The memorial service was conducted by the head priest and there was remembrance speech from everyone that knew and loved Henna, after Alison gave hers.
The ceremony ended and it was time for refreshments.
I glanced over at Alison and caught her cackling with a boy about her age, his hands were all over her,
"Who's that kid?" I asked Lydia, standing next to me.
She looked over at them, "Nate Gilman, his mother Jane Gilman is the owner of one of the most influential clothing line company in the country." she said with a satisfied smirk on her face, "And apparently a ladies man." she added.
I curled my fist and kept my animosity in control,
"Excuse me." I proceeded to go over there and stop them but Lydia grabbed a hold of my arm stopping me. I glanced at her hand on my arm and then at her.
"Sorry." She lets go quickly. "I thought you should calm down first, people are watching."
I Ignored her and went to over to Alison and the so-called Nate, my blood boiling with each step. She was brushing his arm and whispering something into his ear as I approached them, "So, how about I take you out sometime?"
"How about you leave with your limbs still attached?" I interrupted whatever lie he was feeding her.
"Woah! She's all yours man." He got up and left. Alison gave out a frustrated sigh before gulping her last shot.
"Since when do you drink?" I scolded,
"Just leave me alone David?" She gritted and got up to walk away from me, but I grabbed her by the arm.
"Let's talk in my office."
"I'm not going anywhere with you." she yelled and jerked her arms from me, I noticed people mumbling at us, "You're not the boss of me anymore, so fuck off." She poured herself another shot.
"Alison, you either come willingly or I would throw you over my shoulder and take you with me." I threatened, irritated with her behavior.
"You wouldn't dare," She challenged me.
"Fine....." I leaned down to swoop her over my shoulder, seeing she prefers it the hard way.
"Okay." She surrendered before I could, "You're impossible." She murmured, moving down the hallway to my office,
I excused myself and went after her.
We stepped into my office and I locked the door behind us just in case anyone tries to interrupt.
She moved towards the windowpane and stared out silently, I didn't realize how much I have missed just standing in the same room with her until that moment.
"Say something." Her silence was killing me more than anything else.
"You look good." I started, "That was what I was going to say before Lydia interrupted...."
"You mean your girlfriend."
She turned to me with sad eyes.
"Don't play dumb with me, David....I know Lydia is your girlfriend, clearly you both deserve each other."
"Who told you that!!?" It dawned on me that she was serious, "Lydia is my therapist, an assistant most of the time, nothing more. Why would you even think such a thing? Did she imply otherwise?"
She hummed in response.
I knew Lydia was getting tied to the job, but I didn't understand why would she lie to Alison about us, "Why do you need a therapist?" She became concerned, "Are you okay?"
I stared at her warm face, whispering.
"I missed you, so much so that it drove me nearly insane." I reached and brushed her face, "Letting you slip away from my arms was my worst mistake, I shouldn't have done that and I'm not planning on repeating it again."
She scoffed in disbelief,
"Those lines don't work on me anymore David, if you haven't noticed I'm no longer that child you manipulated anymore. So you need to try other ways to persuade me." She stared me in the eyes.
If I didn't know any better I would say her eyes were filled with hate and disdain for me, but what I was looking at wasn't hate, it was pain, and it killed me to know that I was the cause of it.
"How do I make it up to you?"
"You lost that chance three years ago when you abandoned me without a word." She cried out, "I cried every night for you for the past three years, hoping one day you would just call me or better still show up to see me, but you never did... you had no reason!!"
"I never abandoned you, Ali." I whispered,
"Oh, my bad...do you have an explanation for not contacting the person you claimed to love for three years? Please, tell me cause I would really love to know. Give me a reason not to walk away right now, David Hertz!!!" How do I make her understand how much her absence haunted me, "I didn't think so...Just stay away." She turned to walk away but I stopped her.
"I was just trying to look out for you." I started, "Being part of your life was pulling you back from everything I wanted for you, your grades were slipping terribly, you spent all day talking to me rather than your schoolwork. I couldn't just sit there and watch you throw out your future. Alison, that I didn't keep in touch, doesn't mean I wasn't looking out for you..... I know you spend your free time as an intern at a local wholesale company." I continued as went over to her, "I know you spend your Saturdays working at the animal shelter and your Sundays at the ice rink...I knew all that because I was watching you from a distance."
"Stalking! That's your excuse!!" She yelped in disbelief, "Or, what, you thought saying all that would drag me right in your arms. You can't sweet-talk your way out of this one, David Hertz. You can't deceive me into forgiving you this time, you had no reason whatsoever to abandon me and I can't just forget how much pain you caused me-- I-I was mess without you." She burst in tears, hitting me repeatedly,
I reached and held her in my arms. "Let go of me." She shrieked and fought against my hold, "Let me go, David. I don't want to ever talk to you, how could you do that to me?"
I held onto to her,
"I'm sorry, Alison. I'm sorry I caused you so much pain." She cried and fought me persistently.
I crashed my lips against hers,
"Forgive me.." I whispered against her lips, "Please, forgive me, Alison." She broke away abruptly and pushed me away,
"I love you, David. I probably always will, but this time it would take more than sweet words and a few kisses to make me forget how much you hurt me." She ran out of the door before I could stop her.