“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I scream into the empty car, slamming my fists against the steering wheel. Thunder rumbles in the sky as the rain continues to pound against the windshield. I really should just go home and wait for her but I need to cool down first. Getting off the next exit I make a left then a right and pull into the school lot. Finding a parking spot I head over to my brother's dorm floor. That’s where the party is happening tonight. Before getting out of my car I lay my head back and close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. Do I really want to deal with people tonight? Drunk people at best? Groaning, I turn my car back on and pull out. I’ll just go home and drink until I can’t move. That sounds much better than giggling puck bunnies and all the noise of it. I used to love partying but as I’ve gotten older I like more low key get togethers preferably half naked girls paid to show us a good time. Slamming my fists against the steering wheel again because no matter what everything circles back to her.
Driving down the highway, I growl as traffic begins to build and I see there’s been an accident. Red and blue lights blind me as I pass while the rain still pounds relentlessly, not giving me much to see of the wreck. Once everyone stops being nosey and actually drives, the traffic diminishes and I get off at the next exit.
Pulling up the driveway I sigh, she still hasn’t returned. Putting the car in park, I get out and let the rain pour over my body. Taking a deep breath, I walk up the pathway and into the dark silent house. Turning on the lights, I head straight for theliquor cabinet and grab the most expensive bottle of bourbon, open it and take a swig. Kicking off my shoes, and removing my shirt and pants. I plop on the couch and just stare at the wall as I continue to drink. This is not what I had planned tonight. I just wanted to come home and sit down with her and get some answers. I was hoping to tell her how I feel if she actually was honest with me. Even now after everything I do know. I still want her. I want her so fucking bad it hurts. I’ve never cared for another woman before. I never wanted more than just sex until her.This is so fucked.
Bringing the bottle to my lips, I take another swig letting the burn of the bourbon flow down my throat. The house is so quiet and still and I hate it. The past few weeks knowing she was here brought warmth into this place. Even her mother’s presence brought light into this dark house. My father is a cold man and I’m not sure what her mom even sees in him. Maybe it's just me and my brothers that he treats like this. I can’t remember him and my mother being together. She died by the time we were four years old. My father raised us alone. No, that's a lie. We were raised by nannies until we turned fifteen then he fired the help and we’ve been on our own since. So the house has been cold and boring for many years.
Why is it that as I sit here on this couch I can still smell her everywhere. Fuck! I really do have it bad for her. I wish she would just come home already. I get up and take another swig, finally feeling the alcohol flowing through my veins warming my body as I walk up the stairs. Stopping at her room I take another swig and step inside. I inhale deeply while walking towards her messy bed.
Sitting down I take another swig and another as the room begins to spin. I just want her to come home. Please let her come home and find me drunk in her bed. I don’t care if she yells at me and demands for me to leave. I just need to know she’s okayand safe. I also want to apologize for saying all those cruel things to her. I’m just so fucking mad and as usual I let my anger and assumptions get the best of me. I yelled and screamed without really listening. I should’ve taken a step back and just listened to her. Taking another swig I gag knowing this is my limit. If I drink anymore I’ll end up puking all over her bed and that’s not okay. So I set the bottle down and lay back against her velvet headboard.
I stare out the window watching the trees sway in the cold wind since the rain finally stopped. Every time I see headlights shine against the wet window my heart skips a beat but it’s still not her. I close my eyes for a second. Hoping to just take a small nap and wait for her to come home. Just a little nap is all I need.
