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Chapter 3: Nightmares of the Heart-Lizzie
I drove to the recording studio still thinking about the reunion. I was going to pick up Tom after hopefully making a deal with a new client. I pulled up in the front and saw Tom standing there waiting for me. He had auburn hair with gray eyes.
"Hey, baby," he said climbing into the car. I cringed when when I heard the nickname. "Tom, how many times have I told you to please not call me that," I pleaded. "Sorry, I always forget," he said kissing my cheek, "but I still don't understand why you don't like that nickname."
"It's complicated," I answered shaking my head and starting up the car again. That nickname, it held too many memories. Too many painful memories. "How was your day?" I asked trying to get my mind off the memories that I had done so well of keeping tucked away in the farthest corners of my mind for so long.
"Good, but it got even better when I saw you," Tom answered tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear. "You're so sweet," I said leaning over and kissing him before pulling away from the curb.
"I have a highschool reunion next week," I said when we stopped at a red light, "And I was hopping that you could come with me."
Tom laughed, "Why? I'm not even in your class," he asked shaking his head. "I know, but I don't want to go alone. Please," I said pouting playfully. "Sorry, I can't, I'm out of town next week," he said.
I groaned as we pulled up to his house, "Are you positive you can't come?" I asked. "Positive," Tom answered kissing me sweetly before climbing out of the car. "I love you," he said through the window.
"I love you too," I said smiling. "You want to go out to dinner later tonight?" Tom asked. "Sure," I answered shaking the hair from my eyes. "Great, I'll pick you up around seven," Tom said kissing me one last time before walking up to his house.
See what I mean, I had the most perfect soon-to-be husband a girl could ever find. I didn't need Gordo anymore. I am over him, he was a mere childhood infatuation. Nothing more.
I pulled into my apartment complex and trudged up the stairs. It was only four o'clock, I still had three hours till my date with Tom. Sighing, I sat on the couch and began flipping through the channels. After all, what else was there to do on a friday night?
I finally decided on some wierd reality show with some girl trying to convince the other people that cows were really from outer space and eggs were just chicken abortions. I settled down at the end of the couch with my legs curled up to my chest and yawned. My eyes began to close when the girl said something about cottage cheese really being cow puss or something like that, I was dreaming before I heard the rest.
I was in what looked like an airport terminal clinging on to someone who I recognized right away. "Gordo, don't leave me," I pleaded through my tears. He remained stone faced, looking down on me as if I were a mere begger.
"I don't need you anymore, Lizzie. I'm going off to Harvard, I'm going to be a famouse director. I don't need you," he said coldly. The words peirced my heart like a knife.
"Please, Gordo, say you don't mean it, I love you, I always will," I cried clinging ever tighter. "No, I mean every bit of it. I don't need you. I never did," he said throwing me off of him and walking through the terminal doors.
"Gordo, please, I need you. Gordo, I love you more than anything. Come back to me," I begged as I watched him walk onto the plane and out of my life forever.
"Gordo, no, I need you," I cried in my sleep as I tossed and turned on the couch, "Please, Gordo, I love you, I always will."
"Liz, Liz wake up!" Tom said shaking me from my slumber. Opening my eyes, I saw my fiance in front of me and I burst into a fit of tears. "He left me, he broke his promise," I whispered to myself shaking my head.
Suddenly all the emotions and memories that I had kept tucked away for so many years came pouring out through my soul. "Oh, Liz it's okay, Tom said bundling me in his arms. I felt like pulling away from him but I didn't have the energy.
"Whose this, Gordo guy?" Tom asked stroking my hair. At the sound of his name I just burst into more tears. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he said hugging my closer.
"He broke his promise. How could you have broken your promise? Why did you do that to me?" I asked trying to control my tears.
Tom put his hand on my forehead but it was immediatly jerked away. "You're burning up," he said, "I'll go get you some medicine." Tom got up and walked into the kitchen leaving me laying on the couch drowning in the memories that had haunted me before.
Tom came back in with some water and medicine and sat down next to me. My crying had reduced to mere pathetic sniffles and he wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"You feeling better, baby?" Tom asked sweeping the hair from my eyes. "Don't call me that!" I cried jumping up from the couch. "Sorry, I forgot. What's the big deal about it anyways?" Tom asked with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
"It was what he called me, nobody had ever called me that before," I breathed. Overcome with lightheaded dizziness I collapsed back on the couch. "Liz, I have a feeling there're are a few things that your not telling me," Tom frowned though still being sympathetic, "Who's 'he'? Are you talking about that Gordo guy?"
I stuck the asprin in my mouth and and took a long sip of water. I was anything but eager to explain everything to him. I knew it would reopen healed wounds.
"His name was David Gordon, but we called him Gordo," I began. "What? Wait a minute, David Gordon? As in David Gordon the famouse producer?" Tom asked, his eyes wide. "Yes, now let me finish," I said unintentionally sharp.
"We were best friends all our lives, and in highschool I started to develop romantic feeling for him. I started to love him," I continued quietly, "after graduation, he told me he loved me too, and we started going out.
"But then we had to leave for college. He went to Harvard and I went to NYU," silent tears began to flow down my cheeks once more, "he promised me that we would never grow apart, and that he would always come back to me, no matter what. But his calls became more and more scarce and pretty soon we lost all contact with eachother," I said choking the rest out, "that was the only promise he ever broke."
