And then he did the one thing that could make me melt. He pressed his lips to mine. It was a rough, forceful kiss at first and I did not reciprocate. But then it softened and his tongue slowly flicked in and out of my mouth and before I could control it my tongue entered his mouth.
His kiss softened. My tough exterior evaporated into thin air. Somehow he had pushed his way into the house and had me pressed up against the wall still exploring the depths of my mouth. It was the most intense, amazing kiss I had ever had. And this was a man I had kissed countless times before.
It was only a matter of minutes before he had peeled my clothes off. Goosebumps formed up my legs and on my arms. But I wasn’t cold. I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. My eyes closed and I arched for more. His lips explored down my neck and to my chest.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
I felt his soft lips pull away and I opened my eyes in time to see the awful orange tone of her fist coming straight to my nose. I saw red and gasped to breathe as I felt to the floor.
And then the lights went out.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Confrontation
Just as I had made the decision not to answer the door, his voice came booming through the wooden slab between us.
"Come on. Open up. I know you're in there. I see your car outside and I can hear the tv blaring."
I hadn't thought to mute it.
"Just open the door, Addy."
I conjured up enough nerve finally to open up the door and face him. It was the first time I had seen him since he had left me standing at the altar and it hurt just as much. It was all I could do to fight back the tears.
"What do you want?"
"I want my stuff back. You can't hold it prisoner."
"Did you really think that sending her to pick it up was the best way to do it? Do you know how much seeing her hurt? Are you really that much of an insensitive ass."
"Well, you always did have quite the mouth on you. It always did turn me on," he said. His cocky grin has infiltered its way onto his face and he was moving suspiciously close to me. Too close for comfort.
Usually it was that grin that sent me melting into his arms. But not this time. This time it just pissed me off.
"Why? Just answer me why?"
His smile disappeared. "I don't want to go there. Can't we just both agree that it's over and I come in and get my stuff and leave?"
"No, we can't. It's not over. Not for me. We were getting married and then you completely blindside me. On our wedding day. At the altar. In front of everyone. How could you? I think I deserve an explanation."
"I gave you one."
"No, you didn't. I'm sorry. I can't. I am in love with and having a baby with another woman is not an explanation. Not one that explains anything to me or helps me to understand how this happens."
"Just let me get my stuff." He tried to move by me and I slammed my arm out to block his path.
"NO. You're not getting by me until you explain."
"Come on. Open up. I know you're in there. I see your car outside and I can hear the tv blaring."
I hadn't thought to mute it.
"Just open the door, Addy."
I conjured up enough nerve finally to open up the door and face him. It was the first time I had seen him since he had left me standing at the altar and it hurt just as much. It was all I could do to fight back the tears.
"What do you want?"
"I want my stuff back. You can't hold it prisoner."
"Did you really think that sending her to pick it up was the best way to do it? Do you know how much seeing her hurt? Are you really that much of an insensitive ass."
"Well, you always did have quite the mouth on you. It always did turn me on," he said. His cocky grin has infiltered its way onto his face and he was moving suspiciously close to me. Too close for comfort.
Usually it was that grin that sent me melting into his arms. But not this time. This time it just pissed me off.
"Why? Just answer me why?"
His smile disappeared. "I don't want to go there. Can't we just both agree that it's over and I come in and get my stuff and leave?"
"No, we can't. It's not over. Not for me. We were getting married and then you completely blindside me. On our wedding day. At the altar. In front of everyone. How could you? I think I deserve an explanation."
"I gave you one."
"No, you didn't. I'm sorry. I can't. I am in love with and having a baby with another woman is not an explanation. Not one that explains anything to me or helps me to understand how this happens."
"Just let me get my stuff." He tried to move by me and I slammed my arm out to block his path.
"NO. You're not getting by me until you explain."
Monday, May 21, 2007
3 Things...
I interrupt this short story to bring you 3 Things...we will return to regular programming momentarily.
