I have never seen the look of his face before. The look of relife when I told
him that she was awake. The look of love in his eyes when he asked me if
she was okey.
She wanted to talk to him and it wasn't a talk I envided him. She was angry
at him. Furious with his decision to go after the guy that had put her in a
hospital bed.
She has a point. He could get him self killed.
But I doubt that matters to him. He wants to get the guy, and knowing Van,
he won't stop before one of them is dead. I can only hope that it is asshole
that goes.
I hope that she isn't to hard on him. Like I told her, he hasn't slept in almost
three days. When the guy called and told us that he had her... The rage in
Van's eyes, the cold look on his face... Let's just say I was glad to be on his
side.
And the fear. The gut wrenching fear that we would be to late. That we
would be to fucking late and that all we would find was a body.
He loves her. How could I have missed that? Missed the way he must have
been looking at her, the way a guy looks at the woman he loves.
The way I looked at... No, I won't go there.
He is good at hiding his feelings behind the smartass attitude. Dosen't
let anything show on the surface.
But he is a guy with a big heart. And it must have killed him to be in love
with her. Killed him not beeing able to tell her how he felt.
Because this is Billie we're talking about. The sometimes bitchy lady who
doesn't seem to love anything or anyone.
Suddenly I hear her door opening and I get up from the chair I've been sitting
on. He dosen't see me and runs straight into me.
- Whoa, take it easy man. Where's the fire?
- Sorry. Didn't see you.
His jaw is clenched and his eyes are hard. And he looks tired. Dead tired.
- She give you a hard time?
- She is a fucking bitch.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Fucking bitch? What had happened
behind that door?
- So I take it went well?
He snorts.
- She must be the most irritating, stubborn , idiotic woman I ever met.
- And yet you love her.
He sighs and sits himself in a chair. He leans his head against the wall and
closes his eyes.
- Too much. Too freaking much.
- You told her.
- I had to. She didn't get why can't leave the asshole alone. Kept
babbling on about how it was her fight and how I had nothing to do
with it.
He opens his eyes and lookes at me.
- "Nothing to do with it". The son of a bitch tried to kill her Deaq. Kill her.
Did she actually think I would leave him alone? Don't she...
He stopps talking for a moment and his voice softens when he continue.
- Don't she know how much I love her?
I doubt that she does. I doubt that she has been loved like that by anyone
in her entire life.
He closes his eyes again and it looks like he has fallen asleep.
He must be exhausted.
- Go home Van. Get some sleep. You're going to get sick if you don't get
some rest.
- Yeah he says, but he dosen't move.
- Want me to drive you?
- No, I'll get a taxi.
He get's upp from the chair.
- You call me if she gets worse?
- Sure thing man. I'll even come by the house tomorrow. No go.
He went, looking like a old man.
I turned and looked at her door.
She and I were going to have some words. There where things she just didn't
get.
I opened her and went inside. She was lstaring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
- He loves you more than anything.
She turned her head and looked at me.
- I know. And that is what will get him killed.
TBC...
Rewiews are more than welcome.