Okay, I got this story out, YAY! Understand that this is a new way for me to write, she is not actually speaking! She has thoughts, and she can "hear" them in the voice she thinks she has. Give me time to get use to writing through the eyes of a deaf person! I hope you enjoy and accept this challenge that I took!
Not a Good Impression
People has always asked me, well, sign-language or said, to me, what is it like? What is it like to be deaf? I cannot describe it to them. I have been deaf for twenty years, since I was four. I ended up getting Meningitis, a really bad brain infection, and it caused me to go deaf. Well, it's either die or go deaf, so my parents decided for me to go deaf.
I still remember the first few months after losing my hearing. I couldn't read lips good, or even sign. My parents took me to the best deaf school in Boston, and I learned from the best. The last sound that I remember is the beeping from the heart monitor. I remember hearing the doctor tell me that this will be the last time I will hear. The next day, I woke up and heard absolutely nothing. I looked up and seen my mother talking to me, but no sound. I cried, I remember crying for six months because of this.
Now, I am use to it. A few people I am close to can communicate with me via sign language. My best friend, Bethany Micheals, learned to sign just to talk to me. She moved to Boston about ten years ago with her parents and other siblings from Wyoming. Her parents, Laura and Jase, we're the ones that killed the Romanian's when they took over the Rockies over almost thirty years ago. They are pretty cool, they have their own gun range up here and teaching people how to defend themselves. I even took a few of their classes, with Bethany helping me communicate on the side.
The other people that I can communicate with are my parents of course. They had to take classes in sign language while I took the classes. I can lip read damn good. For the people that doesn't sign, I read their lips and write down in a notebook what I want to say. You can also say that I can hear somewhat, but my own thoughts. I have what I think it's my voice in my head. I had times where I can get help to hear, but I am just so...use to it that I don't want help.
"Hey, Autumn, want to go out to dinner tonight?" Bethany signed to me. She is very beautiful, long wavy brunette hair, big brown eyes, a nice tan and a nice body. I smiled and began to sign.
"Sure, where?" I said to her.
"This nice bar, called 'Jax's'. It's not like, a club bar, it's a relaxing little cafe!"
"Sounds like a club to me!"
"Trust me, we will have fun, probably meet some guys!" I rolled my eyes and sagged against the couch. I turned to the television and I read the Closed Captions of "Sons of Anarchy" and smiled. That Charlie dude is smoking! I turned to her because she knows I give in every time.
"Sure, let's go!" I signed to her and she smiled. She grabbed my arm and we ran upstairs and she sat me down in the seat. I looked at my reflection and sagged. My blonde wavy hair needs to be redone, it looks nasty. My blue eyes are dark, tired looking. Bethany began to brush my hair and my hair began to get life again. She put some makeup around my eyes and I began to look beautiful.
Bethany tapped on my shoulder when my mother walked in. She began to sign to me. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" She said.
"Bethany is taking me out, a girls night. I will be careful!" I said to her and she smiled. I leaned up and grabbed my favorite hat, it's black velvet and I had it since I was sixteen years old. I put it on and I smiled. It's time to break loose tonight!
Jax's is a very annoying club. I can tell its loud for Beth because she is covering her ears and the sound is vibrating my chest. She looked straight at me and rolled her eyes. "Glad your deaf because its loud!" She mouthed to me. I laughed and she grabbed my hand and took me to the bar. We sat down and the bartender looked at me and I knew what he is going to ask. I turned to Beth and signed, "Jack on the rocks." She nodded and she ordered our drinks. "What is wrong with your friend, cat got her tongue?" He asked Bethany and I got very offended. Some people get so rude around deaf people, they still believe in the "Deaf and Dumb" concept. Just because I am deaf and refuse to talk does not mean I am dumb!
"She is deaf!" Bethany said, from what I read her lips. The bartender nodded and excused himself. He slid our drinks on the bar and Bethany ordered some food for us. I turned around and stared at the dance floor. I can feel the music in my chest, Beth is right...its loud! I am taking it as loud if you can feel the bass in your chest.