Gripping the steering wheel as I drive in the rain to where my brothers are partying for the night, my phone keeps buzzing in my pants. I growl, digging for it and see it’s Lyla.Fuck that.I toss the phone onto the passenger seat and keep driving. I’m done with her. Unfortunately for my father I will not be returning to that house while she is there and I will be doing my own thing during the holidays. Who am I kidding? I’m such a liar. This shit is going to eat me alive. I shouldn't have left her like that. I shouldn’t have said those cruel words to her. I’m just so fucking angry and the buzzing coming from next to me isn’t helping. She’s relentless but I just need a minute. I need to think. I hate how much I still want her. How much I wanted her to beg me for forgiveness. Laying her down on the bed making—no, forcing her to spill each word—each truth from her lips as she moans, whines and whimpers in the short little purple nighty, it’s all I can see. But no–instead I let my rage blind me, ignoring what my heart really wanted. This whole time she’s been Mercedes. I’ve tasted her. I’ve felt her. I’ve been with the girl I yearned for this whole fucking time and never knew and what’s even more mind blowing is she never knew it was me. How? How did thishappen? No wonder I’m obsessed with both women because they are just one. One I’m so fucking in love with. Or maybe I have it all wrong and it’s just infatuation.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I scream into the empty car, slamming my fists against the steering wheel. Thunder rumbles in the sky as the rain continues to pound against the windshield. I really should just go home and wait for her but I need to cool down first. Getting off the next exit I make a left then a right and pull into the school lot. Finding a parking spot I head over to my brother's dorm floor. That’s where the party is happening tonight. Before getting out of my car I lay my head back and close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. Do I really want to deal with people tonight? Drunk people at best? Groaning, I turn my car back on and pull out. I’ll just go home and drink until I can’t move. That sounds much better than giggling puck bunnies and all the noise of it. I used to love partying but as I’ve gotten older I like more low key get togethers preferably half naked girls paid to show us a good time. Slamming my fists against the steering wheel again because no matter what everything circles back to her.
Driving down the highway, I growl as traffic begins to build and I see there’s been an accident. Red and blue lights blind me as I pass while the rain still pounds relentlessly, not giving me much to see of the wreck. Once everyone stops being nosey and actually drives, the traffic diminishes and I get off at the next exit.
Pulling up the driveway I sigh, she still hasn’t returned. Putting the car in park, I get out and let the rain pour over my body. Taking a deep breath, I walk up the pathway and into the dark silent house. Turning on the lights, I head straight for the liquor cabinet and grab the most expensive bottle of bourbon, open it and take a swig. Kicking off my shoes, and removing my shirt and pants. I plop on the couch and just stare at the wallas I continue to drink. This is not what I had planned tonight. I just wanted to come home and sit down with her and get some answers. I was hoping to tell her how I feel if she actually was honest with me. Even now after everything I do know. I still want her. I want her so fucking bad it hurts. I’ve never cared for another woman before. I never wanted more than just sex until her.This is so fucked.
Bringing the bottle to my lips, I take another swig letting the burn of the bourbon flow down my throat. The house is so quiet and still and I hate it. The past few weeks knowing she was here brought warmth into this place. Even her mother’s presence brought light into this dark house. My father is a cold man and I’m not sure what her mom even sees in him. Maybe it's just me and my brothers that he treats like this. I can’t remember him and my mother being together. She died by the time we were four years old. My father raised us alone. No, that's a lie. We were raised by nannies until we turned fifteen then he fired the help and we’ve been on our own since. So the house has been cold and boring for many years.
Why is it that as I sit here on this couch I can still smell her everywhere. Fuck! I really do have it bad for her. I wish she would just come home already. I get up and take another swig, finally feeling the alcohol flowing through my veins warming my body as I walk up the stairs. Stopping at her room I take another swig and step inside. I inhale deeply while walking towards her messy bed. Sitting down I take another swig and another as the room begins to spin. I just want her to come home. Please let her come home and find me drunk in her bed. I don’t care if she yells at me and demands for me to leave. I just need to know she’s okay and safe. I also want to apologize for saying all those cruel things to her. I’m just so fucking mad and as usual I let my anger and assumptions get the best of me. I yelled and screamed without really listening. I should’ve taken a step back and justlistened to her. Taking another swig I gag knowing this is my limit. If I drink anymore I’ll end up puking all over her bed and that’s not okay. So I set the bottle down and lay back against her velvet headboard. I stare out the window watching the trees sway in the cold wind since the rain finally stopped. Every time I see headlights shine against the wet window my heart skips a beat but it’s still not her. I close my eyes for a second. Hoping to just take a small nap and wait for her to come home. Just a little nap is all I need.
