Post by khardaway on Nov 15, 2009 13:30:21 GMT -5
But the time for talking is over, as I somehow hear the door open. I throw the prescription bottle back into the drawer and close it. Somehow she had no idea what just happened, hell I even close my eyes to pretend I’m sleeping. Then again, it never worked when I was a kid...maybe once or twice in my time, but not enough to make it into my own little magic trick. But somehow, someway...she falls for it. How? I have no clue. Then carefully, I feel something. Her fingertips, gently run across my hair. That I can feel, no doubt. In fact, the feeling of her touch is incredible. I don’t know what it is, but that kind of thing makes me smile, makes me happy.
My mind is racing now, all these thoughts. I don’t want these thoughts, I honestly don’t. But the person in the back of my head, the one that always wants to be loved, the one that always wants to feel a woman’s touch, he’s trying to get into the front of the line. He wants this to keep going. And right now, he’s winning.
Her fingers are now at my cheek, slowly tracing them. I can’t take this anymore. I need to open my eyes. Which I do...slowly, as I see her continuing.
“What are you doing?”
With that, her hand jerks back immediately. She didn’t want to be seen there.
“Ummm....nothing. Ummm...I got you something to drink anyways, for later if you wanted to.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but can’t I be nice for once....”
I had to cut her off there.
“No, not the drink. The things you did just now.”
Suddenly, she started to fumble around with her words. Everything she said, tried to come out as a lie. She wanted no part in this either. I wanted no part in this, but as she tried to come up with the perfect white little lie, that little bastard in the back of my head cut through to the front of the line. Dammit. I just couldn’t help her beauty.
“Hey...it’s ok, really. I don’t mind it.”
“Really?”
“No, not at all. I honestly miss that. That’s always been one of the things I’ve enjoyed. The little things that someone of your nature does.”
Ah crap. Now she has to mention her name right here. I just had to set it on a fucking tee, now didn’t I? God.
“You miss it when Angie used to do that, don’t you?”
“Yeah I do...really.”
As soon as those words come out of my mouth, she comes closer to me and wraps her arms around me, a hug for those of you unaware of the situation. My awkward meter has gone up about 20 spots here, but seriously...I don’t care. It’s really weird though. He was a woman, my therapist, who almost charged me for attempted rape, and now here she is...hugging me. Actually, it’s too creepy. One that I have to let go of the hug for. Which worries her to death.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I...I can’t do this, Sarah.”
“Oh. I see.”
“I just...it’s weird, you’re my therapist, and we had that little scuffle the other day, and...it just feels weird.”
“I understand, Kevin. I was just trying to comfort you. I know this is hard, what with the whole situation with Angie. You know I’m trying to do all I can to help you. Like you said...therapist.”
Now that she said that, it’s best to get this out of the way, like right! stat! now!
“I actually have a question.”
“Sure.”
“Why did you bail me out back there?”
“You mean, in jail?”
“Yeah.”
She takes a long and thoughtful pause out to get the words that she wants to say. I wouldn’t blame her...honestly. I mean, she did get $50,000 to bail me out of prison. It was thoughtful of her...oh, like an infinite’s time worth of thoughtful. So I let her have the floor.
“Because...I didn’t want you to suffer in there. I had the extra money, and...I care about you enough for me to actually do something about it.”
See, that’s nice now.
“I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“Did you beat Angie?”
See, everybody thinks I would be saying “Ah crap” at this, but...all I have to do is tell the truth. If someone like her can believe me on such a ridiculous claim.
“You’re going to think I’m absolutely batshit insane on this...she slapped me down the stairs. As I’m waking up, I hear the faint sounds of flesh knocking skulls with the wall. Next time I see her, she has bruises and cuts on her head and body. She faked me out by saying that I beat her when it was her the whole time. That’s why I blacked out at your office.”
Now there’s another pause. She’s still thinking about it. Oh great, she doesn’t believe me, does she? Not one bit.
“I guess I believe you. Well, for now at least.”
What? Didn’t see that coming.
“Well, that’s a start.”
“Yeah, guess so. We’ll see. But for now, would it hurt if I hugged you again? I honestly believe you need one right now.”
“....”
“Please?”
“Sure thing.”
Like I said, I miss stuff like this. I may talk a lot of trash and compare Angie to a demon and all of that shit, but in all honesty, I do miss her from time to time right now. And right now is right now.
“Don’t worry, Kevin. All will be ok in due time. I know it all be. Everything will be alright.”
