Writing Challenge #1 & #2
It would only be a fling-she wasn’t about to break up a happy home. At least that’s what she kept telling herself every morning as she untangled her limbs from those of a married man. This was just about sex; each time she swore it was the last time, she swore she could find another man and he would just find another woman to cheat with.
But then he would look at her, his green eyes shining as he asked how she’d slept, and she would melt. This morning was no different; she woke with his arm carelessly flung across her chest and his head nuzzling the base of her throat. It took considerable effort to free herself before she made her way to the bathroom, not even bothering to dress first.
“Okay Zhira,” her reflection was her only confidant at times like this. Who else could she tell? “This has to stop. He is married. He has children. Remember little Hayden and Farah? His is their DAD!”
She sighed and lowered her gaze, even the woman in the mirror seemed to be judging her, just for different reasons. How could she convince a woman who looked so happy, so at peace, so…satisfied that she should stop seeing the one person that made her feel that way? She was hopeless; a disgusting shell of a person to do what she is doing. Her head shot up;
“You disgust me you worthless piece of trash.” The woman in the mirror had tousled hair from rolling on the pillows, puffy lips from their longs hard kisses; she displayed a few teeth makes on her neck. She was disgusting. “You do this to yourself every single time you know. It’s your own fault.”
“What’s whose fault?” The bathroom door pushed open just wide enough for Deandre to peak his head around. He looked concerned but his eyes still held that sparkle that made her knees weak. When she didn’t answer he opened the door and approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around hers and resting his head on her shoulder.
“You need to stop doing this to yourself Zhira. Have you been taking the medication?” She nodded her head and felt a tear fall down her cheek. He tightened his grip. “You aren’t the reason my marriage is falling apart. You know that right?” This time she didn’t nod. Of course she was the reason. She felt a sob coming and tried to suppress it; it didn’t work.
Deandre kissed her shoulder before turning her to face him; he was a good six inches taller and he had to tilt her face up to get her to look at him. She didn’t want to look though; he would only make her love him again and she didn’t want to love him anymore. Not ever again. This was only a fling, this was the last time! She shook her head free from his hand.
“No no no no! No more Deandre! I can’t do this, I can’t be the reason you leave your babies mother. Your wife Deandre!” She could hear her voice getting louder, more shrill; she knew what it meant and she could feel the urges bubbling inside her. Anything to make it all stop, to make her feel better. But he’d have to leave first.
“Get out.” She pointed to the door trying to keep her breathing under control; her body knew what was going to happen and it was getting impatient. “Get outta my house now, Deandre.”
He didn’t look surprised, this was how most of their nights together ended-she wondered why he kept coming back to her-but there was something else. Hurt? Disappointment?
“She used me.” Hs voice was soft “She used me for my money Z. Don’t you see? I loved her once, she mothered my children and then I find out she’s fucking my best friend and my baby girl isn’t even mine! Now she wants a divorce, half my stuff, and the kids.” He was looking in her eyes now, almost pleading with her to understand. Her arms fell to her side and the feeling inside her began to subside, replaced by confusion and anger. He’d never told her this before; he’d never seemed so hurt before.
“Then you came along and I thought to myself; it will only be a fling, I’m not the type to run around on my wife even after all of this. But then you smile and it’s like-ah! Damn, it’s like everything will be okay.” His full lips twisted into that half smile that made her heart flutter “I need you Z, you help me through this. And I know you need someone too.”
She dropped her gaze to the floor; she knew she was crazy, and the medicine still wasn’t working but that shouldn’t be his problem. “That’s not your problem though…” she didn’t even sound convincing to herself.
He shook his head and pulled her to him “I’ve seen the scars Zhira. I know you don’t like yourself very much and I want you to know that you are the best thing to happen to me since the birth of my children. When this is all said and done with, no matter the outcome I want to be with you, scars and all.”
With that he moved her curls so he could plant a kiss on her neck; right where his teeth marks from the night before were, “Now” he said, slipping his hands behind her thighs and lifting her “I know what you were going to do when I left but I know a much better way to get your endorphins pumping.”
Zhira giggled and let herself be carried toward the bed; maybe this could work out after all?