I looked over and I see a man, a very muscular and tall man, staring right at me. He has dark hair, cut short and to perfection. His gray eyes are wide, almond shaped, and like I said, starting at me. He has to be in his lower thirties and he has tattoos on both upper arms. His friend, around the same age and bald, brown eyes, is laughing at him. He is a bit more muscular than him and also has tattoos. What is he laughing at him about?
"Yo, Ben, who are you staring at?" my friend since grade school, Joseph Beam, asked me. I know who I am looking at, I use to work for her father, Randall Camden. Her name is Autumn. I also know she is deaf. She depends on sign language and lip reading. I watched her at his store "talk" to her father with her hands. She is so beautiful! I can get any woman to get on their knees and worship me, so I can get Autumn to do that as well.
"Randall's daughter, the dude I worked for when I was sixteen," I said and he looked over at her and he laughed. I wonder if he is laughing at her because she is doing sign.
"She is deaf dude, that is sign language!" Joseph said and he looked at her hands some more. Joe's little sister, Mary, is also deaf like Autumn. He had to learn sign-language to talk to his sister. I think Autumn had some infection in her brain that made her go deaf, Mary was just born deaf. "She said she doesn't feel like dancing right now," Joe said and I set my glass of scotch on the table and stood up.
"Well, maybe I can go talk her into dancing!" I said and Joesph nodded and took a sip of his drink. I walked over to the bar and her little friend stared at me and then tapped on Autumn's shoulder. I wonder if she recognizes me. "Hello, how may we help you?" the friend asked me.
"I couldn't but see that your friend didn't want to dance, does she want to dance with me?" I asked her and she signed to her and Autumn turned around and faced me. Her brown eyes are exactly how I remembered them, bigger than her face. She bit her bottom lip and faced her friend again and told her something.
"She said she would love to," The woman said and I smiled. Great, I got a dance!
Who wouldn't dance with him? He is so...sexy! He has this smile that makes my heart swell and my body shiver. He held out his hand and I put mine in his and he pulled me to my feet and lead me to the dance floor. Once we got there, his hands went to my waist and I closed my eyes. My whole body responded to that touch. I looked straight at him to see when he talks to me. "I know you're deaf!" He said and my eyes got big. "I don't know sign-language though." I nodded and we began to move. Our hips moved in unison and I began to feel...aroused. I bit my bottom lip and looked away. I shouldn't feel like this with a man I just met.
His hands began to trail down to my ass and he gave it a squeeze and I jerked away. I backed up and gave him a confused look. "Hey, I am sorry for doing that!" He said with his hand held up in front of him and I went back to him and his hands went to my lower back. Still close to my ass, but good enough. "I am Benjamin Causby by the way, friends call me Ben," He said and I smiled. I should respond to him, so I just mouthed words.
"Autumn Camden," I mouthed and he nodded.
"Autumn Camden, got it!" I smiled and we danced some more. This is the most fun I had in a long time.
A few hours later, Beth decided we better get home because she had too much to drink. She is waddling down the sidewalk to her car and Ben is right behind me. I can feel him laugh at her. I quickly turned around and he is. I snarled at him and he stopped. "Sorry, it's too funny to see a woman drunk that way!" He said and I sat her down and pulled out my notebook. I began to write down what I need to say. I gave it back and he repeated what I wrote down.
"You fucking idiot, she is my best friend and I don't appreciate you laughing at her. We wanted to have a good time, not to be laughed at. I get picked on enough!" He looked up at me and my arms is crossed now.
"Okay, okay, sorry! How do you communicate by phone?" He asked and I wrote the word "Text Message" on the paper. He nodded and wrote down his cell phone number on the page. "Text me anytime okay?" He said and I nodded. Should I even text the bastard? He filled me up and laughed at my drunk friend, which I need to get home before her parents noticed that she is drunk!