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Callies Story part 2
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Please read part on of this story before reading ahead.
Ms. Bailey's teary eyes met mine. I gasped as I saw her pain running down her flushed face. She covered her face with her hands, trying to cover the tears that wouldn't stop.
Her voice came out in a whine "Callie I'm sorry. I just received some bad news and........"
Her tears started again I went to her desk in a hurry, wondering what to do. Walking around her desk and placed my hand gently on her shoulder. She slowly turned into me and my arms somehow ended up around her. Tears rushed against my shirt. Her lovely head rested against my shoulder as I leaned against her desk for support.
"Ms. Bailey what kind of news did you receive that made you so upset?"
In a childlike voice "She's died" the words came out in small gasp of pain.
Her hands wrapped around me bringing me closer to her. She was practically kneeling on the floor in front of me. Her skirt riding up her smooth thighs as she slipped off of her chair. She was a mess. Her tear stained face resting on my shoulder. The slight sighs of sadness rushed to my ear. Her hot whining breath crashing into the side of my neck.
She was vulnerable, as she slid to the floor her body left mine. Her cries echoed in my ear. I felt her pain. She laid on the floor. She was like a crying child that you just wanted to comfort, hold and tend to.
I got to my knees and rubbed her back. Her body was heaving from the vigorous crying.
"Bailey who died?"
She looked at me with bloodshot teary eyes. There was so much pain in them. I wanted to hold her close and never let her go.
"Who died?" I said with more compassion.
"The love of my life. The woman I should have married" her cries were loud now. Her body lay limp on the floor.
"Her?" my voice was weak with anticipation. She looked at me with complete shock. I saw fear in those beautiful eyes. I was drowning in them as I saw the truth.
"Bailey are you gay?" I said in hesitation.
She breathed in deep, closing her eyes and said "yes". That's why she has been so sympathetic towards me. She's just like me. She feels the same kinda of pain that I have and now she feels more.
The first bell rang letting everyone know class was going to begin in five minutes.
We looked at each other with understanding. She slowly sobered. I helped her to her feet my hands holding hers. She leisurely sat in her seat. Looking at her with renewed beauty I cradled her lovely head in my hands looking into those eyes of complete heaven. I couldn't help it. I leaned down and softly kissed her warm forehead. She leaned into me. Knowing that the class was going to be filled soon I tenderly wiped the tears from her flushed face and gave her a quick smile as I pulled away from her. In those slow seconds we both came to the realizations of this worlds tragedies and how truly alone you can be.
She straightened and gained her composure as the class filled with students. I turned and walked to my desk and tried to focus my attention on the work that was on the board. Bailey sat at her desk the whole hour not saying a word to the class. The students didn't talk, they could see the way Ms. Bailey was acting and knew that this was not a time to mess with her.
I wanted to go to her and hold her. To guide her though her pain. To help her though it but I stayed quit in my seat. Not turning back to see the woman that held so many burdens. The bell wrung letting me leave this room of sorrow.
Just like any other day my other classes were like a dream. Sweeping away to the end of the day. As the last bell wrung my thoughts became vivid of Bailey. Was she ok? Did she need to be held? Would she let me hold her again?
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