Yay! A meme.I was tagged by paleorange.blogspot.com
3 Things I am scared of:
1. Snakes (and I saw two over the weekend…AHHH!)
2. car accidents
3. getting cancer
3 People that Make me Laugh:
1. my fiance
2. Dwight from The Office (Jim too but he makes me melt first)
3. my nephews
3 Things I Love:
1. My fiane
2. my family
3. celebrity gossip
3 Things I Hate:
1. working full-time
2. know it alls
3. spinach
3 Things I Don’t Understand:
1. politics
2. how some people become famous and I can’t be
3. meaning of life
3 Things On My Desk:
1. lots and lots of paper
2. pictures
3. lotion
3 Things I am Doing Right Now:
1. this meme
2. listening to people talk
3. wishing I hadn’t already drank all of my soda
3 Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. travel the world
2. have it “all” – success, love, family
3. win the lottery
3 Things I Can Do:
1. write
2. pitch a softball
3. find good deals
3 Things I Can’t Do:
1. anything musical
2. stay awake at the movie theater
3. touch my toes with OR without bending my legs
3 Things You Should Listen To:
1. your voice mail
2. your mother
3. your boss
3 Things You Should Never Listen To:
1. weather forecasters
2. foul language
3. lies
3 Things I’d Like To Learn:
1. How to play the stock market
2. the secret of life
3. how to make a million dollars
3 Favorite Foods:
1. ice cream
2. potatoes
3. chicken
3 Shows I Watched As A Kid:
1. Saved by the Bell
2. The Little Mermaid
3. Boy Meets World
Yay! A meme.I was tagged by paleorange.blogspot.com
3 Things I am scared of:
1. Snakes (and I saw two over the weekend…AHHH!)
2. car accidents
3. getting cancer
3 People that Make me Laugh:
1. my fiance
2. Dwight from The Office (Jim too but he makes me melt first)
3. my nephews
3 Things I Love:
1. My fiane
2. my family
3. celebrity gossip
3 Things I Hate:
1. working full-time
2. know it alls
3. spinach
3 Things I Don’t Understand:
1. politics
2. how some people become famous and I can’t be
3. meaning of life
3 Things On My Desk:
1. lots and lots of paper
2. pictures
3. lotion
3 Things I am Doing Right Now:
1. this meme
2. listening to people talk
3. wishing I hadn’t already drank all of my soda
3 Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. travel the world
2. have it “all” – success, love, family
3. win the lottery
3 Things I Can Do:
1. write
2. pitch a softball
3. find good deals
3 Things I Can’t Do:
1. anything musical
2. stay awake at the movie theater
3. touch my toes with OR without bending my legs
3 Things You Should Listen To:
1. your voice mail
2. your mother
3. your boss
3 Things You Should Never Listen To:
1. weather forecasters
2. foul language
3. lies
3 Things I’d Like To Learn:
1. How to play the stock market
2. the secret of life
3. how to make a million dollars
3 Favorite Foods:
1. ice cream
2. potatoes
3. chicken
3 Shows I Watched As A Kid:
1. Saved by the Bell
2. The Little Mermaid
3. Boy Meets World
Friday, May 18, 2007
Locks
The next day I called the maintenance man and had him come over to change the locks. After explaining the situation, he was more than happy to oblige.
I finally felt like attempting to go to work but I realized that it was Saturday and the office would be closed. I really had been in my own world these last few weeks.
Oh well. I’m sure there was a great Saturday movie on AMC. I slumped back onto the couch, picked up the remote and turned to the channel. It was an old favorite, The Breakfast Club with Molly Ringwald. Emilio Estevez was talking about duct taping a guy in the locker room when I heard a key in the door.
The key went in; it jiggled a few times; and then I heard it pulled out again and nothing Ten seconds later the key went in again; it was jiggled; the door knob was turned and nothing. It was still locked. Who could that be now, I wondered. I jumped off the couch and went to the front door. I peered through the peep hole and my breath caught in my throat. I gasped.
I could feel my heart start to race. The anger was boiling up inside of me. I took a breath. I took another one. I counted to ten. And then I heard a knock. One knock, two knocks, three knocks. I started to unlock the door but then realized that I just wasn’t ready. I couldn’t open it yet. I hadn’t figured out what I would say yet. I hadn’t written a gut-wrenching speech. I hadn’t prepared myself.
But worst of all, I hadn’t showered in days and I was still in the pajamas I had slept in last night. I lifted my arm to smell my pits. My assumption was right. They reaked. As the knocks got more persistent and much louder, I debated on whether to open the door and let all hell break loose or to slump back to the couch and hide away for another couple of days.
I finally felt like attempting to go to work but I realized that it was Saturday and the office would be closed. I really had been in my own world these last few weeks.
