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Final Play (Matchplay Series)

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by Dakota Madison


  I knew it was the wrong thing to do as soon as I did it but I glanced at my watch. It was already 7:30 a.m. It was now at the point when I would be hard pressed to get in by 8:30 a.m. I actually considered her suggestion of phoning in sick but just as quickly dismissed it. I had never taken a sick day and I didn’t want my first one to be a complete lie. Besides, I’m a terrible liar.

  “You should get going,” Ella said dismissively. She still wasn’t looking me in the eye.

  I felt so conflicted. She was clearly upset. I didn’t want to leave her alone but I had to get to work. “I’ll be back tomorrow night after work. I promise.”

  “Okay,” she said but when she looked up at me her eyes looked dead. I could feel my heart breaking into a million little pieces.

  “Can I give you a hug…please?”

  Ella didn’t reply. She got up from the bed and threw on a silk kimono robe that was lying on a chair next to the window. She made her way over to me and then stood in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest.

  When I put my arms around her, she let her guard down and melted into my arms. I could hear a little snuffle that sounded like she was holding back tears. I wanted to tell her that I was completely and totally in love with her but I’m not sure why I didn’t. It just didn’t seem like the right time. I wanted it to be perfect and special and not come across as manipulative.

  “Nothing is going to keep me from you, Ella. I want you to understand that.” I placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Just give me some time to get things sorted out at work.”

  She didn’t respond. She just buried her head in my chest, so I pulled her tighter. I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t want to walk out that door with her having any doubts about me and my intentions. I wanted her to be sure about me. I wanted her to trust me. But I knew that would take time.

  “See you soon, Ella,” I promised as I let her go. As she withdrew from my arms, I already felt like a piece of me was missing. I wondered how someone could become such a vital part of my life so quickly.

  Five

  When I arrived at work at 8:45 a.m., I was subjected to a lot of whispers and several gaping mouths as I hurried down the walkway toward my office. Harper, Hanson and Associates was a small engineering firm with mostly young engineers and support staff. The founders of the company were only in their early 40s and they were a least a decade older than the rest of the staff members.

  As I passed by Ms. Lila, the office assistant for our small department, I heard her gasp. She quickly covered her exclamation with a “Good morning, Mr. Young.”

  As I glanced over at her, I noticed worry was lining her young Asian face. Ms. Lila was around my age, originally from Thailand. She was an attractive woman with a big heart. She was also a very hard worker and I had a lot of respect for her.

  “Is everything okay,” she asked, clearly concerned about my tardy appearance.

  I smiled at her. “Yes, everything is fine.”

  “The nine o’clock staff meeting has been cancelled,” she stated.

  I let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

  She furrowed her brow as if she was still concerned. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

  “I will. Thank you, Ms. Lila.”

  As soon as Ms. Lila left, Rick, Rusty and Ron, the Moe, Larry and Curly of the engineering firm, stumbled into my office and closed the door.

  “Dude,” Rick said. “Did you finally get laid?”

  I sighed. Was it that obvious? Was that the only possible reason that I could have for being late? I wanted to say I had a doctor’s appointment, or even better, a dental appointment, but I knew the lie would never have legs.

  “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” I replied.

  “Is she hot?” Ron probed.

  “Does she have big tits?” Rusty added. He made sure to place his hands under his chest in such a way to indicate a big breasted woman.

  “I have a lot of work to do,” I stated as I opened my office door. I hoped they’d take the hint.

  “Awww,” Ron cried. “Aren’t you going to give us any of the details?”

  “Dude,” Rick cried. “Come on. At least tell us what she looks like.”

  “She’s attractive,” I admitted. “Now will you please leave so I can start my work?”

  “I knew it.” Ron slapped his leg in affirmation.

  Rusty snorted. “Were you rocking her bed all night long?”

  “Time to leave,” I stated as I pushed the motley trio out the door. Rick, Rusty and Ron were perfect examples of why engineers had the stereotype of being complete geeks. From their thick framed glasses to their acne-scarred faces, the members of this wacky threesome were casebook examples of geek.

  I heaved a sigh when the door finally closed behind them. It was only 9 a.m. and I already felt like it should be afternoon. I knew it was going to be a very long day.

  I did my best to concentrate on the project I had been assigned. It was the type of high level project I had longed for since I was an intern at the firm. But now that I was in the midst of it, it didn’t seem as important.

  My thoughts kept going back to Ella. I couldn’t get rid of the image I had in my head of her, as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with disappointment and fear. I felt my heart break a little bit more every time I thought about it.

  I knew I had to do something so she would know how I felt about her but I wasn’t sure what exactly that would be. I knew all she really wanted was me but I also knew it was impossible for me to always be there physically. I needed a way for her to know that I was always with her in mind and spirit even if my body wasn’t.

  I tried my best to concentrate on my work but thoughts kept creeping back to Ella. My feelings towards her were so intense and so new to me I wasn’t sure exactly what to do with all of them. Was this what being in love felt like? It was overwhelming.

