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satansapostle6 · 22 days ago

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Angel With A Broken Wing | Jonah Simms

And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Chapter Four

Chapter Five: No Role Models

It was Thursday, and Marcus was over again. I tried to cut myself off, but it just wasn’t working. The man knew how to fuck.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

Marcus groaned. “Shit…!”

My legs were up on his shoulders, or really, his chest, because of the height difference, and I could feel everything. There was no way I was turning this man down anytime soon.

“Fuck, oh, fuck…!” Marcus hissed.

Until, of course…

“Fuck, you feel so good, Erica…”

I swear in that moment, you could’ve heard a pin drop. Both of us went dead silent. We didn’t necessarily separate, but it all stopped. I stopped what I was doing, and he stopped thrusting altogether.

“Excuse me…?” I questioned.

I was stunned. Flabbergasted. I had no idea what to say. I had no idea how to react. What was I supposed to say?! Marcus had just called me his ex-girlfriend’s name in the middle of sex, something I barely knew was even possible, and I was still reeling from his last stroke. He looked at me in horror, immediately trying to explain himself.

“Sophie—!”

I got up off the bed, standing in front of him both angry and butt-naked, which was a horribly humiliating commination.

“Oh, now you remember?!” I demanded, throwing the shirt he’d taken off on my bed at him.

He just stood there and took it, letting the shirt hit the ground as he desperately tried to find a way to make it up to me. But I wasn’t having it. This was my last straw; I wasn’t that spineless. I ignored him with determination as I put my clothes back on.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry…” Marcus apologized profusely, “I’m so sorry, Soph… It was just a mistake, I’m sorry…”

“Yeah, and so was this!” I yelled, furious with him as I threw a random jacket on.

“No, Sophie, please,” he pleaded, following me as I stormed out of the dark bedroom. “Sophie… I didn’t mean to say her name… I was thinking of you, I swear, I don’t know how it happened, it was just an accident…!”

“Bullshit!” I yelled as I stormed out into the hall.

“Sophie, please…!” Marcus begged me, “You’re the only one I care about I promise… Sophie!”

“No, Marcus,” I shook my head firmly as I reached for my car keys, “I’m done!”

“No!” he shouted fearfully, still trailing after me like a lost puppy. “No, please!”

“Nope. I’m done. Fuck you, Marcus,” I spat as I headed for the door.

“Sophie, no please, I care about you so much… Sophie… I love you!” Marcus exclaimed desperately.

I stopped in my tracks at that, slowly turning as I tried to process what he’d said to me. I looked at him expecting a look of indifference, or at least some uncertainty, but I saw none of that. He looked at me through glassy, emotional eyes, desperate for me to believe him.

“You…” I paused, unable to understand him. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do!” he cried. “Sophie… Ever since the moment I saw you, I knew… I had to have you. I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world… I love you!” he pleaded.

I stared at him in disbelief, unsure of how to even respond.

“Sophie…” he gasped, “Sophia… I love you. I’m in love with you… Please!” he stood before me vulnerably.

I shook my head, tears in my eyes as I rushed for the door. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Sophie, please,” Marcus’s voice broke.

“Nope! I’m leaving!” I announced, running out the door.

He stood there in disbelief. “But… This is your place!”

“Get out!” I yelled as I slammed the door behind me.

I got in the car and slammed the door. It took me at least five full minutes to stop crying before I could wipe my tears away, and just drive. Maybe twenty minutes or so after the whole ordeal, I knocked on a door, praying I’d get an answer. After a couple of minutes, the door opened.

“Sophie?” Garrett said kind of groggily. “What’s going on?”

I found myself a little tongue-tied, unable to even answer his question at this point. Garrett studied me worriedly.

“Hey… Is everything okay?” he asked me.

He didn’t say much; this was a normal question, and perfectly warranted after all, considering my showing up at his door after midnight. But the simple question was enough to push me over the edge as I started to cry, like a little kid. Garrett seemed almost shocked by the sudden outburst, quickly moving his chair for me to come in.

