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by Grace Charles


  However, truth be told, all my concerns just blinked out of existence, and I had the fact of Heather slowly sliding her pussy down on my pole to thank for that. She was beautiful, she was wild, she was a dream come true.

  And when all was said and done, I existed just for her.

  I existed for Heather.

  SMACK

  * * *

  I woke up, but not fully. My bed was warm, the sheets felt good on my skin, and the way only the moon cast any light into my apartment, I just didn't want to wake up. But just like that, I remembered my day, everything that had happened. Something that should've only been a dream, I quickly turned to look for my dear, sweet Heath--

  She was already up and staring dead at me. She didn't look angry, but she wasn't smiling. She just sat there Indian style, with her gray eyes looking down at me.

  “Hey,” I greeted with a half smile.

  “Hey,” she almost sighed.

  “What's up?”

  “Nothing.”

  I sat up and leaned against the wall, my heart already beginning to race.

  The first thing that popped into my mind was that she didn't like me anymore; that I'd somehow fucked things up. But for the life of me, I couldn't think of a single thing I'd done wrong. Shit, I'd given her at least ten orgasms while we were having sex earlier, and I know I didn't snore. But for some reason, all I could keep thinking was that I'd done something wrong, and now Heather didn't like me anymore.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked gently taking hold of her hand.

  Heather looked down at our two hands together, and then cupped them with her other one.

  “Nothing's wrong, babe,” she kept her eyes on our hands. “It's just that I was looking at you while you slept, and you just looked so...beautiful.”

  She looked up at me, tears already swelling in her eyes.

  No way, she was the most beautiful thing. The way her chin trembled, her skin beginning to blotch rose, her big gray eyes looking right at me; all of that was beautiful.

  I leaned over and kissed her lips. She returned it with a gentle one of her own, and it felt wonderful.

  “You hungry?” I asked brushing her cheek with my hand.

  She gave me a childish nod, and I couldn't help but smile.

  This was the same girl I'd been watching for the past three weeks, that unattainable angel I'd been stalking. The same girl I used to dream about being with, and now, here she was in my bed telling me she was hungry.

  “You wanna go grab something?” I suggested. “There's this pretty awesome Chinese place a few blocks from here.”

  “Chinese is good,” she finally smiled back.

  I just had to kiss her again, just to make sure that all this was real. And it sure was, right up to the point when Heather bit my lip. That was just a rude awakening.

  I quickly pulled away from her, touching my lip with what I'm sure was a pretty pissed off expression.

  “Heather,” I whined when seeing a dot of blood on my finger tip, that, and tasting the blood in my mouth. “What the fuck?”

  “Relax,” she waved me off with a huge smile. “It's just a love bite. Don't let me really bite you.”

  She looked so mean when she nipple twisted me, forcing me to pull away like a little kid being picked on. She then jumped off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, leaving me just sitting there and looking kinda worried. And there it was again, that worried feeling.

  “What the fuck?” I whispered to myself.

  * * *

  We made it to the Chinese spot, and found a booth in the back. My lip still hurt, but I figured Heather was just playing around so I let it go. Besides, she looked so cute with her hair up in a pony tail, who the hell was I to fucking complain about her biting me? Shit, if I was smart, she could've stabbed me and I should've been cool with it. Whatever, we were together that night, and that was all that mattered.

  “This is a nice little spot,” she said looking all all around her.

  “Yeah,” I agreed with my eyes on her the entire time. “I must eat here, easily, two or three times a week.”

  “Really?” she finally turned to me. “Well, don't worry. I'll cook for you so you no longer have to do that anymore.”

  “You can cook?”

  “Oh yeah,” she boasted. “I make a mean scrabbled eggs. And don't get me started on my tuna sandwiches.”

  I just laughed at her...with her...for her. Whatever, I laughed, taking in all her beauty granted to me. She was staring at me too, smiling, loving me with her eyes. And though I know we'd only known each other for literally a day, there was no denying what we were sharing. The first moments, the blossoming, that new discovery of being in love.

  I wanted nothing more than to just sit there the whole night staring at her, but our server walked up and we had no choice but to turn to her with the cheesiest smiles. Luckily it was Lian, my usual server, and she didn't seem to mind.

  “Hello, Nick,” she greeted with the usual timid smile.

  She was so cute, the way she never ever really looked me in the eyes, no matter how long I'd been coming to her place. Her parents owned the restaurant, and she worked there at night while studying to be an anesthesiologist during the day. And I didn't have to wonder how tough that balancing act must've been, and yet, Lian was always so pleasant.

  “Hey, Lian,” I greeted. “How's business tonight?”

  “So so,” she giggled. “It was very busy this morning, but I was at school. And it was busy before you come. Maybe get busy before we close. Always like that sometime.”

  “I can imagine,” I chuckled. “All the late night stragglers needing their Beef Teriyakis before bedtime.”

  Lian laughed, and I looked over to see if Heather found that funny as well. But she was too busy looking over the menu and wasn't really paying attention to anything else.

  “So, who is your friend?” asked Lian.

