Twin Flames, Two Souls Journey Through Time – The Professor - Chapter 6

                  Amelia got up extra early since she was going to do her hair straight that day.  She loved her curls, but on special occasions she would do her hair straight and everyone fell all over themselves telling her how good it looked.  She knew it was a compliment, but it always felt like a backhanded one, people would say “you should always do your hair like that.”  She would just say thanks and tell them that she liked her curly hair.  Blow drying takes an hour and damages your hair if you do it all the time.  But for Daniel and their final class together she would make the exception.  She even put mascara on, which was an ordeal since her eye lashes refused to curl, she felt like she was part camel how they always went straight down over her eyes.  She was ready for the test, and she felt good about herself, she was hoping that this would be the opportunity to say something but knew it would be better to wait till grades came out to say anything.

                  Daniel dreaded coming into class that day, he knew he kept saying he couldn’t wait for the semester to be over, so that Amelia could be a distant, albeit incredibly fond memory, but now that it was here reality was starting to set in.  He wouldn’t get to see her every day, he wouldn’t be able to sneak peaks at her out of the corner of his eye.  He wasn’t going to be able to watch her eyes sparkle whenever he made some dumb joke, or hear her giggle, and when it was a particularly good joke, snort, and then watch her turn pink with embarrassment.  Her cheeks, he wasn’t going to get to watch them turn multiple shades of pink, now that one hurt.  Suddenly his mother’s voice went through his brain, “be careful what you wish for,” and as usual she was right.  He missed her so much, he could have spoken to her about Amelia, and she wouldn’t have judged him.  She would have had plenty to say of course, but his mom was the more reasonable parent when it came to matters of the heart.  He missed her every day, but today he just really wanted a hug from his mother and for her to tell him that everything was going to be ok.  Daniel grabbed some tissue and wiped the unshed tears that had formed in his eyes.  He looked at the clock and a wicked grin formed on his face, he was going to be late for class, again.  Amelia had long since stopped saying anything to him about it, but it still made him smile as it reminded him of the day that they met, and she turned his life upside down. 

                  Amelia of course was at class early and was nervously and anxiously waiting for Daniel to show up.  She had made it a habit of going to the office to ask the secretary to open the classroom since Daniel was always late.  Because of her age most of the people that worked there thought she was a professor instead of a student, which Amelia thought was funny.  When Daniel walked in late, Amelia, in a nod to their first class, looked at her watch and gave Daniel a raised eyebrow, to which he simply smiled, shrugged his shoulders and pressed play on the boom box he was carrying and Eye of the Tiger by Survivor played.  He said that it was to inspire everyone during the final.  Amelia covered her mouth laughing, and said “you realize that you and I are probably the only two people in the class who know this song, right?”  He just smiled at her and played the song till the end.  Amelia was going to miss her wonderfully weird professor, and she instantly got a little sad, which she was sure showed on her face.  Daniel gave her a half smile, as though he knew what she was thinking.  That was always so unsettling, because the naughty things that rolled around in her Scorpio brain during class would most definitely be considered inappropriate.  She had often imagined Daniel and her in class after everyone had left, and the wicked things they could do against the whiteboard or on or under his desk.  She knew that that would absolutely never happen in real life, but the thought was awfully nice.  Or his office was also a location she had thought about on several occasions; he has a covering over the window so with the door closed no one would see anything.  She could be quiet, if she wanted to, but something told her she wouldn’t, or more aptly couldn’t be quiet with Daniel.  Amelia shook her head to get the very titillating idea from her brain and aggressively crossed her legs under the desk to quell the involuntary reaction her body was currently experiencing.

                  Daniel hoped that he was able to suppress the expression on his face when he had first seen Amelia.  She wore this short green dress that made her light eyes more vibrant, and her hair was straight.  She had never worn her hair straight; it was so different seeing her like that.  She was always pretty, but he had curly hair himself, or at least he did when he had hair, and he knew curly hair got frizzy when you touched it too much, but he could very easily run his fingers through her hair at this moment.  Better yet he could grab her hair, twist it around his wrist and then pull her head back so that he could have unfettered access to her neck.  Just as that thought came to his mind, he saw Amelia shake her head and quickly cross her legs rather tightly, and for a second he thought maybe she could read his mind, because her reaction was perfectly timed to what his devilish brain was just thinking, and he squirmed in his chair to heal himself.  Once his heartrate returned to normal and his body parts ‘relaxed,’ he led the class to the computer lab to start the final. 

                  The final was short, which was both great and heartbreaking.  Amelia had finished it quickly and had gone over her answer’s multiple times.  She was trying everything to prolong her time in the class, but it was useless, she wasn’t going to stick around for over an hour twiddling her thumbs, so she hit submit on the file and packed everything up and left the room.  She couldn’t tell him goodbye, which made her a little pouty but c’est la vie.  She wouldn’t see him until at least the fall as he was taking the summer off, she would be taking Psych in the summer, so her summer vacation was going to be very short indeed.  Though you could hardly call it a vacation because she would be working.  She wasn’t sure why eight hours per day seemed so much longer than six hours a day, those two extra hours per day were untenable for her, though she did like the money. 

