Aiden - She Stabbed Me With a Sword
Shit, she left before I got over here. I would have followed and talked to her outside, but Xena and Devon were already calling me over, apparently to give me shit.
“That was a bullshit apology.” Xena reaches under the counter and pulls out her foam rubber sword, pointing it in my face. “How are you going to fix this?”
“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be fixing. I can barely remember anything from last night.”
“I told you everything that happened after I picked you up. I don’t know what you guys got up to before that though.”
Before that?
Oh SHIT!
I didn’t even apologize for running off on her when we had sex. I can’t believe I forgot to say anything about that. Fuck. I am such an idiot.
“The look on his face tells me he just remembered,” Xena says with a smirk. She stabs me in the chest with her sword before placing it back under the counter.
“I remembered. What should I do?”
“Well, I don’t know. All I can say is, you can’t just apologize now. If you really want her to forgive you, you’re going to need to make a solid effort.”
Devon has been listening quietly this whole time, but now he speaks up. “I still don’t know what the hell you’re apologizing for. What did you even do?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say. “It wouldn’t be polite to Rhea.”
“Oh, I see,” he drawls. “It’s like that then, is it? I know what you’re saying.”
“Shut up, Devon,” Xena tells him. “Let’s just help him figure out what to do.”
Together we plan an apology, with dinner, and lots of begging for forgiveness on my part. I’m not confident it will work, and even if it does, it doesn’t take away the reason I freaked out in the first place. We didn’t use a condom. To me, there could be nothing worse than me fathering a child.
I get Rhea’s phone number from Xena before I leave the coffee shop, and I send her a text before I drive home. Then I send a text to Alex to beg for the favour of getting me a table at her friend’s restaurant. By the time I pull into my driveway, Alex lets me know I have a table for seven and Rhea still hasn’t gotten back to me.
Finally, after I send a bunch of texts, Rhea sends me a message. I was worried she was going to ignore me completely and I can’t say I would have blamed her if she did. I can’t even imagine how it would feel if someone did the same thing to me. Fucked me and immediately left. Not just left, but freaked out and ran away. She must have felt like shit, like I was disgusted or something. And nothing could be further from the truth. Just thinking about her standing naked in front of me has me hard again.
The way she tasted will be ingrained in my brain for the rest of my life. And the sounds she made as I licked and sucked her to orgasm? Fucking perfection. The feel of her pussy clenching around me as she came was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. So warm and tight, urging me to come right along with her. Which I did.
And of course, that’s when I realized I forgot a condom and then fucked everything up completely. Rhea is someone who I could almost see myself trusting enough to have a relationship with, someone who I could trust with birth control. But I’ll be lucky now if she even forgives me, never mind letting me near her naked again.
Tonight’s not about that, anyway. The more I think about her, the more I want to know her. She told me a little about her childhood. I think we might have similar backgrounds. I have a feeling that if anyone could understand my need to end my family line with me, it would be Rhea.
Is it possible that I could have someone in my life after all this time thinking I would need to be alone? There’s something about Rhea that makes me want to find out.
Sitting here ruminating over the situation isn’t helping any, so I do what I always do when I need to take my mind off of something; I turn to video games. I have a couple of hours before I need to be at the shelter, so I have some time to kill.
Video games have always been an escape for me, particularly cartoony, fantastical ones, with silly looking enemies, and weird story lines. As a kid, it was a way for me to escape my fears and to imagine, for just a little while, that I wasn’t going to be on the receiving end of my dad’s angry outbursts at any moment. When you’re helping Mario save the princess, it’s easy to believe that good guys can win. Too bad it didn’t happen that way in real life, but at least I’m still here.
My front door opens while I’m still trying to decide on a game to play, and Johnny walks in carrying five bakery boxes.
“Hey man, I made some cookies and stuff for you to bring to the shelter today.”
“When did you have time to do that? It’s only been a few hours since I saw you.” And when I saw him at breakfast, he didn’t seem stressed out enough to need to do this much baking.
“I went home right after breakfast and started right away. I thought maybe today I could come with you? I need something to distract me from the whole Becca situation. Something that isn’t alcohol related, because I don’t want a repeat of this morning’s hangover workout ever again.”
“Yeah, that should be alright. Let me just text the director and make sure it’s okay.”
Johnny busies himself by making a pot of coffee and I send off a quick text. The director answers almost immediately, and just like that, Johnny is cleared to come with me.
