Ten Years Later....
"Come on babe, we have time this morning before work." Keven said.
"You know I've got a meeting first thing this morning." I said.
"I can't believe my soon to be wife is denying me." He said. I just laughed.
"You know better than that, but I can't be late." I said. I met Keven Graser two years ago in my last year of college. We hit it off right away. He asked me to marry him a week ago. He moved into my home right afterwards. He is a great guy with a bright future. His family was wonderful and they loved me. My parents also loved Keven. He was perfect. When I started college I had no idea what I truly wanted to do with my life. I decided I wanted to open my own business and sell homemade bath and body products.
Keven always knew he wanted to be a lawyer and that's exactly what he did. Within the year he was very successful. I couldn't complain, my business was doing very well for itself and I had some investors that wanted to meet with me. I named my store Silk and Bubbles, homemade bath and body products. I had a little shop down by the ocean, that was bringing in good money. I learned my love for creating things while I was in college. When I first moved to Florida, I made a friend named Emily Johns. Her mother was a major arts and crafts woman. She made everything home made. She also taught us a lot. Then one day I had come over and her mother was making soap. I fell in love with making soap that day and it always stayed on my mind.
I decided that I wanted to go into business for myself as soon as I started college. So I had decided to take business classes. Emily and I had went to the same college together. I remember when I first gt here and life wasn't going very good for me. I was depressed all the time and all I ever wanted was to go home. Then I met Emily and I couldn't figure out why she wanted to be friends with me. I kept to myself and turned away from anyone who tried to talk with me. My grades were failing and I didn't seem to care about anything. My parents started worrying about me and it was causing problems at home. I wasn't trying to be a problem, but I couldn't pull myself out of my depression.
I laid in bed that night and just like every night for the last ten years, my thoughts went to Hunter. He was always the last thing I thought about before I fell asleep and the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes. The first year I was here Hunter and I stayed in touch. He would tell me how things with school was going and how his stepfather left. His mother was a wreck, but things at home were a lot calmer for him. I was proud of him and I never let it show just how much pain I was in without him. As time went on we lost touch with each other. I kept in touch with Tracy a little longer before she and I eventually lost touch ourselves. You know how it is when you just sort of move on with you lives. Before that Tracy would keep me updated with Hunter and he was doing good. I didn't want to interfere with his life and Tracy had told me how hard it was for him to move on with me still in the picture. I guess it was more me than him, that pulled away.
Becoming friends with Emily did me a world of good. Once I was convinced that Hunter was doing good, I started to come out of my depression and try to learn to let go. I actually did pretty good. I became kind of popular and actually had many friends. Emily and I actually became best friends. I enjoyed the rest of my high school years. I started to receive letters from Tracy during high school. She was still keeping me up to date on Hunter. In our senior year I was informed that Hunter's mother was sick and he was struggling to take care of her. I wanted to call him and talk to him, but I didn't want to cause any problems and we hadn't spoken in years. Besides, Tracy let me know she was there for him and I felt better about it.
Now here I was, living with my fiance and owning my own business. I haven't heard anything from anyone back in Oregon in a long time. Emily moved out of Florida after college and I stayed in touch with her family. Her mother actually came over to the shop and helped out whenever she felt like it. "Chloe, where do you want this new cucumber and melon display set up?" Johnny asked me. I looked over to him.
"Just set it up in the front left window." I said smiling at Johnny. Johnny started to work for me the first week I was open. He proved to be a great employee and a good friend. I was lucky enough to find a good size store to rent on the beach. It was in a perfect location that got lots of business.
The phone started to ring and I went over to answer it.
"Thank you for calling Silk and Bubbles. This is Chloe. How can I help you?"
"Chloe baby, it's mama, I've got some bad news. I need you to come down to the hospital."
"What's wrong mama?"
"Please Chloe, just come right away. It's daddy."
I hung up the phone and rushed out of there. It took me about forty minutes to reach the hospital. I found my mother sitting in the waiting room and she was crying. "Mom, what's going on? Where is dad?" I said as I approached her.
