Blue Sunrise

A young woman's search for love.

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4. Chapter Four

“Hush, baby, it was just a dream.”

Waking with a jolt, I found tears streaming down my cheeks and my heart hammering away in my chest. Ruben was gazing at me, his green eyes filled with worry.

“I’m here, baby,” he said soothingly.

Sobbing I rested my head on his naked chest. “Oh, Ruben,”

“Bad dream, baby?” asked Ruben stroking my hair.

My tears fell onto his tanned chest as I nodded. I had the nightmare every year on the exact same night. The night my mum had died.

“I have to go to the cemetery today,” I whispered, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand.

Ruben trailed a slender finger along my back. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Shaking my head I replied, “No, I want to go by myself. Thank you for offering though.”

He kissed my head and I closed my eyes, listening to the steady thump-thump of Ruben’s heart.

 

 

The wind tugged at the short strands of my hair as I walked up the hill to my mum’s gravestone. I had a bunch of sunflowers in my hand. They had been her favourites. Pulling my jacket closer I reached the top of the hill and paused. There was someone already stood beside the grave. I hesitated, wondering if I should come back later, but then I realised that I recognised the sad tilt of the man’s shoulders. It was my dad. Surprised I approached him slowly. He must have heard my footsteps but he didn’t look up. Upon reaching the grave I put the sunflowers beside a huge bouquet of exotic flowers. Sliding my hand through Dad’s, I glanced up at his face to find that his cheeks were slick with tears. It was the first time I had ever seen him cry. Even at the funeral he hadn’t shed a tear. His hand gripped mine tightly.

“I can’t believe it’s been ten years already.” His voice was so soft that I barely heard him.

“Neither can I.”

Dad was usually so strong. I couldn’t believe that the man stood beside me was the same one that I had grown up with.

Drawing me into his arms, Dad held me close. “I’m so sorry, Elyse. I’ve been a terrible father.”

Pressing my face to his chest I breathed in his musky scent. He hadn’t hugged me since Mum’s funeral.

“That’s not true.”

He ran a hand through my hair. “It is and I’m so very sorry. I didn’t even realise that you’d cut your hair until Ursula told me.”

Did that mean Ursula was the cause of Dad’s sudden change? I wondered what she had said to him.

“Do you want to have lunch with me?” he asked.

Looking up at him I said, “You don’t have other plans?”

It was a Saturday but that didn’t mean that Dad wasn’t working.

“I can cancel them.” Dad stroked my cheek. “You look like her.”

Without another word he led me down the hill to where his car was parked. The driver, a tall slim man with a big nose named Kyle, stepped out and opened the door for us.

“Miss Elyse, a pleasure to see you again.”

I smiled at him and slid inside.

Kyle drove us to a posh restaurant. Dad was surprisingly chatty as we ate. Normally I was the only one that spoke when we met up.

“So,” said Dad, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a cloth. “Have you got a boyfriend?”

Blushing slightly I replied, “Uh, yes I do.”

At least that meant that Dad didn’t listen to the office gossip.

“Well, tell me about him then.” He chuckled sipping at his drink.

My eyes on my plate I said, “His name is Ruben. He works in finance. He’s a year older than me. We met at a charity event.”

“Speaking of charity events, I’m hosting one at the estate next weekend. You should bring Ruben. I’d like to meet him.”

“I will.” I smiled.      

 

 

“What’s going on?” I asked, hovering in the entrance of my flat.

Kyle had dropped me off at the cemetery so I could drive my car back home and I had arrived at the flat to find Ruben sat on the floor surrounded by loads of boxes.

“Hey, baby.” He grinned. “You were a while.”

Closing the door behind me I replied, “Uh, yeah, my dad was at the cemetery so we went for lunch. He wants to meet you. There’s a charity ball at the Stoker estate next weekend and Dad’s invited us to go.”

“That would be nice.” Ruben stood up and kissed me.

“So what’s with all the boxes?”

He slipped his arms around my waist and gazed into my eyes. “I’m moving in, baby.”

“What?” I gasped, my eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “But, Ruben . . .”

“Yes, baby?”

Pushing away from him I ran a hand through my hair exasperated. “You didn’t even ask! You just assumed that I would say yes!”

Ruben looked amused. “Are you saying that you don’t want me to move in?”

“I didn’t say that but we still haven’t talked, Ruben.”

“You want to talk? Okay let’s talk.”

Folding my arms I said, “The things you said when you broke up with me. . . they still hurt, Ruben. You made me hate myself and I feel like you’re going to disappear on me again. I need to know where I stand. Why do you want me back?”

Reaching out, he stroked my cheek. “I’m so sorry for the things I said. I . . . I was an idiot. I don’t know why I ended it. I just want things to go back to how they were.”

“But why do you want me back?” I needed to know if he loved me. No matter how much I loved him I would have to let him go if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Oh, Elyse,” said Ruben resting his forehead on mine. “I love you, baby.”

My eyes widened. “You . . . you do?”

It was the first time he had ever said that to me. I had told Ruben countless times that I loved him but he had never reciprocated.

Tears of joy streamed down my face and Ruben grinned.

“Can I move in then?”

I replied by kissing him.

 

 

“And in the latest celebrity news, guess who will be modelling Jacques Marcel’s spring collection? That would be none other than Elyse Stoker, daughter of billionaire Harrison Stoker.”

“Huh?”

I was roused from my sleep by the TV.     

“How come you didn’t tell me you’re going to be a model?” Ruben smiled pressing his lips to my hair.

Lifting my head I replied, “Because I’m not,”

“Really? Well in that case you should ring up and tell them they’re wrong.”

“I don’t understand . . .”

Apart from me Ursula was the only person that knew about the letter. She wouldn’t have called up Jacques Marcel’s people and told them I would model for him, would she? Of course she would.

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