Tales of a Partitioned Heart

The Secret

I sit in front of my closet, take a deep breath, and start taking everything out. I’ve been meaning to do this for months now but finally have the time and energy to do it today. Underneath the piles of assorted clothing and purses, I stumble across my memory box. I run my fingers over its brown lid and smile as I open it. All my prized possessions from throughout the years reside in this box. Seashells from my first trip to Virginia Beach, my mother’s wedding rings, and pictures from throughout my high school years all tucked away for safe keeping. I laugh when I see a picture of my friends Sarah, Britney, and me. Looking back I have no clue what I was thinking dying my hair that color and wearing that outfit. I skim a few more photos and my smile fades as my hands fall on one picture in particular. It’s one of those print out picture strips from a picture booth. Plastered in front of me underneath laminate are four silly poses of me and what seems like a distant memory.

Since I moved into the new house everyone treats me like a leper, like somehow being poor is contagious. I never had much growing up. Mom did the best she could while being a married yet single parent, but things were tough. Dad was just a figurehead to me. I seen him often but he was never really there in the ways a father should be. If it weren’t for gram, mom and I would have been out on the street a long time ago. It wasn’t until after my parents divorced and my mom switched jobs that things started looking up. Dating her boss and him moving in with us didn’t hurt our situation much either. But when you grow up in a two bed room trailer and people know it, it doesn’t matter how much your situation changes. Everyone tends to look at me a different, everyone except for Highland that is. It’s nice to have somebody to talk to on the long bus ride home.

The bus lets us off and we make our way to my house, dark clouds rolling in overhead. Highland is quiet and I know that something is on her mind. Neither of us have to say a word, I already know what it is.

“So,” I say with a smile, “my mom doesn’t come home until around six and it’s only about three o’clock now. That leaves us with three whole hours of the house to ourselves, a whole gallon of ice cream for us to eat and some time to squeeze in a movie.”

“Sounds good to me.” Highland says. She looks at me with a smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. It’s days like these that I could kill her father. I know today is his day off and that means he’d already be drunk by the time she got home. I also know that Adam was going to a friend’s house today, leaving Highland free to get away for a while without having to worry about her brother. What better opportunity than today to get her away from her dad for a little while? Any opportunity I can get to keep her away from her family, I take, as horrible as that sounds. I know how much she hates being home though, especially when her father’s home.

We throw our bags on the couch and kick off our shoes. I go into the kitchen to grab some bowls of ice cream. I come back into the living room and Highland is nowhere to be found.

“Highland?” I call out as I walk into the dining room. I notice the sliding glass door is open leading off to the back porch and that the rain is steadily falling. I look into the back yard and see Highland sitting on the ground with her head tilted toward the sky. I put the bowls of icecream down on the dining room table and walk out into the rain next to her without saying a word.

“I love the rain.” She says, breaking the silence. “It makes me forget about everything.”

I look at her and it’s like seeing her for the first time. Maybe it’s the way her wet wavy hair frames her face? Or the way her soaked light blue t-shirt is clinging to her? Could it be the way her sun kissed skin glistens beneath the raindrops? Whatever it is, I am suddenly aware of her. Everything is so heightened; it feels like there’s electricity surging through me when my arm gently touches hers, the scent of her skin makes my mouth water, and her lips look unbelievably full and soft. Our eyes meet and I look away from her, afraid she’ll know what I’m thinking. Afraid she’ll know that I have fallen in love with her and this newfound attraction that I have never known before.

Tears sting my eyes as I rise to my feet with the picture and box in hand.

Get a hold of yourself Trinity

After all this time, and all the anger I built up over the years, I never thought it would hurt this much. I thought that now, at the age of twenty-one, I could put my high school years behind me. I thought finding love again would prove that what I once thought was love is nothing more than a fling, an experiment, anything but real. But now after five years, five long years, I still can’t seem to let go of Highland. She was my best friend, my confidant, and my rock for so many years. I could lie to myself and say that things changed that day in the rain, but I know it would be a lie. Things changed between us long before then. I miss the simple days before everything became complicated, before she stole my heart. I find myself wondering how she is doing. Does she think of me? Would she pick up if I called her? Then I hear the front door open in the living room and footsteps coming toward my bedroom. Quickly I put the picture back into my memory box, wipe my eyes, and try my best to act casual.

“Hey baby.” Aiden says, bending down kissing me gently on the lips.

“Hey. How was your day at work?” I ask with a smile.

“It was pretty good. I did a workshop with the kids today.”

“That’s good, I know the workshops are your favorite.”

“What’re you doing Trin?”

“Oh nothing, I’m just tidying up a little bit. Let me put some of this stuff into a bag to give to good will and I’ll get supper started. I know you’re probably hungry.”

“You sure baby? I can start supper if you want me to.”

“No it’s okay.” I insist, “Could you just go out into the pantry and get the lasagna noodles for me?”

“Yeah, of course my love.” He says before leaning down for another kiss and walking out of the bedroom. I put the box back on my bookshelf on the very bottom and pile books on top of it in hopes that maybe, just maybe, they will be heavy enough to keep the memories locked away. In theory, memory boxes are a good idea, but only if you want to keep the memories. After putting the clothes into the bags I drag them down the hall and into the dining room. On the table I see a bouquet of red roses and smile as I feel arms wrap around me from behind.