  I worked straight through lunch and Ms. Lila was kind enough to bring me back a sandwich when she returned from the little diner right next to our office building.

  I wished I could just talk with Ella for a few minutes to make sure she was okay but she didn’t have a phone. I couldn’t even drive over to her place on my break because she was too far from the office and I didn’t have enough time.

  Besides, I was on a roll and I wanted to get the project done. I was fairly close to completion. I knew if I stayed late, until eight or nine, I could complete it and then I’d have more flexibility for the rest of the week to spend nights with Ella.

  At five o’clock, there was a knock on my office door and Ms. Lila poked her head in. “Would you like me to order a dinner delivery before I leave?”

  “That would be terrific!” I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until she mentioned food and my stomach starting growling.

  “Chinese?” she asked.

  “You read my mind.”

  “Do I get paid extra for that?” she joked.

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  By 8:30 p.m. I was exhausted but the project was done. I just needed to make a few tweaks, which I could easily accomplish in the morning. I was ready to go home.

  As I drove back to my apartment, I debated stopping by Ella’s just to make sure she was okay. She was on my mind a lot and I was worried about her. Something just didn’t feel right about the way we left things and, as ridiculous as I knew it sounded, I just felt like the connection between us was off.

  It was close to nine o’clock and I didn’t feel right about knocking on Ella’s door in the middle of the night. I didn’t want her to think I was the type of guy that was going to crash at her place. But I also couldn’t shake the feeling that I should see her—that she needed me.

  As was my style, I cast my feelings aside and went with the logical solution. It was late. I didn’t want to be rude and disturb her. I knew I would see her tomorrow evening. So, I went home and went to bed.

  ***

  The next day, I arrived at work before
anyone else. I was back to being a dedicated model employee. The guy everyone could count on no matter what. The guy who got every project done before the deadline and completed each project with precision and mastery.

  The only problem was that no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the task in front of me all I could think about was Ella. I knew something was wrong. I could feel it. I also felt like I had made a tragic mistake by not seeing her the previous night.

  At little after noon, Ms. Lila stuck her head into my office. At first, I thought she might ask about picking up lunch but when I looked up, I saw that worry lined her face. “Mr. Young, there’s someone here to see you.”

  I quickly pulled up my schedule on my laptop. Had a forgotten about a client meeting? I didn’t see any appointments. “Who is it?”

  She scrunched her face even tighter. “I don’t know. She wouldn’t say. A young woman.”

  I stood and followed the tiny office assistant to the reception area. I was surprised to see Ella standing there. She looked so small, like she had shrunk since the last time I saw her. My surprise immediately turned to despair when I saw how tired and haggard she looked. Dark circles shadowed her eyes and her normally silky hair was plastered to her head. She was also wearing worn out, paint-filled jeans and an equally worn-out, paint-filled tee shirt.

  And she was barefoot.

  “Ella,” I couldn’t hold back the concern in my voice. “What are you doing here?”

  “I need you.” Her words were like a desperate plea.

  “I get off work in a few hours. I’ll come by right after work. I promise.” I now deeply regretted not seeing her the previous night. Whatever was going on now probably could have been avoided.

  Tears starting streaming down Ella’s face. “Please,” she managed to get out through a sob.

  I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to reveal about my relationship with Ella to Ms. Lila. We really didn’t talk about our personal lives with each other. But Ella looked so fragile, like she was cracking right in front of me, and I sensed that I was the only one who could hold her together. So, I took a step toward her and took her into my arms. She melted into my embrace.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  “I promise I’ll be there right after work. Just let me finish up here.”

  When I looked in her eyes, she didn’t seem convinced. I wasn’t sure she was thinking completely rationally.

  She averted my gaze. “You don’t want me.”

  My heart sank. I wondered how she could have possibly arrived at the conclusion. Not seeing her yesterday was clearly a mistake. In hindsight, I obviously would have done things differently. Her not having a phone was also an issue. I knew with certainty that I was going to see her again but I now understood that she didn’t know that. She didn’t have that same level of certainty. And why should she, given her history? The pieces started to fall together quickly and her demeanor suddenly made a lot more sense.

  I wanted her more than anything but I needed to be able to convince her of that. “I do want you,” I stated.

  “I’m not a doll you can put away on a shelf and take down to play with whenever you want.”

  Was that truly how she felt? It hit me like a brick to the side of my head. Did she think I was using her, just like every other guy, to satisfy my own needs? Had I not taken into account her needs and her desires? She did tell me how important it was for her to see me every day and I chose to ignore it because I put work before her.

  But work was important. I needed my job to survive. Maybe she didn’t understand the significance of that because she had so much money from her family she never needed to work.

  I kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. We can talk more about this later. I promise I will be there right after work. I won’t even go home first. I’ll go right to your place.”

  She furrowed her brows as she seemed to digest what I had just said. “Okay,” she agreed finally. “I’ll see you after work.”

  I felt a twinge of fear, maybe even slight panic, as I loosened my hold on her. Something was still not right but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I considered telling my boss I had an emergency and taking the afternoon off to be with her. She looked like she could fall to pieces at any moment.

