“Tuskeegee Chunk” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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From the strong masculine knock at the door, I already knew who it was. I considered pretending that I wasn’t back from the salon but I couldn’t do it – not to Jake.

Never to Jake.

What will he think when he sees me?

When Debbie had offered to transform me into a redhead by installing a long weave before my hair started to fall out, I had reluctantly agreed, going against my original plan of getting a pixie cut as a way to transition to shorter hair before having no hair at all. But since she had graciously offered to do it on the salon’s dime, I couldn’t refuse her kindness.

I steeled myself for Jake’s reaction as I flung open the door. His eyes twinkled as he assessed my new look.

“Whoa! You went long instead of short? Either way, you look hot Kris!”

Jake had known about my plan to go short and had even offered to go with me but I had refused. He was a total sweetheart that had his heart on his sleeve. The woman who ended up with him would be one lucky girl. But if she wasn’t good to him, I would find a way to haunt her from my grave.

“Really? You like it?” I ran my hand gently through the lush locks, a little afraid that a small tug might make it all disengage.

“It’s sexy. Is it a wig?”

“No,” I shook the hair out to show him its flow. “It’s a weave.”

“Well, being a redhead suits you. But you better have that weave strapped on tight because I’m taking you for a ride.”

“A ride?”

“Yeah, a ride. Look…”

Jake stepped out of the way and pointed at a shiny motorcycle sitting in my driveway. It was the kind of dream bike that he’d talked about buying if he beat his cancer. And now that he had been cleared, I was ecstatic to see that he had actually followed through. Jake and I had quickly gone from being waiting room acquaintances at the hospital to good friends supporting each other in our respective fights against the big “C”.

“Oh my God! You bought it! Congrats Jake! That’s an awesome way to celebrate your victory!”

“Yes it is and I’m going to ride this bike everywhere. And I’m going to take you around with me. As soon as you’re feeling better and in remission, we’ll take a ride down to that Ben & Jerry’s Flavor Graveyard in Vermont that you always wanted to go to. But for now, grab your hat and coat so that I can take you for a quick spin.”

I grabbed my coat, pulled on my winter hat and quietly shut the front door. I headed down the stairs to join him, smiling at how optimistic Jake was for my future.

But I knew better.

From the truth coursing through my fragile veins with a vengeance, I knew that his plans for us would never see the light of day.

The only graveyard we would ever visit together would have nothing to do with Vermont.

And I would not be standing next to him.

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Chunky” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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“Girl, you better have your hair weave strapped on tight…”

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“What A Girl Wants” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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(Related to previous post “The Midnight Hour“)

I forced myself to stop kissing her.

“What’s wrong?” Laney whispered as if someone else was wrapped up between the sheets with us.

She pressed her warm body against me and trailed her fingers down my arm. As her tongue grazed along my bottom lip, her hips explained what she wanted mine to do. I inhaled sharply, enjoying the bittersweet pain of holding myself back.

Hadn’t she vowed that she would never cross the line with a man like me? Didn’t she remember her speech about not messing with our solid friendship? Or was I simply having a wet dream?

When I didn’t answer, Laney playfully bit my lip and I had no choice but to pull her in and thoroughly explore the inner depths of her delicious mouth.

No, I wasn’t dreaming and nothing in or on my body was asleep. She slid her arms around my waist as my own hands grasped her face.

“Why is that when we’re together and it’s just the two of us, we never fight until…”

My words were replaced by a deep groan when Laney threw a leg over my hip. My hands immediately slid from her face down to her hips to position her in just the right spot for full contact. Our eyes made four when she placed her forehead against mine.

“Still too many clothes and way too much talking Ty. We’ve got better things to do tonight than talk, don’t you think?” she whispered as she tugged at my pyjama bottoms.

I didn’t say another word. Instead, I flipped her over so that my full weight covered her body. The smile that she gave me almost sent me over the edge.

“Now, that’s much better,” she muttered against my lips and she slipped her arms around my neck. “Talking can wait.”

Laney was right. We had much better things to do until the sun came up.

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “She Wants To Dance With Me” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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“When we’re together, we never fight, we’ve got better things to do tonight…”

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“The Midnight Hour” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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My heart raced as I stood in his doorway ready to bare my soul and tell him what I wanted.

“What are you doing here at this hour?”

I half-expected Ty to shut me down after all that had happened. He ran both hands through his messy hair and then folded his arms across his white T-shirt looking groggy from my midnight appearance at his door. He looked less than pleased to see me but his face softened when his brows furrowed with concern.

