Sweet Release

"You really hurt me. I mean I'm not good at talkin about how I feel, but you hurt me bad."
I looked up into his moist brown eyes.
"What do you mean?", I asked him.
"See it's like this. You didn't tell me things had changed. I showed up and you were not here."
"Yes. Didn't anyone tell you?"
"You. I needed you to tell me. You could have told me when we were together here on Saturday."
His full bottom lip trembled when he talked. Then he took of his glasses and wiped his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to compose his next words and his countenance.I wanted to tell him I just didn't care. I wanted to tell him he was wasting my time. His emotional display meant nothing yo my soulless self. I wanted to tell him just to shut his mouth. But I knew he needed to say these things. I could pretend at lease to listen. But only so much.
"That's not how you do a man. I thought you were different..."
"But you are leaving anyway", I said looking at him sideways. I could no longer bring myself to look at him straight on.
"I looked out for you from the start. You know that," he tossed his long dark curls indigently.
"I could have got in serious trouble for Saturday. It could affect my future."
"I'm sorry. I should have told you myself. I did not mean to get you into trouble." I gave him that.
"I care about you. I really really do. From day one I have."
I wanted to scream no. no. no. no. no. stop. shut up. shut the hell up you are making this worse. There was a time when I would have loved to hear this. Back before now. Way back. The time when men like him said this shit just to get into my pants.
"This is inappropriate."
"I can do things for you. Woman like you are few."
"Your parole hearing is next week yes?"
"I can DO things for you."
"I'm going to fill out the release paper for you right now. If you show up here tomorrow, you will not get to your hearing."
"This hurts worse than catching a cap."
"Good luck on the outside."
I still don't know what he wanted.