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Chapter Twenty-Three
~Gordo~
It was mid-afternoon and Gordo was trying hard to figure out what to do with his life. He didn't intend of fleeing to another country, it just happened. He didn't plan on staying there very long, either. His parents would be coming the next day and that wouldn't be fair to Lizzie.
Gordo stopped by a café near the border and sat outside. The sky was beautiful. Before this, Gordo felt as if he was in a place in his life where he was content. For him, this trip had become a journey, but mentally and physically. He went where he never planned to go and he did things he never wanted to do and any time he wanted to, he could tell the truth.
But he couldn't tell the truth. Not now. It was too late.
He spent so much time thinking about everything that he almost forgot what the two were angry about in the first place. Oh yeah, Gordo remembered, Lizzie was angry because Gordo wasn't ready for a family. He wasn't ready to commit to marriage.
But he was.
He stuck around the café for another hour or so before deciding to head back to Rome. He didn't know exactly how to get there, but he figured if he made it this far, he could make it again back home by morning.
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~Lizzie~
Lizzie spent most of the day resting. She didn't want to go anywhere because she wanted to be there when Gordo got home. She turned on the TV, but nothing fancied her interest. So she got out a book and started to read. She wasn't sure when, but at some point while she was reading she fell asleep.
As Lizzie fell into a deep slumber, a dream started to emerge. Actually, it wasn't really a dream as much as it was a memory. This had happened to her a lot as she regained her memory and helped her restore some of the specific events in her life. It seemed very clear as Lizzie slept and very lifelike.
Gordo was the main character in this memory. He was the main character in a lot of her dreams, but this one seemed different.
They were in a place that looked vividly familiar and it looked recent. She also saw herself in the image. It looked romantic, in a bedroom, and the two of them were talking.
*~*~*~
"Do you ever think about our future, Gordo?"
"What do you mean? Do you mean my future and your future, or do you mean OUR future?"
"The latter one."
Gordo sat down and said, "Yeah, all the time, Lizzie. I mean, how can I not?"
"Well, where do you think it is headed?" Lizzie asked.
"I think," Gordo started then he thought for a moment, "I am very happy were we are now."
"So you don't want to get married and have children?" Lizzie asked.
"Get married? Of course I want to get married, I just want to be able to support us before we get married."
"But we can afford it now," Lizzie said.
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, but what about a house. I mean, I assume you would want to move into a house when we get married and houses cost money. I don't want to be in debt or anything."
"Okay," Lizzie said, "What about the other thing?"
"What other thing?"
"What about children? You want children, don't you?"
"I don't care if I have children," Gordo said.
"You don't care?" Lizzie asked.
"No, I don't. I mean, as long as I have you with me all my life, I am set," Gordo said.
"You never told me you didn't want children before," Lizzie said.
"It isn't that I don't want children; I just really don't have an opinion," Gordo explained.
"Well, I want children. What do you think of that?"
"Well, if it is what you want, it is what I want," Gordo said, trying not to start an argument.
Lizzie cried, "Really? So now you want children?"
"Lizzie, I don't care!" Gordo exclaimed.
""I thought you knew I wanted children!" Lizzie said.
"I thought you knew I didn't care!"
"Well, I didn't"
"I am sorry. Now you know. Listen, I would love to have children some day, but I don't think I am ready for children right now. Give me a few years, okay?"
"You mean, you might want children in a few years?"
"Yeah," Gordo said.
"But not now?"
"Nope," Gordo said, "I am just not ready for that."
Lizzie wiped a tear streaming down her face and sat down on the bed, "I am sorry, Gordo. I didn't mean to make an argument about this. I just wanted to see where we stood."
"Good," Gordo said and he hugged Lizzie, "Because for a minute there, I thought you were going to tell me that you were pregnant." He laughed lightly at the thought.
Lizzie started to cry again.
"What's the matter, Lizzie?"
"Gordo," she said, and she turned to look at him. She then stood up and headed for the door, "I am pregnant."
~*~*~*~
Lizzie shot up at the memory and breathed in and out heavily.
No.
No.
No.
NO!
That was just a dream, wasn't it? Gordo would never say anything like that? Would he?
All the sudden, Lizzie felt really insecure. She thought she remembered everything, but when she tried to remember, she couldn't remember how she told Gordo she was pregnant.
It seemed so real, what he said, and Lizzie was afraid that it was.
No wonder he didn't want to get married. No wonder he didn't want to make love to her---wait what about last night?
Lizzie had all these hallucinations as she tried to put everything together. All she really wanted was Gordo. But now she wasn't sure. If he was going to come in and tell her that she was having a nightmare and there was no truth to that dream, then, well, frankly she wouldn't trust him.
No, that was the truth. He lied to her. He took advantage of her and didn't tell her what he should have.
Lizzie was about ready to faint when she was putting this all together, but the phone rang, which caused her thoughts to be disrupted.
"H-hello?" Lizzie asked, feeling sweat dripping off her forehead.
"Lizzie? It's me, Miranda," the voice on the other line said.
Lizzie sighed, although she didn't feel relaxed. Maybe there was some logical explanation for all of this, but Lizzie couldn't come up with it. "Hi, Miranda," she said.