“What’s wrong Laney?”

I took a deep breath and steeled myself against turning around and running away.

“One night. With you. As more than friends,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

Ty’s grogginess was instantly replaced by a stunned look that made my stomach flip in the most uncomfortable of ways.

What?!

“One night of you and me being more than just friends is what you said you wanted.”

It was easier for me to get the words out the second time around and I found myself brushing past him into his apartment. Ty continued to stand dumbfounded with his hand still firmly on the door knob.

“Wait…what? That was weeks ago and I was…I was joking around Laney. And I was drunk…”

“You know that’s not true Ty.”

He stared down at me as if I had completely lost her mind, not knowing what to say but knowing that he was lying.

“Your exact words were that you didn’t want to have sex with me but that you wanted to make love to me, just for one night. That’s what you said. That’s why I’m here. That’s what I want from you right now.”

Before Ty could say another word, I shut the front door for him, took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom. Once we were standing next to the bed, I waited for my request to fully sink in for him and when it did, I reached for both of his hands and placed them on my hips. He shook his head.

“Laney…I shouldn’t…I mean, we can’t…”

“Ty, I’m giving you what you asked for. The question now is, will you shut up and put your money where your mouth is?”

The words tumbled from my mouth like they belonged to someone else.

In an instant, Tyler tilted his head to meet my lips. As we kissed, I knew that he would question me in the morning about why I had turned up at his door. But in that moment, burning every last detail of our togetherness into my memory was the only thing that was important to me because in the morning after we talked, Ty would hate me forever.

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Waking Up In Vegas” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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“Shut up and put your money where your mouth is…”

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“Ripple Effect” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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*Trigger warning – fiction alludes to sexual abuse/child abuse*

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My younger brother, Don and I sat next to each other on the couch in our parent’s living room. It was their 55th wedding anniversary and the entire extended family had turned out for the casual BBQ party they had decided to throw themselves. People milled around, some catching up on the latest family news while others boasted about their fabulous accomplishments to make each other jealous.

I had been all around the world but whenever I visited my childhood house, the only place I wanted to be was away from here. That’s when I longed for the safe confines of my own peaceful and comforting home.

The entire gathering was ridiculously hypocritical seeing that our parent’s entire marriage had only been full of hateful tolerance instead of wedded bliss. Don and I had endured that charade our entire lives behind their closed doors and we knew their dirty secret.

“I blame you David.”

My plate of homemade macaroni and cheese and barbecue ribs sitting precariously on my lap almost fell between my knees at Don’s angry voice.

“Blame me? For what? What did I ever do to you?!”

Over the years, we had rarely seen each other but it wasn’t for my lack of trying to make an effort. Don had been the one to distance himself and his family away from me. Our disconnect had slowly started after I had eloped at eighteen to marry my first wife, a calculated move far out of state that had more to do with escaping the smothering environment than being head over heels in love. Unfortunately, leaving town had also meant leaving Don behind to fend for himself.

“I blame you for her.”

Don pointed to the bay window to where Uncle Alonso and Aunt Beatrice stood in the front garden area chatting up a storm with our parents. My blood ran cold with nausea.

“What are they doing here?” I found myself saying much too loud.

How dare they have the audacity to even show their faces here?

The urge to run to the bathroom and throw up quickly turned into an overwhelming desire to jump into my car and run them both over.

No, maybe run all four of them over.

Deader than dead.

“If you had spoken up back then, she never would have come after me after you left. My life would have been so different if you had just fought back. But you were always the selfish one, weren’t you?”

Don pushed himself up from the couch and walked away, leaving me to deal with the fallout of the bomb he had dropped.

She had done things to him too?

Cold sweat racked my body as my soul emptied itself onto the carpet alongside the contents of my plate. My soul hadn’t felt so empty since the first time Uncle Alonso had begged me not to tell on Aunt Bea, almost as empty as when my parents had refused to believe me when I had finally spoken my truth.

I could still almost feel the pain of the beating I had received for it.

Bloody little liar! That’s my sister you’re talking about! Bea would never do such a thing! Don’t you ever say anything like that again!

Oblivious to the frenzied scene of aunts and girl cousins trying to clean up the ribs and macaroni decorating my mother’s precious Siberian white rug, I was on my feet in an instant.

As I barreled my way out of the front door to where they stood jabbering away, my hand searched frantically in the depths of my pockets for my car keys.

There was no time like the present…

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