“What are those for?” I ask turning my head toward Aiden.

“Just for being you.” He answers, kissing me on my neck. I lean back into his embrace.

“I love you.” He says softly with his half smile I adore.

“I love you too.” I respond, as I swallow the lump of guilt in my throat.

I don’t deserve you” is what I should have said….

Bethany Lynn Vine ©

Comments 21 comments

Website Examiner 5 years ago

You write very well, and I found this hub engaging. Everything sounds pretty dramatic, making the reader break into the story and intervene.


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BethanyLynn211 5 years ago from Bangor, Pa Author

Thank you =] I was worried that with the given topic and the dramatic dynamic of the story that it would be unralateable to the reader. I plan on writing more, but only if this hub picks up in reviews.


Website Examiner 5 years ago

Listen, I have created something called the HubPages Fiction Readers Club. I will feature it there now, then let us hope the members will comment, and hear what they have to say. Good luck!


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BethanyLynn211 5 years ago from Bangor, Pa Author

Oh my goodness thank you so much!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Wow! This is superbly written and intriguing. I’m very impressed!

Welcome to HubPages. You have a great deal to offer.


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland

Bethany, I really enjoyed your story, I particularly enjoyed the twist in the middle, as until that point I had something considerably different in my mind. Your writing is engaging and flows freely, something which I am trying to appreciate myself at the moment in my own writing. Don't be too disappointed with the review results. I have written some hubs which have been pure rubbish and yet have had lower scores for hubs which I have been pleased with.

Your opening paragraph was strong and progressed well into the body of the story, whilst the ending for me made me relate to your character and I wanted to give her a hug. Very well done, try some more. x


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RealHousewife 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

Excellent hub - please do write more - I would love to read it! It was great - the style, the progression and the surprise. Loved it!


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Sylvia Leong 5 years ago from North Vancouver (Canada)

This is good! Please write more.


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marcoujor 5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

BethanyLynn211,

"Honestly" had I not been led here by Wesite and seen that you are a newcomer, I would never have known!

I found this to be poignant, timeless and truly could have been written for any audience. I do hope you write more and I know that I intend to be following to see if you do, based on this.

You have a gift! Thank you for sharing this tender story.

Voted UP, AWESOME & BEAUTIFUL... mar.


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marshacanada 5 years ago from Vancouver BC

Thanks for this good story with a smooth flow of action and feelings. I would like to know a bit more about the characters. Is this a short story complete in itself or the start of something longer? I like the scene in the rain because it is very visual.Interesting changes of tense from present to past. I will look for your next hub.


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BethanyLynn211 5 years ago from Bangor, Pa Author

My family and friends have always told me that my writing was good, but it's an entirely different feeling when positivity comes from complete strangers. Thank you all so much!

Given the feedback everyone has given me, I plan to progress with this story. I hope to have more posted very soon. So stay tuned for more guys and gals! =]


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Sarah Masson 5 years ago from Melbourne, Australia

This is great! Very interesting and I'd like to know what happens next :)


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Pixienot 5 years ago from Clarksville, Indiana

BethannyLynn211 your story left me breathless. It is a beautiful story and indeed I would love to hear more. I will look for your future hubs.

You are such a good writer. Just take care to read your work out loud to yourself before you publish. This can prevent misspellings and grammatical errors.

Voted up, awesome and beautiful. I am pleased to feel a part of your welcome committee.


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globehouse 5 years ago

Good writing , vivid & engaging...founded myself wanting to read more of the story...so thanks for writing parts 2 & 3.


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Mrs. J. B. 5 years ago from Southern California

Absolutely Fabulous. You are doing great.

Always:

LeeLee aka Mrs. J. B.


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epigramman 5 years ago

..well I always say to anyone (a seasoned writer or a novice) ...always write from the heart and the mind will follow and certainly you excel on both levels very well.


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N.E. Wright 5 years ago from Bronx, NY

I truly enjoyed this.

Please continue this. It is very interesting.

Take Care,

N.E.


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BethanyLynn211 5 years ago from Bangor, Pa Author

Thank you N.E! I wrote part two just a matter of getting time to write part three. =)


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Reynold Jay 5 years ago from Saginaw, Michigan

I have no story for you, but I do have some complements for you! You have a nice natural flow to your writing that anyone can relate to. Anything you write will have a nice quality to it. In short, you have a gift! You could write romantic novels without batting an eye. This is completely over the top! I enjoyed this very much. You have this laid out beautifully and it is easy to understand. Keep up the great HUBS. Up one and awesomeful. Hey! I'm now your fan! RJ

small typo : some bowels of ice


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AngelMary621 5 years ago from New York

I LOVED reading this hub. After every sentence, it left me wanting more. You did with this hub what I aspire to do in everything that I write. Your words allowed me to feel what she was going through. I could relate so well that it could have be in the story. You have an incredible talent. I am brand new to this hub thing and this is the first hub that I have read. VOTE UP! I am looking forward to reading more of your writing.


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BethanyLynn211 5 years ago from Bangor, Pa Author

Thank you RJ I will be sure to fix my typo =] I would love nothing more than to write a novel one day. It is just a matter of having the time to do so.

Thank you AngelMary! =] I will be sure to read your work. Welcome to Hubpages!

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