Modern Use Chapter Five
Disclaimer:This story is totally fiction! So don't get your panties in a wad.
Warning: May contain mild swearing and graphic nature.
Feeling rugged and heartbroken, I managed to make it to work. It's been two days and I haven't seen or heard from Ville. I often found my mind wondering to the possibilities. What the hell did I do wrong? I just don't get it.
I left work a half hour early, unable to concentrate. I couldn't think of where to go or what to do. So I decided on Whisky's. At the bar, I sat watching the people around me. The place was pretty empty, as it usually is in the middle of the afternoon.
"Tough day?" Said the blond bartender.
I nodded drinking the last of my beer selfishly.
"Another? Perhaps something harder?" He joked.
I flashed a forced smile. "No, you. Do NOT let me have any whisky. Don't fail me three nights in a row, Mister." I replied.
Hours later, sad and alone, I cuddled up to my blanket, watching the soft rain fall against my window. Just move on, I told myself. Its not the end of the world. It was fun. Now its back to reality.
Letting the sound of the rain put me to sleep, I dreamed. That is, until the door bell rang.
I panicked, fiddling with the lock on my front door. Who could it be at this hour? Pulling my house-robe closed, I cracked the door open.
A talk figure covered in a black hoodie was walking away before he noticed that door had opened. He turned around. Ville. He was soaked from the rain. He shivered as he said, "I have to talk to you."
"What about?" I asked, stepping out on to my tiny porch, leaning against the post.
He pulled his hoodie off his head, letting the rain trickle down his face. "I'm sorry, Faye. I..." He signed before continuing, "I'm so bad at this."
I tilted my head, unsure what he meant by that.
"Not this, right now. But this... relationships." He struggled, putting his hands as if to pray for his life, "My life is not all that it seems to be. I have so many demons..."
My eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, "You think I don't?"
His arms dropped to his sides. He glared at me for a moment. "Not like this. I fear every time I enter a relationship of how this could work down the road. I have commitments. The music is number one, and always had been."
I looked to the ground, feeling defeated.
He slowly came closer, reaching out for my hand before pulling me out in the rain with him. His finger lifted my chin to look him in the eye. There were so many things I wanted to say to him. I played this moment over and over in my head and not once did I give in. But now that he is here in front of me, I threw caution to the wind as I let his lips reach for mine. "But I think I've found a new number one."
Almost tumbling, we kissed all the way up the stairs to my room, falling together on my bed. Ville pulled my robe open as he basically forced my to straddle him. His roaming fingers slip up and down my back before pushing my robe off.
Having used little effort, his clothes came off, leaving only me with a pink tank top and black panties. He rolled me on my back, pushing my top up. I lost count of all the kisses he planted on my chest and stomach. Although it wasn't long until his fingers slid my panties down my legs. I think you can imagine what came next.
It wasn't like this with anyone else. With him, it felt intense, filled with obsession and eagerness to explore each other. Some people will never experience this. And maybe its best they don't. It leaves you hungry and besotted.
Fully awake and surprisingly recharged, I danced around in my bathroom to The Scorpions. The sun shined through the window over the toilet, giving me even more reason to smile. Ville peaked his head in just as I was blow drying my hair.
"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" I said after turning the little boom-box down that sat on the counter.
He didn't seem to hear me as he moved to stand behind me, glaring at my in the mirror. I wore only my under garments and some black stockings.
"Okay, stop staring. You're making me nervous."
He laugh, sliding his arms around me, kissing my neck. "Where are you going, darling?"
I turned to him, tip-toeing to kiss him before replying, "Work."
"No. No no. No you're not. You must stay." He said pulling me closer, planting more kisses on my neck.
I giggled, "Sweety, it's almost three o'clock. I'm just going in for a few hours. I promise."
The minute I got off work, Kimmi, Mige, Ville and I all went to Whisky's yet again. Drank our asses off, as usual. But this time we went to my old friend, Derek, to score some Zombie Dust. That was the tip of the iceberg.
Later that night, or should I say early the next morning, I found myself laying naked at the bottom corner of my bed. I felt Ville's mess of hair on my stomach and heard voices coming from down stairs. These were unfamiliar voices. They didn't sound friendly or in good spirits. The way they quietly spoke to eachother let me know something was wrong.
I jumped out of the bed quickly enough to cause Ville to raised his head. He blinked a couple of times, listening to the commotion going on downstairs. He looked to me, as if to tell me to stay put. I found myself with my ear to my door after Ville dressed and closed it behind him. He demanded I stay up here, but I just knew something had gone bad.
As I slowly made my way down the steps, I peaked into the living room. The voices we heard were cops. I saw Ville at the foot of the steps talking to one of them. When he glanced at me my stomach turned. I knew in my heart what had happened. I felt tears spilling down my cheeks as I leaned over the railing of the staircase. There Lied Kimmi, pale and lifeless in the door way of the bathroom face down on the wood floor. She had overdosed.