Oh well. I’m sure there was a great Saturday movie on AMC. I slumped back onto the couch, picked up the remote and turned to the channel. It was an old favorite, The Breakfast Club with Molly Ringwald. Emilio Estevez was talking about duct taping a guy in the locker room when I heard a key in the door.
The key went in; it jiggled a few times; and then I heard it pulled out again and nothing Ten seconds later the key went in again; it was jiggled; the door knob was turned and nothing. It was still locked. Who could that be now, I wondered. I jumped off the couch and went to the front door. I peered through the peep hole and my breath caught in my throat. I gasped.
I could feel my heart start to race. The anger was boiling up inside of me. I took a breath. I took another one. I counted to ten. And then I heard a knock. One knock, two knocks, three knocks. I started to unlock the door but then realized that I just wasn’t ready. I couldn’t open it yet. I hadn’t figured out what I would say yet. I hadn’t written a gut-wrenching speech. I hadn’t prepared myself.
But worst of all, I hadn’t showered in days and I was still in the pajamas I had slept in last night. I lifted my arm to smell my pits. My assumption was right. They reaked. As the knocks got more persistent and much louder, I debated on whether to open the door and let all hell break loose or to slump back to the couch and hide away for another couple of days.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
An Unwanted Intruder
That was when I heard a key turn in the doorknob. Someone was coming in whether I liked it or not. He was the only one who had the key and I knew he would never be coming through that door again. The door swung open and there she stood. The Devil in Fake Prada.
“Oh. Um. Well. I didn’t think you were here so I let myself in.”
“What the hell are you doing here? And where did you get a key?”
“Brad gave it to me. He wanted me to come by and pick up some of his things. We thought you would be at work. I can come back another time.”
“No, you won’t. Give me the damn key.”
I jumped off the couch and sprinted toward her. She tried to turn around but the heel of her fake Minnolos caught in the carpet and she fell over landing on her butt. I tried to stifle it but couldn’t and let out a devilish laugh. I reached down and pried the key out of her hand. She covered her face with her hand and winced.
“Please don’t punch me. I just got my nose done.”
The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until she said that but suddenly it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Maybe a fist in the nose was just exactly what would make me feel better. I thought about it for a moment before finally deciding against it. By now, The Devil was standing up and brushing herself off.
“I think you should get the hell out of my house before I do something I might regret. Like say murder you.”
“I just need to get a couple of his things and I’ll be gone,” she said as she started up the stairs.
I grabbed her by her shirt tail.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not taking a step further. This is my house and all the belongings in this house now belong to me. Hightail it out of here before I have you arrested for burglary.”
“I had a key. It’s not burglary if I have a key.”
“We’ll see what the cops have to say about that.” I picked up the phone and started to dial 911. “You have 5 seconds.”
“But…”
“Four seconds…”
She stared at me; I stared at her with my finger to the digits. She finally walked back to the door and started to leave.
“This isn’t over," she said.
“Damn right it isn’t.”
“Oh. Um. Well. I didn’t think you were here so I let myself in.”
“What the hell are you doing here? And where did you get a key?”
“Brad gave it to me. He wanted me to come by and pick up some of his things. We thought you would be at work. I can come back another time.”
“No, you won’t. Give me the damn key.”
I jumped off the couch and sprinted toward her. She tried to turn around but the heel of her fake Minnolos caught in the carpet and she fell over landing on her butt. I tried to stifle it but couldn’t and let out a devilish laugh. I reached down and pried the key out of her hand. She covered her face with her hand and winced.
“Please don’t punch me. I just got my nose done.”
The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until she said that but suddenly it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Maybe a fist in the nose was just exactly what would make me feel better. I thought about it for a moment before finally deciding against it. By now, The Devil was standing up and brushing herself off.
“I think you should get the hell out of my house before I do something I might regret. Like say murder you.”
“I just need to get a couple of his things and I’ll be gone,” she said as she started up the stairs.
I grabbed her by her shirt tail.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not taking a step further. This is my house and all the belongings in this house now belong to me. Hightail it out of here before I have you arrested for burglary.”
“I had a key. It’s not burglary if I have a key.”
“We’ll see what the cops have to say about that.” I picked up the phone and started to dial 911. “You have 5 seconds.”
“But…”
“Four seconds…”
She stared at me; I stared at her with my finger to the digits. She finally walked back to the door and started to leave.
“This isn’t over," she said.
“Damn right it isn’t.”
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