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Chapter Eleven – Silas is Forgiven, Marcy is Guilt-Stricken

I liked how she rubbed my back. It was so comforting, and made me feel like she still loved me. Father said, she probably loves me as a neighbor, not a companion, but I know better. Why would she come see me everyday? "You're an interesting person Silas. Did you know that?" she said to me in mid-rub. My throat was still choked up with tears. I don't think I'll ever be able to cry out all my tears for every pain I've gone through. "I did not know. Is that good?" She looks at me in the eyes and smiles, and says, "Yeah! You are strong, but you feel and look so light. Perhaps that's what an angel is." I assume she was complementing me. "Thank you, but I don't really understand." She took a step back from me and said, "Well, as I was hugging you now, I was able to wrap my arms around you and still meet up with the other without choking you. And, your chest, it feels really light. Like, almost hollow, but still muscular. I think an angel, if they exist, would be delicate to the eye and touch, but strong beyond all comparison. Perhaps you were supposed to be my guardian angel." She said this in such a casual manner that I didn't think she was serious. I gave her a weak smile, the most I could pull from my face at the time. "Thank you, that means a lot to me." She walked back towards me, held my face to hers, and wiped whatever tears were still on my face. Then she did the most amazing thing! She gave me a kiss on my cheek! She was still smiling when she said bye and left, but I was stunned. I gently touched the area she kissed, and in happiness, I fell to the floor and began praying. I prayed to the Lord for His having sent her to me, I prayed for Bishop Aringarosa for helping me this far, and I prayed for Rachel. I am her guardian angel anyways.

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I felt kind of awkward about giving him that kiss, but I suspect it made him feel better. I assume it's been forever since he was touched by someone with two 'X' chromosomes. It made me feel better too. I didn't know he felt so strongly about his accident. Maybe I came off a bit too strong on it. I have Marcy McKinley to thank for that! As soon as possible, I was going to let her have it. So when I entered my apartment, I wasn't expecting her to be there. "Hey Rae! How did today go? Did you turn him in like I said?" I sighed. Marcy had chestnut brown hair, and a short physique. "Well Marce, it was more of a suggestion. Secondly, no, I did not. He's an innocent man. He accidentally killed one woman. He thought she was going to shoot him, and he had just bought a gun for protection. He isn't responsible for the other deaths, you've pinned the wrong man, and because I confronted him about it, he broke into tears. It really must have done a number on him. Are you proud of yourself now?" Marcy lowered her head and shook it. "I can't believe it! I honestly thought we had the right man! I'm sorry Rachel; I guess I just got too worked up about this, huh?" I nodded and hugged her. "It's okay, I forgive you. You're my best friend!" She laughed and hugged me back.

"Rachel, it's good to see you again!" At first I was wondering why Rachel sounded like a man, but when I turned to my kitchen, I saw Kevin, my ex-boyfriend, holding three beers. Kevin was a rugged, dirty blond, and looked as muscular as his ego. I sighed and said, "Marcy, you know I don't like dogs. I can't even have them in my apartment building! Are you trying to make me get kicked out?" Marcy laughed and said, "He was waiting for you when I came here. I got a key from your father." I sighed. "Well, as long as you're here Kiki, give me a beer." He grunted at my nickname for him and handed me a beer. It was nice to have something that would make me forget if I did something like sleep with Kevin again. We toasted and sat on the couch, sipping our beers and talking about what we've been doing lately. Somehow, Silas came up and Kevin turned to me. "You found yourself a boyfriend already? Man, what did they do to you in prison? Is there anyway I can help?" he asked in that sultry tone of his. Marcy laughed and said, "Yeah, get neutered and stop screwing everything that moves." I laughed and said in a drunken stupor, "Yeah, or buy condoms! It's not that hard to. Are you embarrassed about buying the extra-small?" Marcy and I laughed, and I fell off the couch, my beer staying upright.

Marcy fell asleep, and when I became half-sober, I said to Kevin, "Are you going to give her a ride home? I have work in the morning." Kevin set his beer down and said, "Sure, but tell me more about this Silas character." I sighed. It seems like Kevin wants me back. "Kevin, he's no one you need to get worked up over. He's a really good guy friend."

Kevin grunted and took my beer. "A good friend like Marcy, or like us?"

"We are just good friends Kevin. Silas is actually better than the both of you put together."

"How so? Please, elaborate."

"Well, he is from France, lived in Spain, has been to London, and now is here. What more do you want from me?"

"Oh, so if I travel a lot, will you love me?"

"That's putting words in my mouth. When he got angry at me yesterday, he spoke in French. I like a guy with an authentic accent."

"Oh, so you would like me if I had an accent?"

"Kevin, I like you, you're nice, but I don't see us being anymore than –"

"Friends with benefits?" He was edging to me now, his strong arm running up my leg.

"Even less than that. Drinking buddies maybe, but that's it."

"What do you like so much about him? What has he done for you?"

"He's made me a little bit more understanding, nicer, and sensitive."

"Yeah, but does he do this for you?" He reached up and kissed me on the lips. I had forgotten how good of a kisser he was. Damn. Before I knew it, we were stripping our clothes off and rolling around on the floor like animals.