Escaping Parker - F.T. Zele Page 0,54

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Once everything is paid for, we are back in the car driving home.

“So what colors did you pick out?” he asks.

“It’s a surprise! I went way out of my comfort zone, but I had this great idea. Let’s hope it all works out. Do you have a newspaper by any chance?”

“No, but I can get one. What do you need one for?”

“I need to start looking for a job, and since I don’t have a computer, I figured that’s the way to look. I just hope people still post in the paper,” I say as we pull into the driveway.

“I’ll get one tomorrow,” he says and helps carry everything inside.

Rig comes in and sets the supplies on the kitchen table. “Here. I got you this. But you have to promise you won’t call anybody you knew or anybody from your past. If I’m not here, and you need something, or if I need to get ahold of you, use this.” He hands me a phone, nothing fancy, just a basic pre-paid phone.

“Thank you.” I look it over as I flip in my hands.

“I put my number in there. Please don’t call anybody, though,” he stresses.

“I promise, I won’t.” I put it on the counter. “So the living room is off limits to you until I’m done in here.”

“What am I supposed to do?” he asks.

“Something outside, or go in your room. Anywhere but in there,” I say. “Ok. Well, I guess I will fix things outside with the stuff I got from the store. Let me know if you need any help. Don’t forget to stir the paint good before you use it.”

I find a pencil in a drawer, and head into the living room to get started on this project, excited to make my vision come to life. I paint my first coat of yellow on the solid wall, and while I wait for it to dry, I paint the other walls white to freshen them up. This first round isn’t very fun at all; I guess that’s why they say boring stuff is as fun as watching paint dry.

Late into the night, I’m getting extremely tired, but determined to finish. At last, I use my stencil to make a lattice pattern with the teal paint.

Once I’m satisfied I got it all looking good, I walk down the hall to Rig’s room and knock on the door.

“Yeah? he says, and I open the door peeking my head in.

“Come see what I did. Tell me if it looks ok.”

He abruptly stops at the end of the hall, his eyes panning the room. “Holy shit! Parker, you did this?”

“Well, who else would’ve done it? Does it look ok, really?” I hope he isn’t yanking my chain.

“Yes, it really does. I’m just surprised that you got this done all in one day. It makes a huge difference in this room.”

“Thank you. Well, I’m beat. I’m going to take a shower and maybe watch a movie on TV or something. Want to join me?” I ask.

“Sure.”

I quickly shower and throw on some sweats, something comfortable to lounge on the couch. Rig is already on the couch waiting, so I take a seat next to him.

“Put on whatever you want, I’m ok with anything,” I tell him.

While the movie plays, I get more tired by the minute, and my eyes start to get heavy. I rest my head on his shoulder, using it as a pillow. He lifts his arm and places it around me, the comfort of his touch swallowing me. His fingers run up and down my arms, sending shivers all over me. I try to keep my eyes open for as long as I can so I can soak up all the time we have together until the last drop.

Leaning his head over to the side, he peppers my head lightly with kisses, making me feel whole inside. I can’t imagine not having moments like this once he is gone. Even just sitting here, he makes me feel like I’m his whole world. I sort of am, for the moment. I don’t let that discourage me, or make me want to run. I’ve done enough running for a lifetime, mentally and physically.

This journey, for me, has been all about rolling with the punches, and accepting things I will never be able to change. I know somewhere hidden is a lesson, or some significant message that I haven’t found yet. So I wait for the day the pieces will all fall into

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