Ben And Meg In The Wild West
Chapter 7
Bette stopped in the door to the drawing room. The whole house was filed with beautiful music tones.
Meg was sitting by the piano. Her fingers touched the black and white keys in slowly moves. She poured her heart out by letting the keys talk. She knew the classic piece by heart and closed her eyes to absorb the beauty of it.
Bette smiled and turned slowly away. She did not want to disturb Meg when she was playing. What she did not know, was that Meg was crying. From both heart and eyes. She had been crying when she got home, when she got to bed and even when she woke up this morning.
He had been on her mind ever sense the kiss by the lake. She was confused, scared and hurt. But most of all: she was feeling trapped. She was pushed into something she did not want to face again. The whole situation stirred up feelings and memories.
Mary opened the main door, to find Mr Evans outside.
" Mr Evans, Mr Deschanel is not in for the moment!" she said.
" I know that Mary, actually I’m here to see Miss Cummings"
" Certainly, Mr Evans, I do believe she is in the drawing room"
She stepped a side and let Ben enter the hallway. He decline escort, he wanted to suprice her. When he made his way to the room, he heard beautiful classic music. Slowly he opened the double French doors.
He was taken once again for her incredible beauty. She was sitting by the piano, her hand look like they flew over the keys. The sunlight steamed from a Victorian window, and gave her an angelic look. Her hair was arranged in a proper style with corkscrew locks. She was wearing a white gown with a rubin red shawl over her arms. She was stunning.
He leaned against a doorpost with his arms fooled on his chest.
She reached the powerful part in the classic piece. He could see how she let the music sweep her away, as she powerfully trusted the keys. She seamed angry or sad, he could not make out witch. When the music faded away, and the only sound was her breathing, Ben made his present known.
" Nocturne nr 2 by Chopin if I’m not mistaken?"
She spun around and meet his gaze. An incredible anger rose when she saw him. That he had the nerve to go and face her after what he did! She thought. Thank god for Miss Torres and her attempted to get her out of the romance before he hurt her.
" I’m supriced you even know that, Mr Evans" she said and sat down on her chair before the piano again. "I thought you where more into the music they play in the saloon"
She refused to even look at him.
Ben wanted to pinch his arm to see if he was having a very bad dream.
"I beg you pardon?"
He went up to her and squatted down next to her chair. She still avoided eye contact. Slowly Ben put his hand over Meg, which she kept, folded in her lap. The second his skin made contacted with hers she flinched and moved away from him. She was shaking, he could easy se that.
" I don´t know what I’ve done or said to make you angry with me" he said and went over to where she was now standing.
" But I realy like you to trust me to tell me if I have" he continued.
It was like the doors to her heart opened and the tears stared to fall again. She protested by struggle when Ben pulled her into his strong embrace. But after a couple of minutes she calmed down while Ben smoothed her back.
" It will be all right, Meg. I promises" he whispered.
Meg froze.
With new strength, she pushed away Ben.
" Oh Lord. How can I fall for this again!" she screamed.
Ben looked more than confused.
" What do you mean?"
" I let you touch me, I let you kiss me!!!" She was beyond screaming now.
Ben had never seen someone react this strongly about something. He knew she was right, they shouldn’t have been kissing. She was a lady by class and he was a simple hotel owner. Even if he was considered rich in Springfield, Meg´s family one of the richest in Boston. He had exposed her to a possible scandal. He knew that her parents would never give him her hand. They would probably send her way to keep them from seeing each other, and he could not do that to her. He loved her…. almost to much.
" Your father has spoken to you?" he asked as calmly he could.
She spun around.
" My father! Where does my father come into this?"
"I assumed that your father had made his opinion known about me and this relationship" he said.
" No he has not! But that is not the reason" she said and moved to the opposite part of the room. She moved one of the curtains away to look outside.
" What is the reason then?" he followed her.
She tried to escape but Ben trapped her. He putt both his hands on each side of her shoulders on the wall behind her.
" What is the reason, Meg?" his voice was much stronger.
She closed her thick eyelashes and big tears fell down her cheeks. She was scared he could fell that. Gently, not to scare her more he brushed her cheeks with his thumb.
" Please, what is the reason for you to be so angry with me?" he asked, and prayed that she would answer.
Slowly she looked up at him, there faces only inches from one and other. The passion was so thick in the room that you could reach out and touch it.
" Someone told me the truth" she was whispering and Ben could barely hear her.
" The truth?" he asked and wondered if he realy wanted to hear this?
" You…. and the women in the saloon" she had to look away.