“Hey, hey, come inside…” he said sympathetically.

I nodded wordlessly through my tears as I walked into the apartment, trying to make less of a fool of myself as he gently reached to rest a hand on my back.

“Sophie, what happened?” Garrett asked me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded as I sniffled. He let me over to the couch, sitting near me as I took a seat.

“What’s up? What happened?” he asked.

I sighed as I wiped my tears away. “Just some stuff with Marcus…”

Garrett took this information in, nodding understandingly as I tried to compose myself.

“I’m sorry,” I looked around guiltily, “It’s late, and I showed up unannounced…”

“It’s okay, man,” he reassured me, “I mean, I didn't even hop off the game ‘til, like, half an hour ago. And you know you can come by any time, I don’t really mind…”

I nodded slowly, accepting his kindness. “Thank you…”

“Yeah, no worries…” Garrett said awkwardly, trying his best to be comforting, even though that was neither of our strong suits. “You want, like, a drink, or something to eat…?” he tried to be helpful.

I shook my head. “I’m okay…”

“What happened with Marcus?” Garrett asked. “I mean… You don’t have to say if you don’t want to… He didn’t, like… do something, did he…?” he asked, making sure I was okay.

I shook my head. “No… Nothing like that. He just…”

Garrett just looked at me, waiting.

“I’m done with him,” I sniffled. “That’s all.”

Garrett nodded slowly, starting to understand the nature of my situation.

“Yeah,” he said finally, “That’s probably for the better… Ryan has Gigi, right?”

I nodded. He took a moment, trying to make the best of the situation.

“Why don’t we crack open a few beers? I’ll break out the whiskey, and we’ll just listen to every song we can with the general tone of ‘bitches ain’t shit’?” he offered.

I chuckled in spite of everything. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

Garrett nodded as he wheeled toward the fridge, allowing me to take a seat at the table. I sat down, smiling as Garrett handed me a beer.

*****

At some point, it was already almost 2 a.m., and Garrett and I were fairly buzzed, sitting at the table together as we almost nonsensically sang along to random songs we were playing on the speakers. Garrett and I sounded surprisingly tipsy as we sang Kendrick and Lil Wayne lyrics.

“…He tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears. And then she tell me, and I be all ears… And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him…!”

We both downed more whiskey and swigged our beers, fairly drunk now. The singing continued, much to the dismay of Garrett’s surrounding neighbors.

“We’re waiting outside… Watch him pull up! Walk up to the door, and right before he knock, she open the door naked… She left it unlocked! They started french kissing, so he didn’t see moi! And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch! Music up loud, with his head in the cloud! Turn that shit down, and I scare the piss out of him! …Put a gun to his frown, turn around, I ain’t here to fuck around, I ain’t hear to fuck around, caught you with your pants down! You know what it is, put your fucking hands up!

“Liz, that’s enough, you can put your hands down! …And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her! She a good actress, and you a dead actor! You’ll be dead after we get what we’re after! If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard! I got way too many bitches that do anything for me!”

I couldn’t explain it, but screaming at the top of our lungs about how love isn’t real was healing.

“But think for me, send her to you like she ain’t for me, I hope you alone like bankruptcy, she pour you a drink, that drink on me, she pour something in it, now faint for me! …Pussy got you outta character, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, take everything that you have til you don’t have an opinion, we have your attention, now you’re looking down a barrel though!”

*****

The next morning, I woke up on Garrett’s couch, and we drove into work together, fairly exhausted. I yawned as I got out of Garrett’s car, waiting for him as he got out, certainly not in the mood to talk to our coworkers alone. We both went into work together, praying today was going to be a low effort day.

*****

That afternoon, Jonah found himself just happening to be wandering up to the front of the store, near customer service, where Garrett worked.

“Hey…!”

Garrett looked up at Jonah. “Hey.”

“So…” Jonah began, already trying to find an angle.