AN: This story really got away from me. It took a turn i was not expecting and then another! I really had it planned that Zhira was the married one and was sleeping around because she was bored at home but...well we can all see how that worked out. I like it though; I didn't want Deandre to be 'the bad guy' cheating on his wife because I liked him with Zhira. I pictured him as really in love with her and i wondered what his motivation for cheating would be; well he told me and DAMN! Poor bby :( I sort of want to find out what happens with them...
#2
She decided to go to her father’s grave, to ask his advice. It wasn’t something she did often, visiting him, and she always told herself she would never go back. She hated that place. But she needed him, needed to be close to him.
Deep breaths, she said it out loud if only to remind herself to breath at all. Her car turned into the cemetery, his grave would be the first one off the side of a roundabout road. It wasn’t anything fancy, or very noticeable at all-he deserved so much more- in fact it was easy to miss if you didn’t know it was there. She stopped the car.
Just breathe. Breathe. And don’t cry
She fought against the tears that threatened to spill over and swallowed the vomit that was lodged in her throat. The whole place made her sick and her father deserved better. He hadn’t wanted to be buried anyway but no one ever asked what he’d wanted. She shook her head causing a mess of dark curls to fall over her face like a curtain.
Maybe I can just hide back here and it’ll all just go away?
No. She had to do this. She needed to talk to him; he was the only person who could help her. The cold air hit her as she opened the door; wind pulled her hair off to one side and sent a chill down her spine. So unlike the day they brought him here; it had been Hellish hot-not that she could feel it, the only indication of the temperature was the sweat at her hair line. If only she could have stayed that numb the past few years wouldn’t have been as hard…
Daddy?, she said approaching the plaque that marked his final resting place. It was a gaudy thing, black with gold lettering and a wheat stalk design that made her want to scream. He’d have hated it, that she knew for a fact; that and the ugly peach suit he was buried in. to add insult to injury someone had put fake flowers on his grave again!
He HATED fake flowers!, she screamed as she hurled the offending bits of plastic and fabric as far as her arm would throw. It’s like they do it on purpose.
Kneeling she set about cleaning the plague; wiping away bits of dirt and grass with her sleeve until it shone. Her father would have hated the ugly thing but at least he would have wanted it clean.
There, now I can see myself in it! She leaned forward placing a kiss just below the raised letters that spelled out his name. She ran her fingers across those letters as if trying to memorize the feeling of his name. C-H-A-V-E-Z she whispered it over and over like an enchantment trying to- she didn’t know what she was trying to do all she knew is she needed help and she wanted the hurt to stop. That pain that feels like a punch to the gut; it takes your breath away and leaves you a bit dizzy and afterwards you just want to cry and gasp for precious air but you secretly hope you’ll just die and it’ll all stop. She needed that to go away. C-H-A-V-E-Z
Daddy?, she strained against the tears that blurred her vision and choked her voice, Daddy I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried so hard and I feel like I’m letting you down everyday that I can’t find a job or I’m not in school. I know I need to grow up and that I’m responsible for my own life but I still feel like a little girl deep down. I’m still your little girl and I don’t know what to do without you. I stopped the day you died. I just stopped and now I’m a 17 year old girl who wakes up every day for 3 years to find that her nightmares are real. I don’t know how to live without you Daddy; you have to tell me how to move forward. I can’t be a 17 year old forever. I can’t be a disappointment to you forever.
She wiped her sleeve across her face trying to stem the flow of tears and snot but it only made it worse. The pain was getting to be too much again but she had more to tell him.
I never came to see you. I should have come; I should have been there when you died. You died alone and I should have been there and I can never fix that. I let you down; you gave me everything I could ever ask for and when it mattered most I let you down. Now I’m stuck. How do I move on with my life if I can’t-
She choked back a sob and buried her face in her hands. She felt pathetic, pleading to her dead father to help her fix her fucked up life. He’d laugh at her if he could see her, he never was one for superstition but then again neither was she. Not until he was gone.
Okay then. I guess this was stupid. I might as well be asking Aamonya for advice. I have to go, it’s getting cold and you’d be ashamed at me for sitting over your dead body bawling my eyes out like a baby so I’m just gonna go home and do it there. She tried to laugh at herself. I love you Daddy. I love you more than anything else in the world.
