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Chapter 28: Feelings and Emotions (Dave's POV)
Looking back one last time at his home and the man who lived there, she wiped her tears away and opened the door to the unknown stranger. Dave just sat there as he watched her leave, silently wishing that the door would open again and realized that she really wasn't going to come back. He wanted to go after her but knew that he couldn't, because of the warning and also the huge pain in his ribs. Why did this have to happen now? That was all he could wonder as he began to replay the kiss over in his head.
Dave continued to sit on the couch, holding his ribs to try and dull the pain that was still there. Thinking about the kiss seemed to have helped keep his mind off of it, just a little. It really didn't help him though when he tried to move around to get a better position on the couch. The slightest move he made would bring the pain back and it would hurt like hell. He tried to remain still as possible to avoid it all together as he thought of something. He couldn't understand why it was hurting so badly when he was supposed to be the Animal. Maybe I have gotten a bit soft since I met her.
Taking in a huge breath, Dave bit his tongue to keep from yelling out as he managed to get off the couch and found the cordless phone on top of the kitchen counter. It took a lot more huffing and puffing, but he was able to make it back to the couch and relax again. Dialing a familiar number, he put the phone to his ear, waiting for the ringing to stop and the person on the other line to pick up. After about three rings, someone finally answered.
"Hello?"
"H-Hey Patricia, it's..me." Dave found it surprising hard to speak, the pain to his ribs affecting his voice.
"Hey Dave, how are things going with Gwendolyn. Don't tell me she got sick again." Patricia began to sound a bit worried at the possiblity of another fainting spell.
If only that was the reason. "No Pat. She's…gone." He found it hard to say that word. It wasn't his ribs affecting him this time, but his heart, which was being weighed down with sadness.
"What do you mean gone? What happened?" Patricia demanded, hoping to get an idea of what was going on.
"I need you to come over right now. My ribs are really killing me. Before you ask anything else I'll be sure to explain everything when you get here." Patricia was becoming even more worried. "I'll get there in a few minutes. I'll let myself in with the key okay. See you."
"Alright, see ya." Dave pressed the end button on the phone and put it next to him. Still holding his arm across his ribs, he continued to sit there, almost in a daze or dreamlike state. He just couldn't seem to get over this great girl that seemed to have fallen from the sky. From heaven even. Why does it hurt me so much? I didn't even really know her that well to feel this way.
He began to think back to how he had discovered her in front of his door, soaked from head to toe from the rain. He still couldn't understand why he didn't just call the cops to have them help her out. He almost felt like she came there to see him and ask for his help specifically. It didn't make sense to him at all. He thought back to their first encounter when he was training and got his first really good look at her. He couldn't help but ignore that she had a great figure with messy, dark, hazel nut brown, long hair. He remembered that her blue eyes were a little glazed when he saw her but when he introduced himself, they seemed to clear up and allowing him to see her more.
When she told him that she couldn't remember anything before she had blacked out, he was always worrying about her. He never knew about how serious her condition was. That first night when she couldn't sleep in the room seemed to just further worry him. Talking about the first dream that she had seemed to scare not only him, but her as well since she didn't recognize any faces. Maybe he sensed her fear when he was in his room and thought he could do something to help her and that's how he knew to check up on her. That is just so strange. I mean both times she went downstairs, I knew she was there. She really needed her rest and in the end it seemed to affect her and made things worse.
He figured she was just exhausted when she passed out, but something else happened to her a couple of seconds before. He didn't want to keep it a secret but he thought that was the best thing to do. She seemed almost like she wasn't in control of herself when she touched him. He didn't even try to stop her as she touched his chest with her soft hands. At that moment, he had to admit to himself that he wanted to kiss her. He had so many other things running through his head that he wanted to do with her poolside that he almost didn't catch her when she fell.
It was hard on him to see her like that. To him, she didn't seem like a weak person and then things like the fainting started to happen to her. All he could do was stay by her side until Patricia came. He thought it was crazy that he was still thinking about her. When he was married, his wife never really made an impression on him. She did make an impression on his wallet when she would just by random, useless things instead of using the money to pay for bills. Gwendolyn was different from her somehow.
There was something about her that kept him thinking about her even when he was in bed at night. He needed to admit to himself that the reason why he could hear her moving around was because he was having problems sleeping too. He felt awful for keeping things like that from her. In a way, he wanted her to trust him and he thought he could protect her by hiding it. When that guy tried to grab her at the pizza place, he couldn't control himself as he became so angry. He felt a sense of satisfaction as he planted his fist into the guy's face.
This time though, he felt like he let her down. When Gwendolyn got hurt by Jake, he couldn't do anything to help her. He couldn't ever somehow stop her from leaving. All of these feelings Dave tried to bottle up while he was with Gwendolyn. Now he was alone with no way to hold them back anymore. Slowly rising from the couch, the pain a reminder of what happened only a few minutes ago, he went to the kitchen. Looking around the kitchen, he realized that it held her memory as well from when she had cooked him breakfast that day. It was a nice change for him to have a great breakfast meal even though she never had to do that.
He just became infuriated that now she was with that guy and he would probably abuse her that the last string of self control snapped. "Ahhhh!" Dave punched through the glass of the microwave to put out his anger. The pain didn't even help because he just continue to fell his ribs. All he could do now was grab a dishtowel from the sink and wrap his bleeding hand up until Patricia came. He only felt a little bit better after what he did and made his way back to the couch. Throwing himself down, he just continued to sit there, holding his injured hand. After a couple of minutes, he heard the front door open as his friend came through using the key that he gave her. "So what happened?"
A/N: Alright guys. There are going to be a lot of POVs until Dave and Gwendolyn get back together. I mean you know they are going to get back together, but when? I won't tell. You'll just have to read and find out. Furthermore I would like to give a big thanks and hug to all of my readers out there who got my review count pass 100. You guys are the best and I hope you keep it up because I greatly appreciate them^_^. Now for a bit of bad news. As most of you have heard by now, the Animal has been injured again and will be out for a few months. All we can do is wish him well and hope he gets back soon.