For what, Garrett had no idea. He didn’t know what Jonah could’ve possibly wanted, but he knew he was not at the right energy level to deal with it.

“This morning…” Jonah remarked, trying and failing to be nonchalant. “It was kinda cloudy…”

Garrett stared at him, not understanding. “Dude, you obviously want something, so just ask.”

This came out a little more snappy than Garrett had intended, which he kind of felt bad for, given the flustered expression on Jonah’s face, but at the very least, it was still effective.

“Uh—Okay. Uh…” Jonah fidgeted awkwardly as he tried to segue into his inquiry. “I couldn’t help but notice, you… Came into work… With Sophie,” he stated, forcing a smile so aggressively that it was becoming more of a grimace.

Garrett stared him down. “Yeah.”

Jonah continued awkwardly. “So… Is that, like, some new carpooling situation, or…?”

Garrett frowned. “No.”

Jonah nodded, struggling to find a way to extract more information from his coworker. “So… Did you just happen to go and pick her up today, or…?”

Garrett frowned. “No. She spent the night at my place.”

This made Jonah’s ears start to ring. “Oh…!”

Garrett just sat at his desk, not sure how to respond.

Jonah laughed nervously, an almost passive aggressive desperation to his tone. “Okay, so…” he kept laughing.

Garrett felt as if he was watching a Batman villain’s origin story with the plethora of strange facial expressions Jonah was making.

“So… Let me get this straight…” Jonah said, “Sophie, the girl you know I like…”

“The grown woman I’m friends with, and have been friends with, long before we even met, that you said you didn’t have a crush on, yes,” Garrett corrected him impatiently.

“Right… So…” Jonah stammered nervously. “She… spent the night at your place…?”

“That’s what I said, yeah,” Garrett confirmed.

“She… Walked in in just a hoodie this morning,” Jonah murmured, recalling seeing the two of them enter the store together, “With nothing under it…”

“Okay, stop,” Garrett smiled humorlessly.

“‘Stop’ what?” Jonah asked genuinely.

“Making this into something it’s not,” Garrett stated, “Sophie is my friend. We have been friends, since she started working here. I’m allowed to hang out with her, without it having to be something else!” he said in disbelief.

“Right,” Jonah nodded quickly, “No, you’re right, I just—”

“No! Nothing! That’s it,” Garrett cut him off.

Jonah nodded apologetically, realizing he’d made a mistake in being so confrontational for no reason.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he apologized, making Garrett feel guilty.

He sighed, nodding as he accepted the apology. “It’s, fine, man, I just…”

He didn’t know what to say, feeling caught in the middle of everything.

“Look. I have no problem with it if you have a crush on Sophie, or whatever, but…”

“I don’t have a crush on Sophie,” Jonah blurted out defensively, “Why would I have a crush on Sophie?”

All he needed to realize how ludicrous he was being was the frown on Garrett’s face in that moment.

“Right. Yeah. Sorry,” he apologized quickly.

“I don’t care if you have a crush on her, but I also can’t go spilling every detail of her life to you just because you wanna know if you should ask her out to sushi, or Italian,” Garrett reminded him.

Jonah nodded. “Right, yeah, I shouldn’t have expected you to…”

He was very quickly distracted.

“Wait, since we’re on the topic,” Jonah began, “Do you think she would prefer Italian? I mean, she seems more like an Italian kinda girl, but I remember she said once she didn’t like pizza, so—”

Garrett’s expression immediately reflected his thoughts.

“Nope. Sorry,” Jonah agreed, surrendering, “That’s… Never mind. Sorry,” he said again, realizing how inappropriate and badly timed the question was.

“Look…” Garrett began, wanting to help. “Give Sophie a break before you try and woo her, alright? The woman’s having a tough time. She’s…”

He chose his words carefully as Jonah hung onto his every word, desperate for information about Sophie.

“She’s got a lot on her plate, with the kid, and Ryan, and Marcus… She’s going through a lot. Just… Let her breathe, okay?”

