I have decided that this old one has become my new chapter in my life. And By chapter I mean my newest book. Well try to write a book or a story, I dont know which one it is. And this is where it is coming from, me, and where it is being written...here on velvetorange.diaryland.com Allright...name? Candle Light by Rebeccca Cope...Copyrighted 2005...All Rights Reserved.
Sitting at my desk, I started to become impatient because my last patient was late. Only on a day like this, I thought, that my best patient would be late. Dr. Caydence Lynn was in her late twenties, making her the youngest psychologist on what the towns people call "psych block". She didn't know the exact reason why they called it "psych block", but it seemed like they were right: all the respected psychologists worked and even lived on that one block of street and buildings. I started to doze off into space, thinking about the night before; with the stars as bright as they were, the smile on his face, beautiful and white, the way he smelt, and the way he opened up the doors for me, the entire time. Just when I thought that I was going to relive the night before, the damn buzzer on her phone went off. Damn Alyssa, I thought, as I answered the annoying beep I heard every hour.
"Yes Alyssa?" I said.
"Dr. Lynn, I know that your next patient is due any minute but there is a guy here wishing to speak with you. He says that you two know each other...a Mr. Melani." Alyssa said.
"I do not have a clue who he is but send him in. I am getting bored at being alone right now."
Alyssa eventually let him in, it seemed like forever before the Mr. Melani stepped into my office. And the moment he stepped foor in my office, a chill was sent up my spine. There was something vaguely familiar about this man, but I could not place his face, smell, or appearance. Yet, as soon as he smiled, I could remember those white teeth anywhere. But I could not remember his name. And then he spoke.
"Caydence Lynn, Miss Know It All. How are you?" the stranger said.
And that was it. I knew who he was. But, I had no clue that his last name was Melani. This mysterious man that had walked into my office was the man for whoever altered my life. And I did not want him here one bit.
"What are you doing back in town?" I said.
"I just thought that I would stop by and see how you were doing and why you never told me." he said.
"Never told you about what?" I said.
"About James. For three years he has been your little secret and I have to find out about him through your secretary. I know he is mine."
And that is when I broke down. This man was not suppose to ever find out about James. What happened between the two of us was three years ago. Over three years ago. Mr. Elijah Melani. I never even knew his last name. So this was the man that fathered my son. James Melani. That long faced model that I fell for those years ago. Now I remember where James got those chocolate colored eyes. I wanted Elijah out of this office and out of here now.
"I do not know what you are talking about. You have a wife. I have a son. You have three kids with this wife. I have one son because one guy was stupid enough to let his heart wonder. Leave me alone. I do not want James anywhere near you. "
And that annoying buzzing sound that I heard every hour finally rang into my ears.
"Yes Alyssa?" I said happily.
"Mr. Wan has showed up for his appointment. Should I let him in or ask him to wait for a minute?"
"Give me one minute."
"Yes ma'am." Alyssa said, wearily that something might be going on.
"Now Elijah I need you to get out of my office before I call security. You have no right to barge into my office, claiming that my son is your son. Now please leave Mr. Elijah Melani."
And just like that, Mr. Melani was gone. At first I thought that this might have just been a dream. But when Mr. Wan walked into my office, I knew that Elijah was really back in town. And the strange part was that something felt seriously wrong. Something felt as if something seriously morbid was about to happen. And I did not want that to happen. Especially when James was not with me, he was with my mother, who unfortunately, could not take care of herself fully without my father's help. Something was about to happen. And it was something that I could not help or stop.
Rest Later.
Becca*
