I woke up with my usual chirpy attitude, hugging my new best friend Kate. I moved in with her about 2 months ago and I couldn't appreciate her more. Everything in me still aches but she, Dylan and Thirty-two have really helped me through everything.
Jake broke my heart, I couldn't help but continue to replay the day in my mind. One of the worst days of my life, apart from when my parents died or when my grandmother died of course.
I walked back into my apartment, Jake had been really distant lately but I just brushed it off.
Stupid.
I walked into the living room after throwing off my shoes and purse, throwing my feet up after a long day. I just couldn't stop thinking about 32. The way he held me and looked at me, the way he said my name...
Of course nothing could ever happen because he was a patient at the mental hospital and I was his doctor but I was really struggling. I've spent countless days with him, trying to teach him and help him. Although he's extremely stubborn its hard not to grow an attachment to him...
He's just so... handsome, and strong. I feel so safe when I'm with him. I can't help but want to touch and hold him every time I see him and he's all I can think of while I'm away. I'm starting to contemplate going to see him at night. No one has to know, but it would feel so good to have him hold me while I slept.
I sighed, relaxing onto the couch shaking the thoughts out of my head. Trying to get those amazing eyes out of my mind.
I don't really know who he is, chances are he doesn't even care about me. I don't know if he would comfort me if I needed him or make me happy on my bad days. Still the only word he's said is my name which is a problem in itself.
Not to mention I am very devoted to my boyfriend Jake. He might not be the most attentive or caring. He's kind of mean and messy and not the most handsome man I've ever met, but he caught me at a bad time and its not like there's someone better out there who would be interested in someone like me...
Stop thinking like that, I scolded myself when Jake sauntered into the room.
He stunk of booze so I knew he'd been drinking although right now he just looked hungover. He got kicked off of the police force recently for his drinking and drug problems that have only gotten exponentially worse ever since.
Some days I contemplated leaving him but I don't know what I would do if I was alone. I can't be alone, I just can't. If I have to financially support Jake and put up with his drinking problems then that's what I have to do. That's what a good girlfriend would do. As long as he wants me he can have me.
"Opal, we need to talk." He said quietly, rubbing his eyes and that in itself should have set alarms off in my head.
"What's wrong?" I asked, standing up and giving him a little massage since he seemed uncomfortable.
He slapped my hands away before scowling at me.
"You need to get out."
"I--I'm sorry?"
"You heard me. I want you out of my house."
its my house actually...
"Jake... What's going on?"
"I've had enough of your worthless annoying ass. I was only with you because you cook and clean after me but really you can't even do that right so I'm kicking you out." He explained slowly like he was talking to a toddler.
I sauntered to the door throwing his coat on.
"I'm going to the bar. If you're still here by the time I get back in an hour I won't hesitate to throw you out myself."
He then walked out the door, slamming it behind me and leaving me speechless and broken. Feeling worthless, feeling like I wasn't enough. Like I'd never be enough.
After that I ended up stranded out on the street crying when Kate found me. She was my savior, taking me in off the streets and letting me stay with her. I pay her rent so I feel less guilty, I think she's just happy to have some company instead of living alone.
I happily made my way to work, humming along to the music on the radio.
Today I was bringing in my speaker to introduce Thrifty-Two to music. I'm really excited, I think he'll like it. I had suggested it to Dr. Shawl who had thought it was a great idea.
We've made a lot of progress by now. Thirty-Two even says the random complete sentence here and there making me think he's known how to talk this entire time but just didn't trust us enough to do so.
He's still so mysterious... I couldn't help but be drawn to that.
Since Jake broke up with me I found myself getting much closer to Thirty-Two. Dr. Shawl trusts me enough to not always be there and sometimes when the guards aren't there he'll steal a little kiss or something and those are some of the best moments of my life.
I can't help but feel happier around him.
I sighed, hopping out of the car and bouncing into work.
I don't know what but something felt off as I walked through the large glass doors into the pristine white halls.
Everything was the same, but it wasn't...
I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and got pulled into a tall body. I looked up and smiled at Dylan who was smiling at one of the doctors walking by.
"Hey Dill."
"Hey Opey." He replied, pinching my cheeks as we walked through the halls towards patient 32, eyes on us as always.
"Hold on I didn't sleep very well last night, I'm going to go grab a coffee before we head down, I'll meet you there." I said chirpily, separating from him to head to the little staff kitchen we had.