Lyla
Playing House
A soft hand caresses my face and I jolt awake. My head pounds and my body aches. I open my eyes and see Kenneth with a medical kit, removing glass from my body.
“It’s okay Angel. I’m just cleaning you up before dinner.” he says softly and my eyes widen. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make you all better.” My body shakes in fear because I don’t trust him. He’s already put his hands on me and now as I look around, I realize I am in his home. I wince as he takes another piece of glass out of the side of my ribs and he looks up at me. “The worst is already over. Here, take these. Your head must be throbbing.” He says, handing me a few pills. I look down at them then up at him.
“W-what are these?” I ask, knowing they aren’t what they should be.
“Just take them Angel. It will make your head feel better. Dinner is almost ready.” he says but I shake my head. “TAKE THEM!” He yells, causing me to jump. My lip trembles in fear asI bring the small white pills to my mouth. He watches as he lifts the glass of water, bringing it to my lips. “Drink!” he orders as I take a sip of the water, swallowing the cold liquid along with the pills. He removes the glass setting it down then grips my cheeks forcing my mouth open to look inside making sure I swallowed what he gave me. “Good girl, my Angel,” he smiles, letting my face go. I look around and notice I’m in the living room on a couch not wearing the clothes I left Velvet Veil in.What the fuck?
“What am I doing here, Kenneth?” I ask and he sighs.
“I told you. You are mine. You wouldn't listen to me so you forced my hand. Now you are going to eat dinner with me and come up with a plan for our future.” He tells me as he presses a wet gauze to my forehead making me wince again.
“Our future?” I ask and he sighs again.
“Yes, Lyla. Our future. There will be rules once I allow you to leave. I love that you want to be a doctor so I’m going to let you finish school before we marry. Then we will have children and move out of this house into something…bigger.” He adds and my eyes widen. He can’t be this naïve to think the moment I get to leave here that I will actually return. Absolutely the fuck not.
“That’s your plan? To keep me here against my will. Allow me to go to school. Play house and give you babies? Did I get that right?” I sass and he growls.
“Yes. Exactly that. Now come. It’s dinner time.” He commands, holding his hand out for me to take.
“And what if that’s not the future I want for myself?” I ask, jutting my chin out. The same hand he held out for me slaps me across the face making my head whip to the side. I wince from the sting and lift my palm, placing it against my cheek.
“You don’t get the option. If you would’ve come willingly. Then maybe but since you didn’t these are the consequences.” he spits, lifting me by the arm and dragging me towards thekitchen. I thrash in his hold as he slams me down in a wooden chair making me cry out as he tucks me against the table. “Stop being a brat. You once told me you loved me. That I was your everything. Now it’s time to prove it.” He states, walking away towards the oven taking a pan out. I look around the room seeing if I can use anything to hurt him so I can fucking escape but everything is so bare. There’s not even a knife on the table, just a plate with a plastic fork.What the fuck do I do? Do I play his game and hope I can get out of here or do I fight and could possibly die here tonight? Fuck!
“I made you your favorite. Lasagna with no meat.” he smiles so proud of himself. I want to gag and tell him I fucking hate lasagna even if it’s a lie. Now he’s ruined it for me and I’ll never look at my favorite food the same way again. Instead, I smile and thank him.
“Awe, you shouldn’t have darling. I’m supposed to be the one to cook for you. Did you work today?” I ask in a sickly sweet tone. Bile rises in my throat with every word that just left my lips.
“Not tonight, Angel. Tonight is a special night and I wanted to make you dinner instead.” he says as he sets the pan in front of us. He sticks a spatula into the cheesy pasta and I grab his wrist gently.