  “Oh,” I beamed with joy when I turned to introduce Heather. “This is my friend, Heather. Heather...”

  I just at that moment realized that I didn't even know her last name, but Heather took up the slack for me.

  “Heather Davenport,” she introduced herself with a handshake.

  Lian gave her the usual smile, then quickly got ready for our order by practically burying her face in the notepad she was holding.

  “So you have number five?” she asked me with her tiny voice.

  “You know it,” I smiled turning back to Heather.

  She was looking over the menu again, and I kinda tapped it with my finger.

  “Anything catch your eye yet?” I asked.

  “Not yet,” she sang the whole way through. “If anything had, I would've ordered already.”

  She was obviously giving me attitude, but I didn't know for what.

  “Okay,” she seemed to come to a decision, practically shoving the menu at poor Lian. “I'll have the seared duck and peppers.”

  Lian smiled with a quick bow and vanished from our table.

  I just couldn't believe how rude Heather was being, and I'm pretty sure she could tell by the way I was just staring at her.

  “What?” she grimaced.

  “What was up with that?” I asked.

  “Up with what?”

  “The way you were just acting.”

  “Acting?” she repeated, “What the fuck are you talking about, bro. I just ordered my food.”

  “No. You were kinda mean when I asked you if you saw anything you wanted, and then you practically shoved the menu into Lian's face.”

  “What?” she acted all shocked. “Are you fucking crazy? I didn't do shit.”

  “Okay,” I decided to let it go.

  And just as I did that...

  “I mean, I wasn't the one all flirting with Mulan and shit,” she said under her breath.

  “What?” I hoped she wouldn't repeat what I'd just heard.

  “Nothing,” she went back to the innocent act.

  “Uh hu
h,” I leaned back to drink my water.

  “Actually, no!” she said looking right at me. “You were flirting with her, and she was flirting with you.”

  “What?” I couldn't believe my ears.

  “Oh, don't play fucking stupid with me, Nick!” she charged. “'All the late night stragglers needing their Beef Teriyakis before bedtime.' Really, Nick? And Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon was all...”

  She went into this stereotyped laugh, with her hands to her mouth and bobbing from side to side like some sort of Asian caricature. And even as embarrassing as it was, I guess I should've counted myself lucky that she didn't squint her eyes or make Karate sounds.

  “Heather!” I barked at her.

  “Don't you dare Heather me!” she screamed. “I mean, how could you?! We're out together, about to fucking eat our dinner, and you're just sitting there making googly eyes at this bitch right in front of me! Telling her that I'm your “friend”?”

  “Googly...” I couldn't even repeat it. “Heather, you're acting crazy right now.”

  “Crazy?” she said with her eyes widening. “Crazy?”

  “Yeah, crazy,” I confirmed my previous statement.

  Heather turned away from me and whispered something to herself. Then out of nowhere, she grabbed the glass of water in front of her and threw it at my head. I practically had to dive under the table before it hit me and couldn't believe what had just happened, not even as the glass smashed against the wall five feet behind me.

  Five feet!

  Heather wasn't trying to hit me with the glass, bitch was trying to take my head off.

  “What the fuck?!” I screamed at her.

  “Fuck you, Nick!” she snapped. “I swear to God, I should fucking murder you for this!”

  I couldn't believe my ears. I mean, where the fuck was all this coming from? One minute we were on our first official date, she was even calling me her boyfriend and shit, and now she was talking about killing me.

  “Heather--”

  “Fuck you!” she snapped one last time before getting up from the table.

  She then stormed for the exit.

  Sadly, she crossed paths with Lian who was coming to check up on us, and slapped the tray she was carrying right out of her hands.

  “Fuck you, you Lucy Liu looking bitch!” screeched Heather right before exiting the restaurant.

  Luckily there weren't any other people there eating, but that didn't change the fact of what had just happened.

  It was the craziest thing I'd ever seen, and I just couldn't get over it. I mean, how did Heather just go from the woman of my dreams to a thing of nightmares so fast? It was literally 0 to 100 in a split second, and my heart couldn't stop pounding from the experience.

  Needless to say, I was absolutely embarrassed and didn't know what to say. So, I just stood up from the table, paid for the two dinners that I wasn't going to be eating, and just walked out. I didn't even bother looking over at poor Lian, even if I saw her staring at me from out of the corner of my eye.

  Bottom line, I wasn't ever going to be able to eat there again, and seeing Heather again was completely out of the question. She wasn't who I thought she was, after all. I mean, she wasn't the innocent girl I thought she was; the angel of my dreams. The smile, the skin, the hair...the eyes, it had all been an illusion.

  And it was just like that, I decided Heather hadn't the girl for me after all. And to think that I was actually beginning to fall in love with her. opt in the sense of infatuation or just puppy love. No, I was actually beginning to fall in love with her, and a part of me still was. But after what she'd just done, there was no way I was ever going to see her in the same light.

  The illusion had been shattered, and so had all my dreams.

  FIVE

  “So she just lost it?” asked Brian handing me the solvent to scrub out the blood stain caked into the mattress.