Jonah nodded. “Got it. Yeah. ‘Let her breathe’…”

“I don’t know if she has the energy to even think about relationships right now, but I know she’s in a bad place, coming out of something…” Garrett trailed off. “Just… If you wanna be there for her, be her friend first. Let her decide on her own time if she would date you.”

Jonah nodded slowly, seeing the merit in Garrett’s advice.

“That makes sense… Yeah. I’m sure she’s got a lot going on…” he thought. “I’ll slow down…”

“Good. Because you need to. A lot,” Garrett nodded, “Not just with this, but in general. It’s 9 a.m. Take it down a notch.”

Jonah chuckled as they both gradually returned to normal. With Jonah too distracted by his dilemma, and Garrett too distracted with his exhaustion after his night of drinking, neither of them noticed the rapidly spreading grin on their coworker Cheyenne’s face as she rushed back to the beauty counter, unnoticed.

Chapter Six

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jomiddlemarch · 11 months ago

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fairy lights

There were some customers you knew from a glance that you’d be talking smack about in the break room as soon as they left the building and there were ordinary ones that you forgot immediately. And there were the absolute unicorns like the impossibly hot guy standing in the middle of the aisle holding a box of fairy-lights in his hand like it was an alien artifact, a guy whose hands you noticed were well-made but sort of rough, like he worked in construction or landscaping and the way he squinted at the fairy-lights made it clear he was used to working in the blinding sun of a Texas afternoon.

“Can I help you, sir?” you said. You’d been raised by your grandma, a stickler for manners, and management loved how easily you used sir and ma’am with the customers, even if Neveah who worked the baby section made fun of you for it.

“I dunno, maybe?” he said. He had a nice voice, a little gravelly. “My brother said these are popular, for girls. Saw it online, TicTac or whatever—”

“TikTok,” you offered.

“Yeah, that,” he replied.

“For your niece?” you asked. He’d mentioned a brother and he wasn’t wearing a ring, just a beat-up watch.

“No, my own girls. I’ve got two, they have to share a room, bunkbeds. My brother said it looked like juvie, last time he came over.”

“That’s harsh,” you said, shrugging slightly, hating your store smock. He smiled and you saw you’d underestimated how much better he’d look with his lips curved, his dark eyes bright. You felt a little wild, decided to push. “They didn’t want to go shopping with their mama?”

“It’s just the three of us,” he said. “Their room could use a woman’s touch. I’m not good at that shit—‘scuse me, that stuff. I do new construction, renos, but not making the rooms look nice.”

“The thing with fairy-lights is you have to have enough of them,” you said. “Otherwise, they look kind of cheap and pathetic. Are you planning on putting the lights on the bunkbeds or the walls?”

“I figured I’d let them choose,” he said.

“Okay, well, it’s not like those are on final sale or anything, but if you buy three, you get the fourth free, so maybe get four and if they don’t want that many, you can return them. Just save the receipt,” you said.

He nodded, dropped the box in his hand into the basket by his feet and you grabbed three more to give him. There was no reason his fingers would’ve grazed yours unless he was the one who did it.

He did it.

“You’ve been real helpful,” he said. “Got kids of your own?”

“No,” you answered. “Just some nephews and I go on TikTok. I’m not a Luddite.”

“Hey, they got a bad rap. They were protesting for better working conditions. They didn’t hate the machines, just the management.”

“I hear that,” you said.

“That’s why I work for myself,” he replied. “Only way to have a good boss.”

“Yeah, this place isn’t the worst, but it’s not like they go overboard to be nice,” you said. “The break-room snacks are just the store-brand knockoffs they can’t sell.”

“There’s a decent coffee-shop up the street, lattes and they have a barista,” he said. “My brother’s with the girls until I get home. If you wanted, Christ, this sounds so cheesy, I never do this, you know—”

“I can tell,” you said. “But my next break is in ten minutes. I could go for a latte.”

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