School, however, felt like home.  She felt so at ease on campus, like this is where she belonged.  This was her safe haven while all the stuff was going on with her dad.  Her parents were getting ready to move five hours away from her, they were selling her childhood home, where all their former pets were buried.  The backyard where she made mud pies and pretended to be hiding from this madusa-esque creature she had created in her mind called Mrs. Robinson, who would turn you into stone if she saw you.  Her brothers and parents ignoring her existence, unless of course they wanted her to help pack, which she was REFUSING to do, she didn’t get a say in their moving, and she certainly wasn’t going to help them abandon her.  She was forty-three, it could hardly be considered abandonment, but that is how she felt.  She had spent every single day of her life purposefully only being a ten minute drive away from her parents, and now they were leaving.  She had told her brothers that she would never forgive them for making her have to say goodbye to them twice.  She knew that one day they would pass away, but them moving away felt like a death to her.  A death to the family that she thought she had, one that loved her as much as she loved them, and when you find out that that is simply not the case, it changes you.  It changed her, somehow altered her DNA, it made the world a far lonelier and more foreboding place.  Suddenly no one cared whether she lived or died, in fact it seemed as though they would have preferred her dead.  Especially Kenneth, whose only concern was getting a bigger cut of the inheritance.  What Ken didn’t realize though was that their parents knew EXACTLY what kind of person he was, and they would never ever leave him in charge of anything, because they knew he only cared about appearances, and what other people thought of him while he treated his family like shit. 

Their dad John was abandoned by his parents in an orphanage on multiple occasions when they were younger.  His parents were alcoholics and would take off on a bender and dump him and his two younger siblings at the Catholic orphanage.  Ken took advantage of their father’s weakened condition to try and force them to disown Lucy, Amelia, and John because they didn’t go to church anymore.  Another reason why Amelia would never belong to any church, especially the one that she grew up in, since her disgusting brother was considered as being in good standing and given a position of power, all while behind closed doors he was the scum of the earth.  This same man who wanted to abandon his three children when his wife left, and it was their father who told him that under no circumstances was he going to abandon his kids, was considered a “good Christian.”  This pathetic excuse for a human being told a man, who himself was abandoned by his parents, that he was going to abandon his children because he just didn’t feel like being a single dad.  And then fifteen years later demanded that their father also abandon three of his siblings, all so that he could procure a bigger slice of inheritance.  Amelia didn’t understand what money Ken thought their parents had, but he acted like whatever they had belonged to him.  Ken was thoroughly pissed off that their father hadn’t died, and now all those promises he thought were empty, he had to start following through on.  Their parents had lived in that house for fifty-five years, and their parents were pack rats.  Irma was born in Germany during WWII, and she had very real issues with hoarding food, they found cans of food that expired ten years prior.  When you grow up hungry, that has a profound effect on you, but Ken was far too selfish and cruel to ever consider anyone’s feelings other than his own, and all he knew was that he was pissed off that he had to help them move when the whole idea to move was his in the first god damn place. 

Amelia hated dealing with all of this daily, she was mourning the loss of her parents, her family, and her source of escape and pleasant distraction Daniel was gone too.  She wouldn’t get to see him every day, they wouldn’t be able to tease each other, to make each other laugh, those eight hours per week really did help her survive what unfortunately would turn out to only be the start of the worst five years of her life to follow.  Thankfully, she didn’t know that at the time she might have just driven her car off Devils Slide and called it a day.  At this moment, all she knew was how much she was going to miss seeing Daniel, and that she had to figure out when and how she would tell him about her feelings, because Daniel Hillard was not going to be one of her regrets.

Daniel had seen Amelia leave the lab, he of course couldn’t do or say anything, and he doubted anyone would notice him watching her.  He had gotten rather good at watching her without anyone noticing, even her.  He felt his shoulders sag, and a wave of ennui came over him.  He didn’t even get to hear her voice one last time, or to see her lovely face.  All he saw was her light brown hair, which looked far blonder straight, sway as she walked out.  And now lying in his bed, alone, he missed her.  He missed the way his whole body reverberated whenever she was near him, the closest way to explain how he felt whenever they were in close proximity to each other is that tingling sensation that courses through your entire body after you orgasm.  It’s literally heavenly and tortuous at the same time.  Her body called to him, begged to be touched by him, he already knew exactly what she would feel like.  He didn’t believe in things he couldn’t see, but this feeling could only be described as other worldly.  He had no explanation for how he already knew every single inch of her body, without ever seeing it or feeling it, but his body knew and was trying so very hard to get him to trust his feelings.  As he closed his eyes that same image flashed before him again, him standing next to her with his arm wrapped around her waist and looking down at a baby.  His heart knew what it was, but his brain was having a hard time believing it.