Guilty pt 8 , a short story by alis.barr. Date added: 2012-07-02. Times viewed: 3413.
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- Intro: This may be the conclusion, it's kinda short but I feel it's a natural ending. I can continue with Kit and Alex in a different story line though, if y'all want me to.
- That night when I get home, it's very early in the morning, and the lights are off. Figuring David's probably in bed, I shut the door quietly, and slip my heels off to carry them as I slide into our room. Light from the street lamp on the curb outside filters in through the blinds, showing me a bed that is rumpled, sheets twisted over the man that used to be my whole world. His face is softened in sleep, all the tension from the day completely erased, and I stand there for a long moment just looking at him, wondering what I’m going to do. Then his eyes open, and anger sweeps in, hard and cold. David sits up, and turns on the light on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. Even that soft glow doesn't take the edge of his expression.
“Out with Raelene, my ass!” he says. “I saw you get into his car!”
“Why didn't you say anything?” I ask out of the blue, and he is momentarily confused. “When we made up. Why didn't you say anything when I finally came home? You knew what I was doing. I was fucking another man, David! We didn't even talk about it.”
“Oh, that.” he brushes it off. “It was a cry for attention, I knew you didn't mean it.” Suddenly, I’m just as pissed off as he is.
“I didn't mean it! Are you even hearing yourself!” I yell. “What if I did mean it? What if Alex gives me what I need, since I can't find it here.” I stalk towards my closet, and yank a pair of jeans on under my dress, pulling it over my head facing away from him and shoving bra straps over my shoulders.
“Really?” David says, biting and sarcastic. Bed sheets rustle as he stands. “And what is it that macho asshole gives you that you think you need? He doesn't love you! He wants a piece of ass! Are you going to throw ten years away just because he talks pretty.” I pull a tee shirt over my head and drag a duffel bag down from the closet shelf, starting to shove clothes into it. Seeing this, I see real panic in David's eyes. “Kit.” he says softly. “Kit come on. We'll work this out. Baby please.” My fingers pause for a minute, and I turn to face him.
“I'm always going to love you David. You were my first, and you treated me really good for a long time.” I say, feeling that I at least owe him an explanation. “But we are two very different people now. I can't bring myself to stay where I’m not wanted when I can see...where I should be, just around the corner.” He bites his lip, and shakes his head. I can see the anger returning as a defense mechanism, and sigh, going back to packing my clothes.
“You should be here, not out fucking your boss.” he says, cutting me to the quick, and my shoulders stiffen.
“At least he makes me feel like a woman!” It's horribly cliche, but the only thing that pops out of my mouth, and it achieves my childish goal of hurting him just as badly. I shoulder my bag, and head for the front door. “I'll be back tomorrow to get the rest of my stuff.” I call over my shoulder, then slam the door and get in my car. I’m down the road and halfway past the park when everything finally hits me. I pull over, put my forehead against the steering wheel, and let the tears come.
Twenty minutes later I’m standing on Raelene's doorstep. She answers after a minute, looking quite sleepy. “I'm really sorry Rae-” is all I get out before she sees my overnight bag and tear streaked face, and pulls me inside.
“It's about damned time honey. Come on, you can share the bed with me, and tell me about it in the morning.” Thank God for Raelene.
The next morning, over a bowl of cereal in her tiny but functional kitchen, I tell her everything, starting all the way back six months ago when I first started screwing around with Alex. “I knew you two had something going on!” she crows triumphantly. “I'd like to say I’m sorry about you and David...but I’m not. He's a jerk, and you could do so much better.”
“I'm trying to.” I mutter, and she laughs, then pats my hand with a sympathetic look.
“Oh honey. Alex is certainly an upgrade. And it doesn't matter if he's the one you're looking for, he's the baby step into a whole new world of possibilities!” I pause, spoon halfway to my mouth, to stare at her for a minute.
“That was...deep. And surprisingly helpful.”
“It's what my therapist told me when I got my first divorce.” We both laugh, and I’m feeling in a better mood now. “So I guess you need a place to crash while you sort things out, right?” I wince, but she waves it off. “Stay as long as you need to. I’ll help however I can.”
“Thanks Rae.” I say with a smile. “You're a good woman. Any man would be lucky to have you!” She laughs, and wiggles her hips.
“They all want a piece, but nobody owns the whole Raelene.”
Monday, I make a concerted effort to be there before Alex, which is damned early, but I manage to be waiting beside his spot in the parking garage when he pulls up. He gets out, and arches an eyebrow at me.
“Um, hi.” I say lamely, shifting on my feet. All of a sudden I’m not sure he still wants me, that maybe he was just talking since we were in bed. In any case I press on. “I left David. This time for good. I mean we really had it out...” Why am I still on about this? “Anyway! If you still want me, um, I’m free. I’m a good girlfriend, which sounds really bad considering how we met and, um, never mind. I’ll try.” I wilt under his impassive gaze, and then he smiles.
“You're crazy.” he chuckles, pulling me in to wrap his arms around my waist. “I don't expect this to even work, but your plan sounds good, trying.” Relief washes over me, and I lean up to kiss him enthusiastically. It turns into one of his longer, backed up against the car with his hand on my ass, trademark kisses, and we finally break apart just in time, as Larry Stein's car comes in. Alex doesn't let me go though, and kisses me again in full view of my other boss. What an Alpha thing to do, I think.
“Claiming your property?” I ask wryly as we head for the elevator.
“Claiming my woman.” he corrects.
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