Chapter 3: Nightmares of the Heart-Lizzie
I drove to the recording studio still thinking about the reunion. I was going to pick up Tom after hopefully making a deal with a new client. I pulled up in the front and saw Tom standing there waiting for me. He had auburn hair with gray eyes.
"Hey, baby," he said climbing into the car. I cringed when when I heard the nickname. "Tom, how many times have I told you to please not call me that," I pleaded. "Sorry, I always forget," he said kissing my cheek, "but I still don't understand why you don't like that nickname."
"It's complicated," I answered shaking my head and starting up the car again. That nickname, it held too many memories. Too many painful memories. "How was your day?" I asked trying to get my mind off the memories that I had done so well of keeping tucked away in the farthest corners of my mind for so long.
"Good, but it got even better when I saw you," Tom answered tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear. "You're so sweet," I said leaning over and kissing him before pulling away from the curb.
"I have a highschool reunion next week," I said when we stopped at a red light, "And I was hopping that you could come with me."
Tom laughed, "Why? I'm not even in your class," he asked shaking his head. "I know, but I don't want to go alone. Please," I said pouting playfully. "Sorry, I can't, I'm out of town next week," he said.
I groaned as we pulled up to his house, "Are you positive you can't come?" I asked. "Positive," Tom answered kissing me sweetly before climbing out of the car. "I love you," he said through the window.
"I love you too," I said smiling. "You want to go out to dinner later tonight?" Tom asked. "Sure," I answered shaking the hair from my eyes. "Great, I'll pick you up around seven," Tom said kissing me one last time before walking up to his house.
See what I mean, I had the most perfect soon-to-be husband a girl could ever find. I didn't need Gordo anymore. I am over him, he was a mere childhood infatuation. Nothing more.
I pulled into my apartment complex and trudged up the stairs. It was only four o'clock, I still had three hours till my date with Tom. Sighing, I sat on the couch and began flipping through the channels. After all, what else was there to do on a friday night?
I finally decided on some wierd reality show with some girl trying to convince the other people that cows were really from outer space and eggs were just chicken abortions. I settled down at the end of the couch with my legs curled up to my chest and yawned. My eyes began to close when the girl said something about cottage cheese really being cow puss or something like that, I was dreaming before I heard the rest.
I was in what looked like an airport terminal clinging on to someone who I recognized right away. "Gordo, don't leave me," I pleaded through my tears. He remained stone faced, looking down on me as if I were a mere begger.
"I don't need you anymore, Lizzie. I'm going off to Harvard, I'm going to be a famouse director. I don't need you," he said coldly. The words peirced my heart like a knife.
"Please, Gordo, say you don't mean it, I love you, I always will," I cried clinging ever tighter. "No, I mean every bit of it. I don't need you. I never did," he said throwing me off of him and walking through the terminal doors.
"Gordo, please, I need you. Gordo, I love you more than anything. Come back to me," I begged as I watched him walk onto the plane and out of my life forever.
"Gordo, no, I need you," I cried in my sleep as I tossed and turned on the couch, "Please, Gordo, I love you, I always will."
"Liz, Liz wake up!" Tom said shaking me from my slumber. Opening my eyes, I saw my fiance in front of me and I burst into a fit of tears. "He left me, he broke his promise," I whispered to myself shaking my head.
Suddenly all the emotions and memories that I had kept tucked away for so many years came pouring out through my soul. "Oh, Liz it's okay, Tom said bundling me in his arms. I felt like pulling away from him but I didn't have the energy.
"Whose this, Gordo guy?" Tom asked stroking my hair. At the sound of his name I just burst into more tears. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he said hugging my closer.
"He broke his promise. How could you have broken your promise? Why did you do that to me?" I asked trying to control my tears.
Tom put his hand on my forehead but it was immediatly jerked away. "You're burning up," he said, "I'll go get you some medicine." Tom got up and walked into the kitchen leaving me laying on the couch drowning in the memories that had haunted me before.
Tom came back in with some water and medicine and sat down next to me. My crying had reduced to mere pathetic sniffles and he wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"You feeling better, baby?" Tom asked sweeping the hair from my eyes. "Don't call me that!" I cried jumping up from the couch. "Sorry, I forgot. What's the big deal about it anyways?" Tom asked with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
"It was what he called me, nobody had ever called me that before," I breathed. Overcome with lightheaded dizziness I collapsed back on the couch. "Liz, I have a feeling there're are a few things that your not telling me," Tom frowned though still being sympathetic, "Who's 'he'? Are you talking about that Gordo guy?"
I stuck the asprin in my mouth and and took a long sip of water. I was anything but eager to explain everything to him. I knew it would reopen healed wounds.
"His name was David Gordon, but we called him Gordo," I began. "What? Wait a minute, David Gordon? As in David Gordon the famouse producer?" Tom asked, his eyes wide. "Yes, now let me finish," I said unintentionally sharp.
"We were best friends all our lives, and in highschool I started to develop romantic feeling for him. I started to love him," I continued quietly, "after graduation, he told me he loved me too, and we started going out.
"But then we had to leave for college. He went to Harvard and I went to NYU," silent tears began to flow down my cheeks once more, "he promised me that we would never grow apart, and that he would always come back to me, no matter what. But his calls became more and more scarce and pretty soon we lost all contact with eachother," I said choking the rest out, "that was the only promise he ever broke."