AN: Today has been a rough day for me and i got that first sentence and it just kicked my ass. his was hard to type and eve harder to share....
But then he would look at her, his green eyes shining as he asked how she’d slept, and she would melt. This morning was no different; she woke with his arm carelessly flung across her chest and his head nuzzling the base of her throat. It took considerable effort to free herself before she made her way to the bathroom, not even bothering to dress first.
“Okay Zhira,” her reflection was her only confidant at times like this. Who else could she tell? “This has to stop. He is married. He has children. Remember little Hayden and Farah? His is their DAD!”
She sighed and lowered her gaze, even the woman in the mirror seemed to be judging her, just for different reasons. How could she convince a woman who looked so happy, so at peace, so…satisfied that she should stop seeing the one person that made her feel that way? She was hopeless; a disgusting shell of a person to do what she is doing. Her head shot up;
“You disgust me you worthless piece of trash.” The woman in the mirror had tousled hair from rolling on the pillows, puffy lips from their longs hard kisses; she displayed a few teeth makes on her neck. She was disgusting. “You do this to yourself every single time you know. It’s your own fault.”
“What’s whose fault?” The bathroom door pushed open just wide enough for Deandre to peak his head around. He looked concerned but his eyes still held that sparkle that made her knees weak. When she didn’t answer he opened the door and approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around hers and resting his head on her shoulder.
“You need to stop doing this to yourself Zhira. Have you been taking the medication?” She nodded her head and felt a tear fall down her cheek. He tightened his grip. “You aren’t the reason my marriage is falling apart. You know that right?” This time she didn’t nod. Of course she was the reason. She felt a sob coming and tried to suppress it; it didn’t work.
Deandre kissed her shoulder before turning her to face him; he was a good six inches taller and he had to tilt her face up to get her to look at him. She didn’t want to look though; he would only make her love him again and she didn’t want to love him anymore. Not ever again. This was only a fling, this was the last time! She shook her head free from his hand.
“No no no no! No more Deandre! I can’t do this, I can’t be the reason you leave your babies mother. Your wife Deandre!” She could hear her voice getting louder, more shrill; she knew what it meant and she could feel the urges bubbling inside her. Anything to make it all stop, to make her feel better. But he’d have to leave first.
“Get out.” She pointed to the door trying to keep her breathing under control; her body knew what was going to happen and it was getting impatient. “Get outta my house now, Deandre.”
He didn’t look surprised, this was how most of their nights together ended-she wondered why he kept coming back to her-but there was something else. Hurt? Disappointment?
“She used me.” Hs voice was soft “She used me for my money Z. Don’t you see? I loved her once, she mothered my children and then I find out she’s fucking my best friend and my baby girl isn’t even mine! Now she wants a divorce, half my stuff, and the kids.” He was looking in her eyes now, almost pleading with her to understand. Her arms fell to her side and the feeling inside her began to subside, replaced by confusion and anger. He’d never told her this before; he’d never seemed so hurt before.
“Then you came along and I thought to myself; it will only be a fling, I’m not the type to run around on my wife even after all of this. But then you smile and it’s like-ah! Damn, it’s like everything will be okay.” His full lips twisted into that half smile that made her heart flutter “I need you Z, you help me through this. And I know you need someone too.”
She dropped her gaze to the floor; she knew she was crazy, and the medicine still wasn’t working but that shouldn’t be his problem. “That’s not your problem though…” she didn’t even sound convincing to herself.
He shook his head and pulled her to him “I’ve seen the scars Zhira. I know you don’t like yourself very much and I want you to know that you are the best thing to happen to me since the birth of my children. When this is all said and done with, no matter the outcome I want to be with you, scars and all.”
With that he moved her curls so he could plant a kiss on her neck; right where his teeth marks from the night before were, “Now” he said, slipping his hands behind her thighs and lifting her “I know what you were going to do when I left but I know a much better way to get your endorphins pumping.”
Zhira giggled and let herself be carried toward the bed; maybe this could work out after all?
