Internally Unknown, Chapter 3 - Being With Her

Chapter 3 – Being With Her

She put her hand on my knee and a tear grazed her cheek. This is bad, I didn't want to make her cry, I just wanted her to hear me out! Why do girls have to be so emotional at times?

"Hey, Chelsea. Don't cry. I'm okay! I'm right here, it's alright." I put my hand on her back and bring her in close. As she sobs into my shoulder, I can't help but think about the dang leather couch. I mean really? This thing squeaks with every move I make, at least the pillows are comfy.

"It's not that!" she sniffled. I seriously don't know what's wrong. If anything, I should be crying.

"Chelsea, just tell me. I told you everything, I think I deserve to know why you're balling!" I kissed her forehead and slipped my hand under her shirt, rubbing her back.

"It's just. If he saw you, then he could have done anything to you! He could have, copied your contact list on your phone, and copied your house keys! He could have all your information, he's probably stealing your identity as we speak! If not, then he's probably going to get ransom money from us somehow!" she cried, I looked into the doorway to see an employee getting some coffee, she gives me a desperate look and shrugs. I can't help but wink and silently giggle. How insane can this get?
"Chelsea, you need to calm down. Listen to me, sit up right now, wipe your pretty little eyes and hear me out" I demand in soothing tones. I don't want my little girl to think I'm controlling her.
"Bunny, common get it together. You still are my bunny, right?"

That got her up. As soon as I finished my sentence she reached for a tissue and got up, using her pocket mirror to fix any makeup smudges.

"Okay, Peter. Tell me. What is it? How are you going to protect yourself, protect US?!"

I grimaced at the thought of us being separated because of something like this.
"Chelsea-Bunny. He can't steal my identity. I left all my personal stuff, in the car and it was locked up. All the windows were closed, and everything. I had my key on my bracelet that you made me, and you KNOW IT." I replied with ease. How ridiculous would that be? Stealing someone's identity because you murdered a boy? If I were the murderer I would tell the parents that I have the boy and demand for ransom money, but if I was twisted, in the end just kill the boy. But hey I'm not, I just the same as the boy; a victim. But the thing is, I didn't get killed.

Chelsea couldn't take her eyes off me, suddenly I felt multiple eyes on me. I turned and looked behind me. 4 co-workers there, all mouthing the same words "Kiss, Kiss, KISS!" How embarrassing would it be, to kiss in front of THEM? Sure enough, when I turned around Chelsea smiled and planted one on me. I couldn't move; I was surprised. Is this the new low? Was she doing this whole thing to make a show? I looked at her, my mouth wide open. But I guess she took that wrongly, because yet again she planted another one on me. I quickly turned my head and caught the crowd dying down. Just coffee pot lady.

"Chels. Now, that we're alone. We may do that." I put my arm on her back, and the other on her curvy waist as I pulled her close and kissed her with everything I had. Her lips had a sweet tang to them. I liked that.

After what seemed like forever, and due to lack of air, I finally broke the kiss. She looked at me and gave me the biggest smile I've ever seen, and she was practically glowing. I moved her hair out of her face and sighed, she's practically my life. Without her, I'd be some guy, working, coming home, helping his mother, and doing nothing. But this is why it's all worth it.
Chelsea suddenly looked at me with reason, and cleared her throat as if she had been thinking hard.

"Peter, now I know that you're the one for me. I think, that I should take the day off. You need care anyways, since you're head got all busted up. I'm going to hand the store to Amanda for the day and-"

"Woah, Woah, WOAH! Hold on for a moment Chelsea. Half an hour ago, before I even told you the story you were all: "I don't think I have time for you later in the day, just come right now so we can talk." Now you're cancelling the whole day for me? What has gotten into you?" I instantly covered my mouth. Am I trying to start a fight with the light, the shining stars, and the reason I get up in the morning and actually look forward to the day? She's finally paying back after these long hard 5 years. What am I doing, passing it off? Not this time.

"You're right Peter, my business is pretty important. Hey Amanda, come here.. NO! Step away from the coffee pot and just co – "

"NO, I mean.. Yes. I mean. Just LOOK. Chelsea, I think we should go home, and rest. You need this. I need this, I'm starting to get a little woozy and well.. You haven't had a free day this week, and now you're working on weekends too? Common, give the keys to Amanda, and lets go." I'm not taking "no" for an answer. I know this was supposed to be my day, but she needs some pampering too. I took her by the hand and headed for the door, walking slowly so she could chatter along. "Blah, Blah, lockdown, Black shadow, Keys, don't forget Studio, My Concealer?" was what she said before we left, then I heard a reply of "You fine girl, knock him dead!" then I thought, does she mean "does she look good", or does she want to kill me and bring me back here so Amanda can conceal me?

I opened the door for Chelsea and watched her step in the car, she looked like she was a model. Had she practiced stepping in and out of cars to look her best for the red carpet? Even the tiniest of things, can look easy and graceful, yet so cute when it's done by my Chelsea.