"So," Miranda said, "Do you remember everything?"
Lizzie gulped. She was pretty sure she did before she fell asleep, but now she wasn't so sure, "I don't know."
"Do you remember me?"
"Yes," Lizzie said, "I remember you very well."
"Well, that's good."
"Miranda," Lizzie said, feeling brave. She had to know this for sure, "How-how did Gordo respond when I told him I was having a baby?"
Lizzie could hear nervous breathing on the other side of the line, "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Lizzie said, shutting her eyes and determined to find the truth, "Did he tell me that he wasn't ready for marriage? Did he tell me he wasn't ready for children?"
There was a pause as Lizzie waited for a response, "I don't know," Miranda said, "I wasn't in the same room."
"NO!" Lizzie screamed, feeling at this point like the whole world was lying to her, "I know you know something. I can tell that you know something. Just tell me."
Miranda sighed, "Where's Gordo?"
"I don't know."
"Did he tell you anything?"
"No," Lizzie said, "And now I don't know what to believe."
"Lizzie," Miranda said, trying to level with her best friend, "Yes, Gordo was unsure about marriage and family when you told him about it, but he might have changed."
"Miranda," Lizzie said, as tears flowed. She felt like her love for Gordo was dying and she was on a high earlier today that was slowly dropping, "I remember what he said. He hasn't changed. You don't change that much in three days."
"You should really talk to Gordo about this."
"No," Lizzie said, "I don't ever have to talk to Gordo again."
Lizzie slammed the phone back to hang it up as she sat on the bed and cried for a few more minutes. Lizzie was absolutely furious with Gordo and she was pretty sure, especially after he used her the night before, that she would never be able to forgive him.
All Lizzie wanted to do was go home.
That night, after thinking about it for a while and seeing that Gordo showed no sign of return, she packed her things together and wrote Gordo a note, explaining what she was doing.
"David Gordon,
I remember everything, even the things you thought I would never remember. After giving it a lot of thought, I have decided that I am going home for the rest of the summer. It's probably better health wise for me anyway. I loved you and I thought I wanted to start a family, but seeing as you aren't ready, I guess I'll just have to raise the child all by myself. Good bye, David. Have a nice life.
Lizzie."
Lizzie made up the bed and placed it on the pillow and took all her things and was set to leave…
That is, until the phone rang.
Lizzie almost didn't want to answer it, but decided she would, just in case it was her parents or someone.
But it wasn't her parents.
It was Gordo.
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I'll try to update as soon as possible. Have a nice weekend.
Chapter Twenty-Three
~Gordo~
It was mid-afternoon and Gordo was trying hard to figure out what to do with his life. He didn't intend of fleeing to another country, it just happened. He didn't plan on staying there very long, either. His parents would be coming the next day and that wouldn't be fair to Lizzie.
Gordo stopped by a café near the border and sat outside. The sky was beautiful. Before this, Gordo felt as if he was in a place in his life where he was content. For him, this trip had become a journey, but mentally and physically. He went where he never planned to go and he did things he never wanted to do and any time he wanted to, he could tell the truth.
But he couldn't tell the truth. Not now. It was too late.
He spent so much time thinking about everything that he almost forgot what the two were angry about in the first place. Oh yeah, Gordo remembered, Lizzie was angry because Gordo wasn't ready for a family. He wasn't ready to commit to marriage.
But he was.
He stuck around the café for another hour or so before deciding to head back to Rome. He didn't know exactly how to get there, but he figured if he made it this far, he could make it again back home by morning.
~~~
~Lizzie~
Lizzie spent most of the day resting. She didn't want to go anywhere because she wanted to be there when Gordo got home. She turned on the TV, but nothing fancied her interest. So she got out a book and started to read. She wasn't sure when, but at some point while she was reading she fell asleep.
As Lizzie fell into a deep slumber, a dream started to emerge. Actually, it wasn't really a dream as much as it was a memory. This had happened to her a lot as she regained her memory and helped her restore some of the specific events in her life. It seemed very clear as Lizzie slept and very lifelike.
Gordo was the main character in this memory. He was the main character in a lot of her dreams, but this one seemed different.
They were in a place that looked vividly familiar and it looked recent. She also saw herself in the image. It looked romantic, in a bedroom, and the two of them were talking.
*~*~*~
"Do you ever think about our future, Gordo?"
"What do you mean? Do you mean my future and your future, or do you mean OUR future?"
"The latter one."
Gordo sat down and said, "Yeah, all the time, Lizzie. I mean, how can I not?"
"Well, where do you think it is headed?" Lizzie asked.
"I think," Gordo started then he thought for a moment, "I am very happy were we are now."
"So you don't want to get married and have children?" Lizzie asked.
"Get married? Of course I want to get married, I just want to be able to support us before we get married."
"But we can afford it now," Lizzie said.
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, but what about a house. I mean, I assume you would want to move into a house when we get married and houses cost money. I don't want to be in debt or anything."
"Okay," Lizzie said, "What about the other thing?"
"What other thing?"
"What about children? You want children, don't you?"
