Free The Cruel Twists of Love by kathryn morgan-parry Page B

whispers to Phil
    “I will show you” and standing up and holding out his hand for her. She was capable of going alone but not wanting to offend him takes his hand and he leads her towards the exit where she knew the toilets were. And pulling down at her dress when she walks
    “ You look great Helen, so stop fussing” he whispers to her
    “ Can I go alone? Everyone’s watching us”
    “ They watching because you are so beautiful, when you stop fussing with your dress” he scolds her as she pulls at her dress again
    “ Five minutes or I come and find you” he warns and he lets go of her hand
               There a cue for the ladies and women having a gossip at the sinks and touching up their make-up. It so hot she thinks as she waits her turn, with the fans going on and off. She so relieved when she can get to the sink to wash her hands and put some more lipstick on. She relieved when she walks back out of the toilets to the cool air of the reception room.
            Phil grabs her arm and march es her over to a side room.
    “ Where have you been Helen?” he sound angry
    “ You know where I been, Phil you scaring me” she says quietly
    “ Someone said you were with a man. Who is he?” he hurting her arm because he is gripping it so tight.
    “ Don’t be silly, Phillip I’m with you” she pleads with him, why did he think she go off with someone else?
    “ Sorry Helen I got scared that you left” and leaving her arm go
    “I am sorry” he says it so quietly she can only just hear him and she can see the hurt in his eyes. Why would he think she go off with someone else.
    “ It’s o.k. Phil, shh” she soothes him
    “Let’s go back, sorry Helen” and he leads her back into the dining room
               She still tense with Phil and they sit in silence. If he thinks she going to put up with him going nuts on her every time she goes to the bathroom he got more money than sense she thinks to herself crossly.
    “I’m am sorry Helen, did I hurt you ?” he says guiltily
    “ Yes you did” she hisses at him
    “ What can I do to make it up to you?” she can see the tears in his eyes, oh no not here with everyone watching she screams in her head
    “ Dance with me” she can’t stand public displays of grief, she still mad at him but she talk to him later alone. Standing she leads him to the empty dance floor. She feels his hands go around her back and she wraps hers around his neck. He slowly moves in close to her body and she desperately tries to hold on to her anger. He starts to move with his body so close to hers. She can smell his aftershave when he lowers his head and kisses her once on the lips. He needs to know he is forgiven she thinks. With Phil arms gently holding her to his body, she feels so safe in his arms and he was the only one who ever made her feel this way. Helen leans her head onto his chest and they slowly move together.
                   There was no time to talk to him about his jealousy because they were going home in a minibus with twelve others. She will have to do it some other time when they were alone. She was no longer mad at him but he couldn’t react like that. Helen had worked in a shop and a little flirting was part of the job description. You had to be talkative and friendly no matter how creepy the customers were. And she was not having a man to tell her who she could and couldn’t speak too. Because if she allows Phil to get away with his jealousy that is exactly what would happen.
    “ You ready Helen the taxi here” she can see the worry in his eyes, he knows he done wrong she thinks
    “ Yes I’m ready and a little sleepy from the wine” she says a little to brightly to be convincing
                Phil is insisting that he will walk Helen from the minicab to her door.
    “It’s only a short walk Phil, I will be fine on my own honest” the men agreeing with Phil that the driver was a pig because he wouldn’t drive