  “Just like that,” I snapped my finger. “Screamed at poor Lian for no reason at all, then practically tries to take my head off.”

  “Wow,” he reflected on what had happened with Heather. “But she was so hot.”

  I just stared at him and couldn't believe how much I wanted to punch him in the face.

  Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't taking me seriously, or maybe I just didn't like the way he was talking about Heather? It had only been three days since I'd seen her after all, and the cut in my heart was still fresh.

  Whatever it was, Brian's big mouth pissed me off as usual, so I just decided to go back to working on getting the blood out of the mattress in front me.

  Turned out a kid had been caught stealing by his parents. And instead of just grounding him or kicking his ass, his dad decided to destroy his XBOX game console. Little did his dad know that this kid had been running a small enterprise through the console from everything like games to social media. So when the console got destroyed, no doubt the little guy figured his whole life had been destroyed too. So...he went into his dad's den, grabbed his .357 Magnum, and blew his brains out in his bedroom.

  It was a good thing his parents had been staying at a hotel ever since the incident, because the last thing I wanted to deal with were grieving family members who wanted to be there, crying and reminiscing in my ear about the deceased. And you'd be shocked to find out just how many people actually do that, sticking around to watch the blood and guts of their loved ones being scrapped out of a wall and scrubbed out of a fucking mattress.

  “Well, at least you spotted the crazy before thing got too serious,” said Brain purposely fogging up his mask's plastic screen.

  I looked up at him, not pissed or anything, even though I still was. But I just listened to the one bit of reason he actually had to offer, and did count myself kinda lucky. Even if being lucky meant losing the one woman I was madly in love with, though there was nothing I could do about it now.

  “Besides,” he finally started on the wall nearest to the stain in the mattress. “The pretty ones only break your heart. And from what you've told me about this chick, she was most likely just gonna cut yours out.”

  It was stupid but true.

  The way Heather acted, there was no telling what she'd eventually do to me in the future. We were only together for a day and she acted the way she did, so just imagine what could've happened two, three months, hell, a year from now? The thought was too much to bare, but it was another reason not to contact Heather again.

  Anyway, a few hours later, Brian and I finally finished our preliminary decon and planned on coming back the next day. But as we made our way to the van, I spotted someone down the street from us. They were walking away, but I could definitely tell it was a female by the way she swayed her hips. And for a second there, I kinda thought it was Heather. The woman did look kinda like her, but I couldn't really tell under the jacket and hat she had on. But I didn't know what I would've said anyway if it had been Heather, so I just let it go and just joined Brian in the van.

  “So did you hear about Jamal?” asked Brian pulling off.

  “No. What about him?”

  “Fucking guy quit yesterday. Something about one of his sister-in-laws breaking off her engagement, and that he had to go back to his country so he could marry her instead.”

  “What?” I grimaced.

  “Yeah, man,” Brian shook his head. “It's like everybody's getting pussy except me. You, even Jamal. And that motherfucker already has a wife.”

  “We're not all lucky, Brian,” I reclined in my seat. “Look at me. I thought I was--Whoa!”

  Brian ran a red light and almost rammed the car driving past us.

  “What the fuck, dude?” I turned to find him slamming on the breaks.

  “Yo! There ain't no breaks,man!” he cried out.

  “What?!”

  Brian kept stepping on the breaks but nothing was happening. The van was just charging down the street, and nearly hit a woman crossing in front of us.

  “Do something!” I yelled.

  B
ut by the look on his face, there was nothing Brian could do.

  We both looked petrified and kept screaming every time we almost got into an accident. But then Brian swerved right, and slammed up against a few parked cars.

  Rattling like a pair of pinatas, Brian and I watched in horror as he took out four to five cars before coming to a compete stop. Of course, a complete stop meant lodging the van in between two cars, totally wrecking both a tail and a hood.

  We didn't say anything to each other at first. But then we did finally caught our senses, realized at the same time that we weren't dead, and then started screaming.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yelled looking over the damage behind us.

  “WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!” said Brian, finally making our fear a duet.

  I jumped out of the van and scanned the destruction.

  There were about five cars with their driver's sides totally smashed in, not to mention the two we were lodged in between.

  Brian joined me and put his hands to his head the moment he saw what we'd done.

  “Holy, fuck!” he exclaimed. “What the fuck, man? What the fuck?”

  “What happened to the breaks?” I asked.

  “I don't fucking know, man.”

  Brian made his way back to the van and popped open the hood, but all I could do was pray that the owners of the cars didn't come out and try attacking us both. But I didn't have to worry, not the when the cops started showing up.

  Before long, there was a crowd of people gawking and gossiping, owners crying and complaining about the damage to their cars, and the company's mechanic, Daryl, checking out the van. Brian was seated on a curb talking to a police officer, while I stood next to the Daryl to find out what had happened.

  “Well,” he finally said after checking the entire van. “Your breaks are gone.”

  “Were they old or something?” I asked.

  “Old? Hell no,” replied Daryl showing me a handful of wires in his hands. “These wires were cut.”

  “Cut?”

 

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