Before I could turn and go Dylan grabbed my arm and something seemed off on his face though I could tell he was trying to hide it.
"You head down, I'll grab you your coffee. I think Dr. Shawl is waiting for you."
I raised my eyebrows, prying his hand off my arm before shaking my head. "I'm early actually, I'll be right there I can get my own coffee." I said eyeing him.
"NO!" I suddenly exclaimed, jumping in front of me, blocking my way to the coffee again. I could see a few people that were watching us scurry off in the direction of the coffee.
"What the hell Dylan?"
"I'm getting you coffee... because I'm a gentlemen?" He said but it was more like a question.
I raised my eyebrows and he nodded to himself, seemingly relieved and proud.
"Ya, what kind of gentleman would make a damsel get her own coffee. I'll grab it, you head down to work."
I looked into his eyes for a few moments hesitating.
"I'm not a damsel, I'm perfectly capable of getting my own coffee, where is this coming from?"
He seemed to get frustrated with this as he huffed crossing his arms.
"Deal with it. I'm your best friend and I'm going to go get your coffee whether you like it or not. Now go to work or you're going to be late." He said firmly, turning me around and pushing me towards the direction of Thirty-two.
This was really strange, usually he was really cautious about 32 and always trying to convince me to stop working with him, telling me he's dangerous and all that.
I narrowed my eyes at him but he didn't seem like he was going to give it up. I turned around, muttering a few curse words under my breath before heading back in the direction of 32. Dylan had delayed me for so long that if I did go get my coffee I actually would have been late.
I could almost hear the relief as Dylan sighed and speed walked off to the kitchen to grab me a coffee.
That was really really weird.
I just let it go and set my mind to looking forward to seeing 32.
A smile automatically bloomed onto my face and I found myself nearly skipping over to him. Once I burst through the doors I saw that Dr. Shawl hadn't arrived yet.
I took the opportunity to head right into 32's room, being sure to open the curtains and mirror so I could see when Shawl was coming.
As soon as I entered the room I was enveloped in Thirty-Two's large arms and my lips were automatically on his, tugging him closer by his hair making him moan into my mouth.
Suddenly he pushed me away a little and I heard the outside door burst open to reveal an excited Dr. Shawl.
His impressive hearing was definitely definitely handy dandy.
After another long day of work I headed out with a little headache. It could get pretty frustrating trying to get 32 to talk as well as keeping myself from jumping him.
Dylan eventually came back with my coffee and seemed to be back to normal, all that weird gentleman stuff wore off pretty quick as he lectured me on how I should spend less time with 32 all the way to the car.
Once I finally got rid of him I started on my way home. My mind was still thinking about everyone's weird actions today about the coffee thing.
So much so that I somehow didn't notice the car in my blindspot as I attempted to merge lanes. I quickly swerved away, back into my lane but the damage was done.
We both pulled over to the side of the road and I hopped out of the car, hands covering my mouth, outraged at what I'd just done and horrified with all the damage.
"I'm so so sorry!" I exclaimed, running towards the guy who was climbing out of his car. Luckily we were both driving large cars, me in a charcoal grey jeep while he was in a navy blue pickup truck that I honestly was falling in love with.
The front of his truck was completely messed up but he didn't seem to be too badly injured.
I ran up to him, checking the damage.
"Are you okay? I'm so sorry, my mind was just somewhere else, I can be so careless and stupid, I swear I'll pay for the damage this was totally my fault. Oh god, what did I do, I'm so so sor-" I trailed off when he turned around revealing himself to me.
He was smiling gently and I couldn't help myself but get lost in his good looks. He was easily the most attractive person I had ever seen and I couldn't help but get even more flustered at just the sight of his face.
I couldn't help but stare at his smile and bright friendly looking eyes that you just want to melt in front of. He was the kind of person you just wanted to have around all the time because they just look so friendly but also so attractive so you can have fun while also being able to stare at their beautiful features.
I lost all my breath as I stared at him.
His smile widened. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm totally fine and I have insurance. It was my fault too I was in your blind spot and hey, everyone makes mistakes."
I found myself just nodding dumbly making him chuckle lightly.
He extended his hand to me which seemed to knock e out of my trance a bit and show me how weird I was being as I took his in mine and tried to focus on the situation and act like a normal human being.
I noticed him shiver a little when our hands touched which was weird because of how hot it was outside.
"Hey, I'm Raphael" He said and I finally came to my senses and gave him my signature wide smile.
"Opal."