"I don't care if I have children," Gordo said.
"You don't care?" Lizzie asked.
"No, I don't. I mean, as long as I have you with me all my life, I am set," Gordo said.
"You never told me you didn't want children before," Lizzie said.
"It isn't that I don't want children; I just really don't have an opinion," Gordo explained.
"Well, I want children. What do you think of that?"
"Well, if it is what you want, it is what I want," Gordo said, trying not to start an argument.
Lizzie cried, "Really? So now you want children?"
"Lizzie, I don't care!" Gordo exclaimed.
""I thought you knew I wanted children!" Lizzie said.
"I thought you knew I didn't care!"
"Well, I didn't"
"I am sorry. Now you know. Listen, I would love to have children some day, but I don't think I am ready for children right now. Give me a few years, okay?"
"You mean, you might want children in a few years?"
"Yeah," Gordo said.
"But not now?"
"Nope," Gordo said, "I am just not ready for that."
Lizzie wiped a tear streaming down her face and sat down on the bed, "I am sorry, Gordo. I didn't mean to make an argument about this. I just wanted to see where we stood."
"Good," Gordo said and he hugged Lizzie, "Because for a minute there, I thought you were going to tell me that you were pregnant." He laughed lightly at the thought.
Lizzie started to cry again.
"What's the matter, Lizzie?"
"Gordo," she said, and she turned to look at him. She then stood up and headed for the door, "I am pregnant."
~*~*~*~
Lizzie shot up at the memory and breathed in and out heavily.
No.
No.
No.
NO!
That was just a dream, wasn't it? Gordo would never say anything like that? Would he?
All the sudden, Lizzie felt really insecure. She thought she remembered everything, but when she tried to remember, she couldn't remember how she told Gordo she was pregnant.
It seemed so real, what he said, and Lizzie was afraid that it was.
No wonder he didn't want to get married. No wonder he didn't want to make love to her---wait what about last night?
Lizzie had all these hallucinations as she tried to put everything together. All she really wanted was Gordo. But now she wasn't sure. If he was going to come in and tell her that she was having a nightmare and there was no truth to that dream, then, well, frankly she wouldn't trust him.
No, that was the truth. He lied to her. He took advantage of her and didn't tell her what he should have.
Lizzie was about ready to faint when she was putting this all together, but the phone rang, which caused her thoughts to be disrupted.
"H-hello?" Lizzie asked, feeling sweat dripping off her forehead.
"Lizzie? It's me, Miranda," the voice on the other line said.
Lizzie sighed, although she didn't feel relaxed. Maybe there was some logical explanation for all of this, but Lizzie couldn't come up with it. "Hi, Miranda," she said.
"So," Miranda said, "Do you remember everything?"
Lizzie gulped. She was pretty sure she did before she fell asleep, but now she wasn't so sure, "I don't know."
"Do you remember me?"
"Yes," Lizzie said, "I remember you very well."
"Well, that's good."
"Miranda," Lizzie said, feeling brave. She had to know this for sure, "How-how did Gordo respond when I told him I was having a baby?"
Lizzie could hear nervous breathing on the other side of the line, "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Lizzie said, shutting her eyes and determined to find the truth, "Did he tell me that he wasn't ready for marriage? Did he tell me he wasn't ready for children?"
There was a pause as Lizzie waited for a response, "I don't know," Miranda said, "I wasn't in the same room."
"NO!" Lizzie screamed, feeling at this point like the whole world was lying to her, "I know you know something. I can tell that you know something. Just tell me."
Miranda sighed, "Where's Gordo?"
"I don't know."
"Did he tell you anything?"
"No," Lizzie said, "And now I don't know what to believe."
"Lizzie," Miranda said, trying to level with her best friend, "Yes, Gordo was unsure about marriage and family when you told him about it, but he might have changed."
"Miranda," Lizzie said, as tears flowed. She felt like her love for Gordo was dying and she was on a high earlier today that was slowly dropping, "I remember what he said. He hasn't changed. You don't change that much in three days."
"You should really talk to Gordo about this."
"No," Lizzie said, "I don't ever have to talk to Gordo again."
Lizzie slammed the phone back to hang it up as she sat on the bed and cried for a few more minutes. Lizzie was absolutely furious with Gordo and she was pretty sure, especially after he used her the night before, that she would never be able to forgive him.
All Lizzie wanted to do was go home.
That night, after thinking about it for a while and seeing that Gordo showed no sign of return, she packed her things together and wrote Gordo a note, explaining what she was doing.
"David Gordon,
I remember everything, even the things you thought I would never remember. After giving it a lot of thought, I have decided that I am going home for the rest of the summer. It's probably better health wise for me anyway. I loved you and I thought I wanted to start a family, but seeing as you aren't ready, I guess I'll just have to raise the child all by myself. Good bye, David. Have a nice life.
Lizzie."
Lizzie made up the bed and placed it on the pillow and took all her things and was set to leave…
That is, until the phone rang.
Lizzie almost didn't want to answer it, but decided she would, just in case it was her parents or someone.
But it wasn't her parents.
It was Gordo.
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I'll try to update as soon as possible. Have a nice weekend.