winning a prize and I was just waiting for it to pop out. The wheel of fortune skips literally skips around in my head. Just as I had seen the curtain rise I had heard the door knob turn. I feel the breeze from the door immediately hit me as I watch him walk out, almost as if the sun was rising.
"Boo" I chant. He jumps and turns to see me behind him. His chuckle runs through me. "Beesly" his deep tired voice dipped in tease, as he envelops me in his arms.
I smirk lightly and ask "Scare you?" He runs his hands over my back and says "No" almost like he is pouting. I smile at his defeat and hold him tight against me.
"What are you doing up here?" He asks smiling referring to the space beside the bathroom door. "Are you trying to end up like Dwight?" his voice in a childlike scolding tone.
I giggle lightly then put my head in his chest for a brief second. "And what are you doing out there?" I reply looking up at him pointing to the door with my head.
He looks hesitant then replies, "Well I mean I didn't wanna...and you know make you feel like...Okay what I mean is" I cut him off by placing a finger to his lips smiling at his non sense gibberish.
"I was just sleeping" I reply teasingly. "Oh right" he replies smiling shyly blush erupting throughout his good cheek. My smile immediately falls as I glance at his patched up cheek. I look at my feet.
"Hey" his voice covered in concern. "What's wrong?"
"No nothing" I put on a small smile and walk over to the bed grabbing a hold of the covers. "Pam" his voice softer than before, grabbing my hand off the covers and holding it in his. He sits down on the bed and pulls me down with him. I feel a little more tired now feeling him against me on the bed and I don't even know if I wanna have this talk this early in the morning. I take a quick glance at the clock; the green glow outlines my eyes with its figures. 5:15 am. My eyes breathe exhaust as I look up at Jim who soon closes the silence.
"Talk to me" was all he said with a small smile in his features. I hesitate for a moment and bring my other leg that wasn't already on the bed tucked safely against my other one; sitting Indian style against him.
I take a deep breath and I see him adjust a tad. "I just." I start and his supportive stare keeps me intact. The words that come out of my mouth fall instantly to the floor. I give up on trying talking to him, so I instead show him.
"Where are we..?" Was all he said when I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom.
We stand in front of the mirror for a moment and I look at his reflection. I look away to look directly at his damaged cheek. He stands there patiently waiting for me to speak.
"I did this to you! " I cry softly, feeling my eyes slightly burn with guilt, as my finger points to his cheek.
"What? Pam…." He starts to say, but I cut him off quick. "No, I did this to you, I got you hit, if it wasn't for me…" he cuts me off even quicker.
"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be so happy standing in this bathroom at ..." he takes a quick peek at the clock. "5:00 in the morning." He pauses turning towards me and grabbing my fingers in his. I try to slip in some words but he immediately shuts me out with certainty.
"Listen to me Pam" he says softly, pulling me down so I would sit on the closed toilet seat. I wait patiently as I see him kneel in front of me. "None of this is your fault okay?" None. So don't go feeling guilty okay?" I try to nod but my head seems to want to argue with that reasoning. His fingers play with mine on my exposed knee.
"How can I not feel guilty about this? It was my ex- fiancé who did this to you. It was …" There he goes again.
"It was everything it was supposed to be" I stare at him in confusion as he stares back with full blown confidence. "It was supposed to lead you here with me. If you hadn't left him you wouldn't be here right now"
I shrug feeling a little lost at the moment. His fingers softly drift up my arm rubbing it gently.
"Jim I just feel like maybe that wasn't the end of Roy" Now it's his turn to be confused. "What?" He squeezes my hand. "That's crazy…" I bite my lips nervously. "No it's not. I didn't really…" I look down at the ground. "I didn't really give him a good reason for me to leave" His eyes turn over and the silence makes me keep talking. "I just I did but I didn't you know? Like I said I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't love him like I used to..." He shakes his head. "And how is that not a good reason?"
"It just wasn't. Not for us. Not for 9 years of my life" He nods silently. "I wouldn't be able to take it if he came here and tried to hurt you like he did today" My eyes suddenly start to feel water burn under my eyelids.
"Pam I'm going to be fine" his voice so sweet. "Don't worry about me okay?"
I feel like turning over a new leaf as I reply, "Too late for that Halpert" His warm chuckle echoes against the walls of the bathroom as he embraces me, holding me close with his love.
"And Roy is not going to come back okay? He was really drunk..." "And yet somehow found your apartment" I finish with a small stick of guilt that I hid under my tongue so he wouldn't see.
"We are going to be fine, and Roy will be fine once he wakes up sober again" he mumbles the last part as if it made his mouth taste bitter.
"Jim" I say, almost like a warning. He immediately apologizes leaning back and kissing my cheek. I gaze into his soft eyes for a moment before running my fingers against his broken cheek. He smiles softly as I feel his fingers against mine on his cheek and leans in and kisses me slowly on the lips. My other hand tenderly rubs his shoulder as his other grazes my cheek. He leaves me breathless when about 30 seconds later his lips leave mine. We both fall into a wonderful moment, when I feel him peck my lips.
I almost give up every right sense and reason spinning around in my head to just drag him hungrily into the bed but I hold back with every force of my being. Taking it slow might be the right thing to do. Isn't it? I refuse to argue with my mind at such an early time in the morning.
I let my mind fall back into sleep mode as I feel him pull me up and out of the bathroom feeling the dark bedroom breathe into my presence.
"Ready for bed again?" he asks with a soft teasing tint to it. I turn to him as we stand now currently in the middle of the room.
"Are you going to sleep in here this time or are we going to have to do this again tomorrow morning?" My voice boiled in humor, secretly wouldn't mind doing it again and again if we could.
"Hmmm…" his voice serious as he taps his fingers against his chin. I smile widely in anticipation.
"Do I get a mint under my pillow?" I giggle lightly and question "Under your pillow?" His face completely serious he replies, "Yes. It's too late to have it on top of the pillow, so you must put it under the pillow" His hand gestures make me laugh more. Doing this again tomorrow morning? Absolutely.
And another chapter ends. Crazy how easy it was to write this chapter. Like it flowed from my finger tips! Hope the next one is the same way!
Coming Soon: The After Dundies Part 9
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