  I placed my hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be there by six. I promise.”

  “Okay,” she said a little too calmly. Her voice sounded empty and hollow. Another shiver ran through me. I felt like she didn’t believe me.

  Then she turned and walked away.

  When I turned to walk back to my office, Ms. Lila was staring at me, her mouth agape. I didn’t feel like explaining the situation to her even though I thought I should say something. I’m sure the entire exchange, and Ella’s appearance, looked odd.

  “That’s my girlfriend,” I muttered as I passed by the office assistant.

  “I gathered that,” she replied. “Is she okay?”

  “I’m not sure.” I truly wasn’t.

  It was even more difficult to concentrate when I went back to my office. I wondered how much of Ella’s insecurity was due to her mental illness and how much could be attributed to her past relationships. Maybe it didn’t even matter. They seemed to be interconnected.

  As soon as the clock hit 5 p.m., I dashed out of the office and practically ran to my car. The ominous feeling I had when Ella left hadn’t subsided; if anything, it had gotten worse. I’m normally an extremely careful and safe driver, always obeying the rules of the road. But this time, I didn’t care. I sped to Ella’s house and made it in record time. It was twenty minutes to six by the time I knocked on her front door.

  My heart sank when there was no answer. Soon my knocks turned into desperate pounding when the door still didn’t open.

  “Ella,” I nearly screamed. “Where are you?”

  As I continued my frantic pounding, it occurred to me that maybe she wasn’t there. Maybe she had left. But where would she go? The only place I could think of was the art studio.

  I tried to consider all the reasons for her odd behavior. I knew some of it could probably be attributed to bipolar disorder but I also felt like there was something else going on. I tried to put myself in her shoes and look at things from her perspective. From the little she had told me and what I could deduce, she hadn’t had many positive experiences with men. If all of the guys, or even some of them, had treated her the way Steel treated her, she probably didn’t feel good about relationships and her place in them. She had every reason to believe I would be just like all the other guys, even though I told her I wasn’t. I’m sure other guys had told her the same thing and they probably ended up being lies or half-truths.

  Or maybe it was more difficult to be with someone with bipolar disorder than I realized and the other guys eventually gave up. Maybe they didn’t feel Ella was worth the hassle. As Steel said: that chick is high maintenance. Maybe he wasn’t the only guy who felt that way.

  But I had no intentions of giving up on Ella. I had already made the decision that I was in this thing no matter what. Isn’t that what love truly is? To accept a person completely, both the good and the bad. I felt like there was something much deeper drawing us together. Like we were supposed to be learning important life lessons from each other.

  If I was more of a touchy-feely type rather than a logical engineer, I’d say it was our destiny to be together but it sounded completely ridiculous as the words crossed my mind. Who believes in destiny? I’ve always been a firm believer in cause and effect. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

  There was no place for destiny in science and reason—was there?

  I decided to head over to Arts² to see if I could find Ella.

  The place was surprisingly quiet when I entered. It was also devoid of the wood and glue smells I had become accustomed to. I breathed a sigh of relief as I passed by the metal working studio and found it empty—Steel and his scary band of misfits were no
where to be seen.

  As I headed toward the painting studio, I noticed the faint sound of a woman’s voice. Ella was singing Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol as she worked on her latest painting. I wasn’t sure she heard me as I walked up behind her, or at least she didn’t react to my presence. She seemed lost in her work.

  “Ella,” I said softly.

  She didn’t immediately turn around. “You found me.” Her voice was a faint whisper.

  “You weren’t at your house. This was the next logical place to look.” It was then that I noticed a large suitcase sitting near her easel.

  “Are you planning a trip?” I blurted.

  She didn’t immediately respond but I noticed she had stopped painting. She turned to face me. “I have to go to Phoenix for a few days.”

  I furrowed my brow. “Why?”

  She got a faraway look in her eye. She looked so tired and worn down. It was like all of her enthusiasm and zest for life had drained away. It made me feel sick to think that I had somehow unknowingly contributed to the pain.

  “I feel empty,” she said. The word surprised me at first but it seemed to be an apt description. Her normally glistening eyes looked deadened.

  “How will going to Phoenix help?” I asked.

  “There’s an art exhibit there I want to see. It’s by a hot new artist Cheyenne Robison. Everyone in the art world is talking about him. He’s supposed to capture movement in metal better than any other modern metal artist.”

  The first thing I thought of when I heard metal artist was Steel and his cronies. There was no way I wanted Ella to be there by herself, half way across the country, anywhere near guys like Steel and his buddies.

  “I’m going with you,” I blurted before I had a chance to even consider the consequences of my words. It definitely wasn’t the best time to request vacation at work and I wasn’t in the habit of just taking time off without plenty of advanced notice.

  Actually, in the two years I had been working there on a full-time basis, I had never requested any time off. I had already accumulated a small bank of both vacation and sick days. But I didn’t think my boss would mind, especially if I explained the situation and mentioned that I would be happy to bring my laptop along and do work while on the trip.

 

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