"Oh Chloe, I'm glad your here. Your father has had a heart attack. He passed away. I'm sorry honey." My mother said.
"What? That can't be. Daddy is a healthy man." I said, as the tears started to form and fall down my face. The next couple of days dragged by and I found out from my mother that my father wanted to be buried in our hometown in Oregon. My mother was making all the funeral arrangements. It was all being done in Oregon. I took a deep breath when I realized I had to go home. I hadn't been back to Oregon since we moved away. This was going to be hard on me. I didn't know anything about Hunter anymore. Hell I didn't even know if he was still living in Oregon or not.
I knew I wasn't ready to find out. I wasn't in an position to see him again. I could only hope to stay low and out of the way. I thought Kevin would be coming with us to Oregon, but I was mistaken. He claimed he wouldn't be able to get the time off. I was upset with him because it sounded very selfish. He tried his best to apologize, but I was to upset to care. I was packing and meeting my mother at her house this morning to catch our plane back to Oregon. I would be gone a week and I left Johnny in charge of the store. I could handle the books from my laptop while I was gone. Kevin came in and kissed me before he said how sorry he was one more time and he headed to work. I grabbed my bags and headed off to my mother's.
When I got there I found men packing and moving my parents thing onto a truck. Once I found my mother, I asked her what was going on? "Come on we don't want to be late for our flight." She said.
"Mom, I asked you a question." I said as we made our way to the car.
"I'm not coming back. I'm moving back to Oregon. I want to be near your father and all my friends and family are there." She said.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could understand that." I said to her.
"Look Chloe, I knew this must be hard on you. You know, to go back, but I'm lonely in Florida and I want to be home." She said.
"Mom, I'm okay. I understand why you want to be there. At least it will give me a reason to visit." I said, I smiled and looked out the window as we drove to the airport. This was hard on me, but I needed to let it go and just go with the flow. I really had no idea what was going to happen this coming week, but I needed to stop worrying about it.
Our plane landed and the minute I stepped outside the familiar smell of Oregon hit me like a ton of bricks. It smelled like home to me. I smiled because I didn't know just how much I missed that smell. Apparently my mother had already purchased a small home in our hometown. Her things would be arriving in a couple of days, so we went to a local motel for the first couple of nights. As we drove through town, the memories started to flood back like mad. Every place I looked at had memories of Hunter and I. I smiled as I could see the two of us as kids running and playing. We then drove by the place where our hide out was. The memories of my last night here in Oregon slammed into me and I felt a tear sting my eyes.
"Brings back a lot of memories, doesn't it." My mother said. I just nodded at her and looked back out the window. "I love it here." She said.
"I know you do mom." I said. We pulled up in front of the motel and started to get our things out of the car. I heard a loud old truck driving by and I looked over at it. The man driving the ruck turned to look straight at me. I would of recognized them eyes anywhere. It was Hunter. My heart stopped beating for a second as I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I smiled at him, but he looked away from me and I blushed. Maybe he didn't recognize me. My mom stopped to look at me.
"What's wrong Chloe?" She asked me.
"I think I just saw Hunter." I said.
"Already?" She said. I looked over at her.
"What do you mean already?" I asked.
"I didn't think you'd see him until the funeral." She said.
"The funeral? Why would you think that?" I asked.
"Because he is coming." She said.
"What? And your just telling me this why?" I asked her. I was very irritated at the thought of her knowing this and not telling me.
"A few nights after your father passed, I got a call from Hunter. He wanted to pay his respects and I invited him to the funeral." She said.
"So you knew this whole time that he was still here?" I asked her. She nodded her head at me.
"I hadn't heard from him until that night, but Chloe, he grew up with you and us. How could I not invite him?" She asked me.
"I'm not saying that you couldn't invite him, but don't you think you could've at least let me know?" I said.
"I really didn't think you would have had a problem with it." She said.
"I don't, I just.." I took a deep breath. "I don't." I grabbed my things and headed inside the motel.