CHAPTER VIII
I Am Only Going To Ask You This Once. Are You A Good Witch Or Are You A Bad Witch?
Jane could feel the tears rush to her eyes and her throat and heart burn with rage.
"What?" She choked out, looking up at Eddie in complete shock, her hands shaking in her lap.
Suddenly, he realized what it must have sounded like and his good hand shot out quickly, protecting him.
"Oh, no. No, no, no." He tried to take back the idea. "No, not like that." He hobbled over to the couch but as soon as he hit the cushion, Jane was up, her mind and mouth still boiling over his words, completely inattentive to his redemption.
"Why? I mean, how could you?" She suddenly pointed an accusing finger at him, her eyes growing wide. "After all this time, and everything I've done for you! How could you?! You son of a bitch!"
"Woah!" Eddie was up on his feet faster than he should of and he momentarily faltered. "Hold on a minute Jane-" He tried, inching his way toward her as she rambled on and on.
"I loved you! And I thought you loved me too! But now I see that you're just a lying, cheating son of a bitch!" Tear's fell freely from Jane's face as she stood there shaking in hysterics and sadness.
With a quick motion, Eddie launched forward and grabbed onto Jane's shoulders with a firm grip, refusing to let her wriggle away.
"Let go! Let go of me! God dammit!" Jane tried to beat against his chest in a vain effort to make him release her, and she only found herself collapsing into his arms.
"Now listen to me Jane." His voice was somewhat commanding. "It's not what you're thinking. I'm seeing someone, yes, but I'm seeing a psychiatrist." He explained, clamping her to his chest.
"That's why I've been gone on "walks" every Tuesday and Friday, I was ashamed. I was ashamed that I had to go to a psychiatrist, that's all…" His voice slowly faded and the sound of Jane's hitched breathing took it's place.
"I was…scared…" He looked away from her and began to bounce her up and down in her arms, forcing the words out. "I didn't want you to think that I was weak."
After a moment of recollecting herself, Jane sniffed and twisted her head up from his now tear-soaked shirt, looking up at his face with tear filled eyes, "you promise?"
Eddie smiled meekly and rested the side of his head on top of hers, gently rocking her back and forth as she had done. "Yeah baby. Yeah. I promise."
"Then why?" Jane fell back into his chest and wrapped her arms around him, slipping her fingers up his shirt and running her fingernails gently up and down his back.
"Why, what?" Eddie asked, a chill plowing up his spine.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to a psychiatrist?" Jane finally could smell his fading cologne from his tear stained shirt.
"Because," He suddenly fell limp over top of her and she readily supported him. "Because I hate feeling wounded." He admitted, enjoying the placid effect her fingernails were bringing to him.
"For weeks after 'becca left me, I just moped around the house trying to think of ways to kill myself and then suddenly, my self-pity turned to aggression and I started taking out the wall. But I had to stop because I had to bring the pieces downstairs at night in garbage bags, it looked like body pieces." He suddenly confessed his actions.
"So that's why you went around womanizing and acting like a cold-blooded asshole?" Jane asked in a serious tone.
"To put it lightly, I suppose so."
Jane giggled and finally pulled away from Eddie, wiping the streaking tears away from her face with the palm of her hand and looking at her wristwatch through tear-blurred eyes.
"Holy," Jane suddenly jumped into action, noticing that she had ten minutes to get back to work. "I'm sorry baby, I have to go." Jane stood up on her tiptoes and pecked him lightly on the tip of the nose, smiling as she hurried to the door and grabbed her coat on the way out.
"Bye!" She yelled over her shoulder, "I'll call you before I leave work." And with that, she accidentally slammed the door behind her and went shooting to the elevator.
Eddie smiled and shook his head, casually making his way to the couch where he slowly, but surely lowered himself until he was comfortably seated on the couch, and silently watched the distinct flags flap wildly outside the apartment windows, a hole in himself suddenly filled.