Hearing that also sends the hairs on my arms up. I love hearing that, makes everything feel safe, even if I don’t deserve as something as a hug from somebody who I don’t even want to be associated with.
Until I find something in the corner of my eye. Something hanging out of the trash can in the corner. Has to be just the trash bag, the maid should’ve cleaned everything out by now. But as I keep hugging Sarah, the thing glistens to my eye like a fly. It isn’t a trash bag. I let go of the hug of Sarah’s. Oh great, now she’s really pissed at me.
“STOP DOING THAT TO ME!”
“Shut up for a second and hold on.”
Okay. That was unfair of me if you will call it that, but I can’t help it. I get off the bed and walk over to the trash can to see the thing hanging from the can like a t-shirt on a clothesline. I grab a dirty shirt from the other bed in the room and grab the thing hanging from there with the shirt. What? I don’t want to touch that germy thing...what is it? Son of a bitch.
I’m holding a fucking condom.
“Ew. Kevin? Why are you showing me this?”
“Because...I checked into this hotel room yesterday morning. This wasn’t in there when I checked in.”
“What the hell does that....mean? Son of a bitch.”
DING DING DING DING! My god, I think she’s finally figured it out. Well guess what? So have I. I guess I know what I was doing last night. Not only that, but....
“Now I know why we got our phones switched up.”
“That can’t be the case.”
“Makes the most sense, doesn’t it?”
“Well then, how come we don’t remember it?”
“Because...we were probably too drunk to remember it.”
That’s right. I got drunk. Another shocker for you.
“Oh, Kevin...HOW COULD YOU?!”
“You were drunk too.”
Yes...yes she was. You don’t need to hear the rest. More yelling, more swearing, more everything. Everything you need to hear in an argument.
So, Sarah ends up grabbing her purse and her things and opens the door, still yelling, still screaming as she walks out...and stops yelling.
“Good, we’re done here.”
“Umm...no, we aren’t.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
That’s when she gives me the ol’ “shush” finger to the lip, as she waves for me to come over there. Why should I walk over there? Is there a need? Is there a way? Is there a couple fucking on the wall, what? So I walk over there, and guess what I see.
Angie. Knocking on the door about 5 doors away from mine. I try to hide, so she doesn’t see me...she’s looking at all different directions as this is going on. Then, the door opens...and she walks in.
Time to spring into action on this bitch.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Giving her a peace of my mind.”
So, I run over there and just before the door closes, I leap and grab the open door with my hand. Ok, that actually hurt. But at least I kept the damn door open. I end up standing up as Sarah rushes over to my direction, as I open the door to reveal Angie...
And him.....
My mind is racing now, all these thoughts. I don’t want these thoughts, I honestly don’t. But the person in the back of my head, the one that always wants to be loved, the one that always wants to feel a woman’s touch, he’s trying to get into the front of the line. He wants this to keep going. And right now, he’s winning.
Her fingers are now at my cheek, slowly tracing them. I can’t take this anymore. I need to open my eyes. Which I do...slowly, as I see her continuing.
“What are you doing?”
With that, her hand jerks back immediately. She didn’t want to be seen there.
“Ummm....nothing. Ummm...I got you something to drink anyways, for later if you wanted to.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but can’t I be nice for once....”
I had to cut her off there.
“No, not the drink. The things you did just now.”
Suddenly, she started to fumble around with her words. Everything she said, tried to come out as a lie. She wanted no part in this either. I wanted no part in this, but as she tried to come up with the perfect white little lie, that little bastard in the back of my head cut through to the front of the line. Dammit. I just couldn’t help her beauty.
“Hey...it’s ok, really. I don’t mind it.”
“Really?”
“No, not at all. I honestly miss that. That’s always been one of the things I’ve enjoyed. The little things that someone of your nature does.”
Ah crap. Now she has to mention her name right here. I just had to set it on a fucking tee, now didn’t I? God.
“You miss it when Angie used to do that, don’t you?”
“Yeah I do...really.”
As soon as those words come out of my mouth, she comes closer to me and wraps her arms around me, a hug for those of you unaware of the situation. My awkward meter has gone up about 20 spots here, but seriously...I don’t care. It’s really weird though. He was a woman, my therapist, who almost charged me for attempted rape, and now here she is...hugging me. Actually, it’s too creepy. One that I have to let go of the hug for. Which worries her to death.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I...I can’t do this, Sarah.”
“Oh. I see.”
“I just...it’s weird, you’re my therapist, and we had that little scuffle the other day, and...it just feels weird.”
