Love at First Touch
Chapter 10 - Can't Help It
Shawn was still in his deep slumber in the back of his pickup truck. His dreams were filled with moments of love and compassion that he had shared with the one girl that has ever made his life mean anything.
Nighttime was quickly approaching and the clouds began covering most of the sky. Faint thundering sounds began filling the silence. Drops of rain began falling from the sky and starting covering what was once dry.
The cold rain began reaching Shawn's face. He jumped up as he had forgotten that he was still outside Belle's building and had fallen asleep in the back.
"This is too painful. Why am I doing this to myself?" Shawn quietly said to himself.
He looked up to the top floor of the building. The lights were shining through Belle's window.
"That's why." He answered his own question.
He got out of the pickup's bed and slowly opened the door to his vehicle. He gave one last look to Belle's window and shook his head in disbelief of what happened that day. He placed his hand on his cross and said, "I hope you listened."
He slammed the door of his truck and turned the key. Shawn began driving through the parking lot towards the side street.
Suddenly, someone stepped in the truck's way and wouldn't move.
"Get out of the way!" Yelled Shawn.
"We need to talk." The man yelled back.
"What? Who the hell are you?" screamed Shawn as he turned off his car and began stepping out of his truck. He was ready for a fight. He had no idea who this man was, let alone, what this man was going to do.
The mysterious man walked up to Shawn and placed his hand against his chest and gave his a slight push that knocked Shawn back. "I don't want to see you near this building or my sister ever again."
Shawn realized that this was Belle's older brother, Brady.
"I think it's not up to you to decide who Belle sees." Snapped Shawn. "I will make it my decision. If you know what's good for you, you will stay away." Demanded Brady.
He let go of Shawn and disappeared into the building.
Can my day get any worse? Pondered Shawn as he stepped inside his truck and headed home.
Belle stood up from the couch and went to the table to gather her belongings and head upstairs.
When she picked up her half open purse, an object fell out and hit the floor shattering into a million pieces.
Shawn's gift! "Nooooooooooooo!" yelled Belle.
The music box contained within the angel figurine was still intact. It lay on the floor by the broken pieces and was playing the beautiful sounds she had heard when she first opened the gift.
Belle closed her eyes and listened profoundly to the music playing. Shawn's face flashed in her mind, his smile making her life feel better and his caressing touches lifting away all the sadness. Then this picturesque image was broken with that of Shawn's story recalling the day her mother had died.
I can't help it. I can't help the feelings that I have for him. But how can I look past this? Is it even possible?
Belle felt a very light tap on her shoulder. She turned around, but there was nobody present. A cold breeze embraced Belle.
"Geez, did Brady lower the darn air before he left?!"
Belle walked towards the thermostat and was bewildered as she saw the temperature was at the regular 70 degrees.
She walked back to where she was and gasped at the sight on the floor.
Somehow, the broken pieces of the angel formed a word that made Belle's heart skip a beat and gave her the answer that she so desperately longed for: Forgive.
Chapter 10 - Can't Help It
Shawn was still in his deep slumber in the back of his pickup truck. His dreams were filled with moments of love and compassion that he had shared with the one girl that has ever made his life mean anything.
Nighttime was quickly approaching and the clouds began covering most of the sky. Faint thundering sounds began filling the silence. Drops of rain began falling from the sky and starting covering what was once dry.
The cold rain began reaching Shawn's face. He jumped up as he had forgotten that he was still outside Belle's building and had fallen asleep in the back.
"This is too painful. Why am I doing this to myself?" Shawn quietly said to himself.
He looked up to the top floor of the building. The lights were shining through Belle's window.
"That's why." He answered his own question.
He got out of the pickup's bed and slowly opened the door to his vehicle. He gave one last look to Belle's window and shook his head in disbelief of what happened that day. He placed his hand on his cross and said, "I hope you listened."
He slammed the door of his truck and turned the key. Shawn began driving through the parking lot towards the side street.
Suddenly, someone stepped in the truck's way and wouldn't move.
"Get out of the way!" Yelled Shawn.
"We need to talk." The man yelled back.
"What? Who the hell are you?" screamed Shawn as he turned off his car and began stepping out of his truck. He was ready for a fight. He had no idea who this man was, let alone, what this man was going to do.
The mysterious man walked up to Shawn and placed his hand against his chest and gave his a slight push that knocked Shawn back. "I don't want to see you near this building or my sister ever again."
Shawn realized that this was Belle's older brother, Brady.
"I think it's not up to you to decide who Belle sees." Snapped Shawn. "I will make it my decision. If you know what's good for you, you will stay away." Demanded Brady.
He let go of Shawn and disappeared into the building.
Can my day get any worse? Pondered Shawn as he stepped inside his truck and headed home.
Belle stood up from the couch and went to the table to gather her belongings and head upstairs.
When she picked up her half open purse, an object fell out and hit the floor shattering into a million pieces.
Shawn's gift! "Nooooooooooooo!" yelled Belle.
The music box contained within the angel figurine was still intact. It lay on the floor by the broken pieces and was playing the beautiful sounds she had heard when she first opened the gift.
Belle closed her eyes and listened profoundly to the music playing. Shawn's face flashed in her mind, his smile making her life feel better and his caressing touches lifting away all the sadness. Then this picturesque image was broken with that of Shawn's story recalling the day her mother had died.
I can't help it. I can't help the feelings that I have for him. But how can I look past this? Is it even possible?
Belle felt a very light tap on her shoulder. She turned around, but there was nobody present. A cold breeze embraced Belle.
"Geez, did Brady lower the darn air before he left?!"
Belle walked towards the thermostat and was bewildered as she saw the temperature was at the regular 70 degrees.
She walked back to where she was and gasped at the sight on the floor.
Somehow, the broken pieces of the angel formed a word that made Belle's heart skip a beat and gave her the answer that she so desperately longed for: Forgive.
