How to Treat a Lady

Epilogue – Special Treat

Heath's POV

It has been a two days since I've left the confines of the white, dull and lifeless hospital room. Let me tell you, the freedom would have felt a lot better if I didn't have people left, right and centre asking if I needed this or that or the other. For goodness sake, I wasn't crippled or anything. I could walk, jump, run perfectly well, hell I can even skip like a little girl if I wanted to.

I stretched my arms, taking in a deep breath of fresh city air. Alleluia for the polluted and non sterilised smell of the city slash park. Who would have thought hospitals could be so suffocating? I was forced to come to a park, but since it was situated right in the middle of all the hustle and bustle of the busy city, the air was pretty much polluted anyway.

"You might want to be careful of how you stretch. You don't want to pull something and be sent back into the hospital."

I grinned at the brunette. She was the girl who had managed to weave her way through the cracks of my wall and change me. Though I must say, its about damn time she admitted she wanted me. Beautiful and unique as she is, she has that 'don't mess with me' attitude which makes her rather unapproachable at times.

"I'll be fine." I said, giving her my brightest smile.

Violet rolled her eyes, "Says the guy who rolled off the bed this morning." She mumbled.

"Hey! I was just tangled up in the sheets." I protested. "Besides you pretty much materialised from out of no where. You can't expect me not to be startled."

Violet feigned a shocked expression, a dramatically placed on her chest, "Me? Startle the great Heath Renolds?" She crossed her arms and dropped the drama, "Well, it isn't my fault that you are such a scaredy cat now is it?" she said matter of factly.

I pouted.

Yes I pout. Those who think that guys should not pout are gay. Pouting and puppy dog eyes are a perfect way in making all the girls weak at the knees. I am living proof that this theory works.

Granted that, who ever came up with that theory certainly never counted Violet Degregory in their group of girls because she was doubling up with laughter. Why did she have to be such an individual?

Violet bit her lip and beamed at me, "You are such a sook."

I draped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards me, "And you wouldn't want me any other way." I whispered huskily into her ear.

A light blushed found its way to her cheeks, giving her a beautiful glow. It was moments like these I wondered how I actually lasted so long without knowing that this wonderful creature even existed.

Yes, I am turning into mush – for a girl no less. There was just something about this particular female that attracted me like no other has. It's probably because she's beautiful – inside and out. Or it might be the fact that she won't take any crap from anyone, especially me.

Violet Degregory was a walking piece of wonder.

No doubt about that.

Violet leaned into me and sighed, "You are so cocky sometimes. I really wonder why I'm even attracted to you."

I chuckled, "Because I am gorgeous, charming, gallant and well…I am Heath Renolds." I said pompously.

Violet gave me a light shove and shook her head, "Like I said – cocky, with a capital C."

I gave her a nonchalant shrug, "I like to think of it as self assured."

She rolled her eyes, "So you constantly tell me."

Leaning back against the tree, I pulled Violet closer to me. For just a moment time seemed to slow down. I was content and happy with my life, with the girl in my life. A few broken ribs and head injury was all worth it for just this moment.

Both Violet and I stayed quiet unless she decided to start talking.

"You know, I've been wondering –"

"That doesn't sound too good Violet." I looked down at her, "You can scare people when you start thinking."

Violet glared at me before continuing, "Like I said, I was wondering…what ever happened to you those days you missed school?"

"Huh?" I blinked at her, looking slightly puzzled.

"You know, the day I told you to get lost. You didn't show up for school." Violet's green eyes locked on mine, "Where did you go?"

I let out a sheepish chuckle and looked into the distance. That day seemed so far away where in fact it had only been bout a week or two. I remember how my whole entire body felt like it was slowly being carved into. The pain was excruciating. My head throbbing with each pulse and my chest constricting to a point where I thought it would squash my lungs and I would stop breathing.

But alas, that never happened, although I wished fervently at that time it would. Within those few days, reality was hell, even in sleep I was restless. I dreamt of nothing but of Violet laughing manically into my face, telling me how childish my feelings were.

"Heath?"

I glanced down, lowering my lips towards hers. An instant blush was detected, but Violet made no motion to move. Lightly I brushed my lips across hers.

"It's going to hurt my ego so bad after I tell you."

Violet giggled, "Good. It needs deflating anyways."

I tightened my grip around her waist and sighed, "I was sooking at home and when I couldn't stand it at home anymore I sped out to the beach to drown myself."

Violet pulled away from me, concern and guilt were clearly written across her face, "Oh I'm so sorry." She said, burying her head into the crook of my shoulder, "I can be so dense sometimes."

I smiled slightly, "I know, but it doesn't matter now. We're together aren't we?"

Violet nodded against me, her arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to her. Life would be perfect if it stayed like this forever. No troubles or worries about anything and the most beautiful girl besides me.

The old Heath was still there somewhere, but I was willing to give him up for this picture perfect life. For Violet Degregory, I was willing to go lengths and territories I never bothered to explore before.

Of course we would have our ups and our downs, but the most important thing was that we would learn from it. To learn and become even more understanding with each other.

It was from this girl besides me that I really learnt…how to treat a lady.

As you can see, this epilogue is entirely from Heath's view. Some people were curious what he did when he missed school for a few days and how he felt during that time, so I thought it was appropriate to write a bit about it.

Ummm…a sequel may or may not be made. Depends on how I'm feeling, though most likely you would see one…when I actually get around to writing it. For now I'm working on a new piece of work and hopefully I'll have it up real soon.

THANK YOU to everyone who supported this story, it means a lot and I hope you read my future works :)

OH…and HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY –mwa-

14 Feb 2006