AN: This story really got away from me. It took a turn i was not expecting and then another! I really had it planned that Zhira was the married one and was sleeping around because she was bored at home but...well we can all see how that worked out. I like it though; I didn't want Deandre to be 'the bad guy' cheating on his wife because I liked him with Zhira. I pictured him as really in love with her and i wondered what his motivation for cheating would be; well he told me and DAMN! Poor bby :( I sort of want to find out what happens with them...
#2
She decided to go to her father’s grave, to ask his advice. It wasn’t something she did often, visiting him, and she always told herself she would never go back. She hated that place. But she needed him, needed to be close to him.
Deep breaths, she said it out loud if only to remind herself to breath at all. Her car turned into the cemetery, his grave would be the first one off the side of a roundabout road. It wasn’t anything fancy, or very noticeable at all-he deserved so much more- in fact it was easy to miss if you didn’t know it was there. She stopped the car.
Just breathe. Breathe. And don’t cry
She fought against the tears that threatened to spill over and swallowed the vomit that was lodged in her throat. The whole place made her sick and her father deserved better. He hadn’t wanted to be buried anyway but no one ever asked what he’d wanted. She shook her head causing a mess of dark curls to fall over her face like a curtain.
Maybe I can just hide back here and it’ll all just go away?
No. She had to do this. She needed to talk to him; he was the only person who could help her. The cold air hit her as she opened the door; wind pulled her hair off to one side and sent a chill down her spine. So unlike the day they brought him here; it had been Hellish hot-not that she could feel it, the only indication of the temperature was the sweat at her hair line. If only she could have stayed that numb the past few years wouldn’t have been as hard…
Daddy?, she said approaching the plaque that marked his final resting place. It was a gaudy thing, black with gold lettering and a wheat stalk design that made her want to scream. He’d have hated it, that she knew for a fact; that and the ugly peach suit he was buried in. to add insult to injury someone had put fake flowers on his grave again!
He HATED fake flowers!, she screamed as she hurled the offending bits of plastic and fabric as far as her arm would throw. It’s like they do it on purpose.
Kneeling she set about cleaning the plague; wiping away bits of dirt and grass with her sleeve until it shone. Her father would have hated the ugly thing but at least he would have wanted it clean.
There, now I can see myself in it! She leaned forward placing a kiss just below the raised letters that spelled out his name. She ran her fingers across those letters as if trying to memorize the feeling of his name. C-H-A-V-E-Z she whispered it over and over like an enchantment trying to- she didn’t know what she was trying to do all she knew is she needed help and she wanted the hurt to stop. That pain that feels like a punch to the gut; it takes your breath away and leaves you a bit dizzy and afterwards you just want to cry and gasp for precious air but you secretly hope you’ll just die and it’ll all stop. She needed that to go away. C-H-A-V-E-Z
Daddy?, she strained against the tears that blurred her vision and choked her voice, Daddy I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried so hard and I feel like I’m letting you down everyday that I can’t find a job or I’m not in school. I know I need to grow up and that I’m responsible for my own life but I still feel like a little girl deep down. I’m still your little girl and I don’t know what to do without you. I stopped the day you died. I just stopped and now I’m a 17 year old girl who wakes up every day for 3 years to find that her nightmares are real. I don’t know how to live without you Daddy; you have to tell me how to move forward. I can’t be a 17 year old forever. I can’t be a disappointment to you forever.
She wiped her sleeve across her face trying to stem the flow of tears and snot but it only made it worse. The pain was getting to be too much again but she had more to tell him.
I never came to see you. I should have come; I should have been there when you died. You died alone and I should have been there and I can never fix that. I let you down; you gave me everything I could ever ask for and when it mattered most I let you down. Now I’m stuck. How do I move on with my life if I can’t-
She choked back a sob and buried her face in her hands. She felt pathetic, pleading to her dead father to help her fix her fucked up life. He’d laugh at her if he could see her, he never was one for superstition but then again neither was she. Not until he was gone.
Okay then. I guess this was stupid. I might as well be asking Aamonya for advice. I have to go, it’s getting cold and you’d be ashamed at me for sitting over your dead body bawling my eyes out like a baby so I’m just gonna go home and do it there. She tried to laugh at herself. I love you Daddy. I love you more than anything else in the world.
AN: Today has been a rough day for me and i got that first sentence and it just kicked my ass. his was hard to type and eve harder to share....