As I wait for the elevator door to open, I glance at my watch; seeing the seconds slowly slide past the elegant hands. A mechanical shutter informs me that the elevator has finally arrived; I look up, only for me to be entrapped by the most amazing eyes I had ever seen. Golden flecks danced among emerald stone, the sheer intensity of them forced the air from my lungs. How odd it is, you're only aware of the importance of things like breathing when you don't have the ability to. I thought of how dangerous eyes like those could be as I reached forward to select the ground floor, hesitating as I see that the ground floor has already been selected. I look around the elevator, noting how oddly empty it is for an airport; just him and I. Normally stuffed to the brim with people, such a small space; it's closing in all around me. I begin to study him out of the corner of my eye, in a dark blue suit, styled brown hair that fell slightly to the side and a large black luggage bag sitting at his black dress shoes there was no question he was attractive, but why was I having such a reaction to him? Before I have time to study him in any detail (was that a tattoo on his neck?) I can feel that I've been seen, my skin starts to tingle, I force myself back to those eyes, a deer looking into the headlights of an oncoming car. Those eyes, so similar to the ones that haunt me in my sleep; taking in everything and giving away nothing; stripping you until you're bear. He smiles at me, his eyes seemed lit from within, a source of fire that will not extinguish. Fire is as dangerous as the smile he gifts me with, sending the blood to my face and pumping me with fear, desire and memories.
Every night has seemed endless now that she's not here, it's been so long since that day. What would she say now? What would she say to her baby girl? Would she have any words for the husband she left behind? What would have happened if she hadn't of died? Tonight's going to be bad, he was half way through the latest bottle of bourbon when I got home hours ago; and now I wait. He never takes long to find me after he finishes a bottle. I hear him begin to stir in the living room below me; I battle with the familiar animistic urge to flee and wait for my father to take from me what my mother can no longer give him.
The thump of the elevator doors interrupted my silent pleas for help, I could look no where but down as I tried to straighten out the my tangle of thoughts. You cannot have a mental breakdown in the middle of an elevator with a stranger standing right beside you. Those fleck in his eyes are amazing, maybe that's what I'll think of him as; Fleck. What flight was he getting on? He looks really good in a suit. Why do I care about that? He must think you're stupid, just gawking at him like that! How pathetic, an ill minded little girl lost in her own head. As the elevator doors begin to shut I reflectively stick a hand out to stop it, only to come face to face with Flecks as we both hold open the elevator door. I must have been standing there staring blankly until the doors timed out, why didn't he go first? Was he just watching me the entire time? An immediate flush swept through my body, in embarrassment I step back to hide my blushing face. My gaze is torn to him, "After you, Azure." my body reacts to his words before my mind has fully had time to process what he said; I turn mid stride, "What did you call me?" He pulls up short to avoid tripping over my luggage bag, he looks to me and smiles, "I called you Azure." Bravery overcomes me at this man giving me name as I had to him, I study him with no shame and ask, "Why Azure?" As he walks around my still form he says, "It was the only color I could think of to ever consider comparing your eyes to." I could feel my face flare with heat, I managed to stammer out a "Thank you." Before he could respond I turned away, only to be feet from him. I increased my pace, as the distance between us lessened I could see how anger he was with me, his face a shade of pink, his stride heavy and long with his hands clenched at his side. The instant he was in my proximity he grabbed my fore arm, pulling me close to him and aside from the main amount of people in the lobby. "Who was that? Did he say anything to you? I hate the way he was looking at you, I can see how much he wanted you. Were you a good little girl or did you give it up to him in an elevator like the piece of trash whore you really are?" I stare into his eyes, such an intelligence wasted on a creature so cold. He slams his elbow into my ribs, always being discrete but letting me know he had no patience for my silence. "I'm sorry Father."
I spend the rest of my time with him, going through the routines of waiting for our flight to land. After having lunch with him I go to wash my hands, thanking my luck that there was no one present to see the new layer of bruising that he left. As I leave to return to him I notice a vending machine along the wall of the hallway, sandwiched between a bench and a set of telephone booths. I consider the options as I rummage for change: m&ms, smarties, twix, aero, 3 musketeers, oh henry, coffee crisp, an assortment of chips, water bottles and pepsi products. As I slide in my money and begin dialing the number for a 3 muskteers I feel a presence behind me, as I reach down to take my purchase I hear, "Hello again, Azure." I spin around, a smile already on my lips, "Hello Flecks." Oh how stupid it was of me to call him that out loud. I flinch, my eyes going anywhere but him as I hold my breath and wait for his response.
The thump of the elevator doors interrupted my silent pleas for help, I could look no where but down as I tried to straighten out the my tangle of thoughts. You cannot have a mental breakdown in the middle of an elevator with a stranger standing right beside you. Those fleck in his eyes are amazing, maybe that's what I'll think of him as; Fleck. What flight was he getting on? He looks really good in a suit. Why do I care about that? He must think you're stupid, just gawking at him like that! How pathetic, an ill minded little girl lost in her own head. As the elevator doors begin to shut I reflectively stick a hand out to stop it, only to come face to face with Flecks as we both hold open the elevator door. I must have been standing there staring blankly until the doors timed out, why didn't he go first? Was he just watching me the entire time? An immediate flush swept through my body, in embarrassment I step back to hide my blushing face. My gaze is torn to him, "After you, Azure." my body reacts to his words before my mind has fully had time to process what he said; I turn mid stride, "What did you call me?" He pulls up short to avoid tripping over my luggage bag, he looks to me and smiles, "I called you Azure." Bravery overcomes me at this man giving me name as I had to him, I study him with no shame and ask, "Why Azure?" As he walks around my still form he says, "It was the only color I could think of to ever consider comparing your eyes to." I could feel my face flare with heat, I managed to stammer out a "Thank you." Before he could respond I turned away, only to be feet from him. I increased my pace, as the distance between us lessened I could see how anger he was with me, his face a shade of pink, his stride heavy and long with his hands clenched at his side. The instant he was in my proximity he grabbed my fore arm, pulling me close to him and aside from the main amount of people in the lobby. "Who was that? Did he say anything to you? I hate the way he was looking at you, I can see how much he wanted you. Were you a good little girl or did you give it up to him in an elevator like the piece of trash whore you really are?" I stare into his eyes, such an intelligence wasted on a creature so cold. He slams his elbow into my ribs, always being discrete but letting me know he had no patience for my silence. "I'm sorry Father."
I spend the rest of my time with him, going through the routines of waiting for our flight to land. After having lunch with him I go to wash my hands, thanking my luck that there was no one present to see the new layer of bruising that he left. As I leave to return to him I notice a vending machine along the wall of the hallway, sandwiched between a bench and a set of telephone booths. I consider the options as I rummage for change: m&ms, smarties, twix, aero, 3 musketeers, oh henry, coffee crisp, an assortment of chips, water bottles and pepsi products. As I slide in my money and begin dialing the number for a 3 muskteers I feel a presence behind me, as I reach down to take my purchase I hear, "Hello again, Azure." I spin around, a smile already on my lips, "Hello Flecks." Oh how stupid it was of me to call him that out loud. I flinch, my eyes going anywhere but him as I hold my breath and wait for his response.