“I understand, Kevin. I was just trying to comfort you. I know this is hard, what with the whole situation with Angie. You know I’m trying to do all I can to help you. Like you said...therapist.”
Now that she said that, it’s best to get this out of the way, like right! stat! now!
“I actually have a question.”
“Sure.”
“Why did you bail me out back there?”
“You mean, in jail?”
“Yeah.”
She takes a long and thoughtful pause out to get the words that she wants to say. I wouldn’t blame her...honestly. I mean, she did get $50,000 to bail me out of prison. It was thoughtful of her...oh, like an infinite’s time worth of thoughtful. So I let her have the floor.
“Because...I didn’t want you to suffer in there. I had the extra money, and...I care about you enough for me to actually do something about it.”
See, that’s nice now.
“I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“Did you beat Angie?”
See, everybody thinks I would be saying “Ah crap” at this, but...all I have to do is tell the truth. If someone like her can believe me on such a ridiculous claim.
“You’re going to think I’m absolutely batshit insane on this...she slapped me down the stairs. As I’m waking up, I hear the faint sounds of flesh knocking skulls with the wall. Next time I see her, she has bruises and cuts on her head and body. She faked me out by saying that I beat her when it was her the whole time. That’s why I blacked out at your office.”
Now there’s another pause. She’s still thinking about it. Oh great, she doesn’t believe me, does she? Not one bit.
“I guess I believe you. Well, for now at least.”
What? Didn’t see that coming.
“Well, that’s a start.”
“Yeah, guess so. We’ll see. But for now, would it hurt if I hugged you again? I honestly believe you need one right now.”
“....”
“Please?”
“Sure thing.”
Like I said, I miss stuff like this. I may talk a lot of trash and compare Angie to a demon and all of that shit, but in all honesty, I do miss her from time to time right now. And right now is right now.
“Don’t worry, Kevin. All will be ok in due time. I know it all be. Everything will be alright.”
Hearing that also sends the hairs on my arms up. I love hearing that, makes everything feel safe, even if I don’t deserve as something as a hug from somebody who I don’t even want to be associated with.
Until I find something in the corner of my eye. Something hanging out of the trash can in the corner. Has to be just the trash bag, the maid should’ve cleaned everything out by now. But as I keep hugging Sarah, the thing glistens to my eye like a fly. It isn’t a trash bag. I let go of the hug of Sarah’s. Oh great, now she’s really pissed at me.
“STOP DOING THAT TO ME!”
“Shut up for a second and hold on.”
Okay. That was unfair of me if you will call it that, but I can’t help it. I get off the bed and walk over to the trash can to see the thing hanging from the can like a t-shirt on a clothesline. I grab a dirty shirt from the other bed in the room and grab the thing hanging from there with the shirt. What? I don’t want to touch that germy thing...what is it? Son of a bitch.
I’m holding a fucking condom.
“Ew. Kevin? Why are you showing me this?”
“Because...I checked into this hotel room yesterday morning. This wasn’t in there when I checked in.”
“What the hell does that....mean? Son of a bitch.”
DING DING DING DING! My god, I think she’s finally figured it out. Well guess what? So have I. I guess I know what I was doing last night. Not only that, but....
“Now I know why we got our phones switched up.”
“That can’t be the case.”
“Makes the most sense, doesn’t it?”
“Well then, how come we don’t remember it?”
“Because...we were probably too drunk to remember it.”
That’s right. I got drunk. Another shocker for you.
“Oh, Kevin...HOW COULD YOU?!”
“You were drunk too.”
Yes...yes she was. You don’t need to hear the rest. More yelling, more swearing, more everything. Everything you need to hear in an argument.
So, Sarah ends up grabbing her purse and her things and opens the door, still yelling, still screaming as she walks out...and stops yelling.
“Good, we’re done here.”
“Umm...no, we aren’t.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
That’s when she gives me the ol’ “shush” finger to the lip, as she waves for me to come over there. Why should I walk over there? Is there a need? Is there a way? Is there a couple fucking on the wall, what? So I walk over there, and guess what I see.
Angie. Knocking on the door about 5 doors away from mine. I try to hide, so she doesn’t see me...she’s looking at all different directions as this is going on. Then, the door opens...and she walks in.
Time to spring into action on this bitch.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Giving her a peace of my mind.”
So, I run over there and just before the door closes, I leap and grab the open door with my hand. Ok, that actually hurt. But at least I kept the damn door open. I end up standing up as Sarah rushes over to my direction, as I open the door to reveal Angie...
And him.....