I Am Only Going To Ask You This Once. Are You A Good Witch Or Are You A Bad Witch?
Jane could feel the tears rush to her eyes and her throat and heart burn with rage.
"What?" She choked out, looking up at Eddie in complete shock, her hands shaking in her lap.
Suddenly, he realized what it must have sounded like and his good hand shot out quickly, protecting him.
"Oh, no. No, no, no." He tried to take back the idea. "No, not like that." He hobbled over to the couch but as soon as he hit the cushion, Jane was up, her mind and mouth still boiling over his words, completely inattentive to his redemption.
"Why? I mean, how could you?" She suddenly pointed an accusing finger at him, her eyes growing wide. "After all this time, and everything I've done for you! How could you?! You son of a bitch!"
"Woah!" Eddie was up on his feet faster than he should of and he momentarily faltered. "Hold on a minute Jane-" He tried, inching his way toward her as she rambled on and on.
"I loved you! And I thought you loved me too! But now I see that you're just a lying, cheating son of a bitch!" Tear's fell freely from Jane's face as she stood there shaking in hysterics and sadness.
With a quick motion, Eddie launched forward and grabbed onto Jane's shoulders with a firm grip, refusing to let her wriggle away.
"Let go! Let go of me! God dammit!" Jane tried to beat against his chest in a vain effort to make him release her, and she only found herself collapsing into his arms.
"Now listen to me Jane." His voice was somewhat commanding. "It's not what you're thinking. I'm seeing someone, yes, but I'm seeing a psychiatrist." He explained, clamping her to his chest.
"That's why I've been gone on "walks" every Tuesday and Friday, I was ashamed. I was ashamed that I had to go to a psychiatrist, that's all…" His voice slowly faded and the sound of Jane's hitched breathing took it's place.
"I was…scared…" He looked away from her and began to bounce her up and down in her arms, forcing the words out. "I didn't want you to think that I was weak."
After a moment of recollecting herself, Jane sniffed and twisted her head up from his now tear-soaked shirt, looking up at his face with tear filled eyes, "you promise?"
Eddie smiled meekly and rested the side of his head on top of hers, gently rocking her back and forth as she had done. "Yeah baby. Yeah. I promise."
"Then why?" Jane fell back into his chest and wrapped her arms around him, slipping her fingers up his shirt and running her fingernails gently up and down his back.
"Why, what?" Eddie asked, a chill plowing up his spine.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to a psychiatrist?" Jane finally could smell his fading cologne from his tear stained shirt.
"Because," He suddenly fell limp over top of her and she readily supported him. "Because I hate feeling wounded." He admitted, enjoying the placid effect her fingernails were bringing to him.
"For weeks after 'becca left me, I just moped around the house trying to think of ways to kill myself and then suddenly, my self-pity turned to aggression and I started taking out the wall. But I had to stop because I had to bring the pieces downstairs at night in garbage bags, it looked like body pieces." He suddenly confessed his actions.
"So that's why you went around womanizing and acting like a cold-blooded asshole?" Jane asked in a serious tone.
"To put it lightly, I suppose so."
Jane giggled and finally pulled away from Eddie, wiping the streaking tears away from her face with the palm of her hand and looking at her wristwatch through tear-blurred eyes.
"Holy," Jane suddenly jumped into action, noticing that she had ten minutes to get back to work. "I'm sorry baby, I have to go." Jane stood up on her tiptoes and pecked him lightly on the tip of the nose, smiling as she hurried to the door and grabbed her coat on the way out.
"Bye!" She yelled over her shoulder, "I'll call you before I leave work." And with that, she accidentally slammed the door behind her and went shooting to the elevator.
Eddie smiled and shook his head, casually making his way to the couch where he slowly, but surely lowered himself until he was comfortably seated on the couch, and silently watched the distinct flags flap wildly outside the apartment windows, a hole in himself suddenly filled.