though? I’m kind of trekking through the woods right now.” I hear my slacks rip on a branch and let out a curse. The path has gotten overgrown since I no longer travel it every day.
There’s a pause on the phone and I wonder what he’s thinking. “Why are you trekking through the woods? And what woods would this be?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it. Like ever,” I grumble, swatting limbs out of my way. Maggie barks behind me but I ignore her.
“So you’re going to tell me you’re trekking through the woods at an early hour and that you don’t want to talk about it. Now in my head, I’m seeing you trek through the woods behind your stepdad’s house. The dog barking has to be Maggie; I’d know that sound anywhere. Which means you’re leaving Margret’s house.” I hear the pan slam again and then something beeps. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this because I can’t be right.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Did you fuck Paisley last night?”
“I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What part of that didn’t you understand?” I hate him and I love him. I’ve felt this way about him most of my life. Always getting into my business yet staying a good distance because he knows I need it. Fucking asshole.
He laughs in my ear and I find myself sneering. “Look, I’m not going to lie, I think you’re a fucking idiot. But a couple of days ago, I was a pretty big idiot and now my wife will barely speak to me. And it’s not because it’s my fault, no it’s because she thinks everything is her fault. I’m not going to judge you, lil bro. I’m just simply concerned about your well being.”
I sigh and make my way out of the woods to face Richard’s house. The house where my mother died, the house where I was raised. The house holds all my best and worst memories of my childhood. Luckily I only see the good stuff. I know my mom can’t hurt me anymore. “I’m fine. If you really want to know, I think she’s way more upset than I am. I kind of acted like a dick this morning.”
“What else is new? You’re always acting like a dick.” He covers the phone with something and his next words are muffled. I can only assume he is saying something to Asher. “Did you leave without giving her a happy ending? That sounds like something you would do,” he asks when he uncovers the phone.
I sit down on the front steps and hold the phone to my ear while I look down at myself. My clothes are wrinkled and a sniff of my pits confirms I need a long, hot-ass shower. “I gave her plenty of happy endings. But that’s besides the point. I just left without talking to her once. I probably made her feel cheap, which I can’t bring myself to care about.”
“Well, she did leave you at the altar. I think you making her feel like a whore is a good payback. It’s not like you actually paid her.” He chuckles and covers the phone again.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I ask when he comes back on.
“Asher is eating breakfast and he keeps asking me what I’m talking about. I told him a whore is a bad woman with no morals. He wanted to know if I was talking to Aunt Wesley or Aunt Paisley.” He chuckles again.
“That’s fucked up dude.” I scrub a hand over my face trying to clear some of the hangover. Unfortunately it doesn’t work.
“I made sure to tell him neither Wes or Paisley are whores. He’s five years old, he doesn’t understand anything I say to him.”
I shake my head. “I’m going to head into Richard’s and get a ride home. I’ll see you later.”
Regret. It’s a force inside of me I don’t want. I hate the way it makes me feel. I want to go back so badly and hold onto Paisley like the world is about to end. But then again I don’t want anything to do with her.
The door opens behind me and I turn to see Diana. She married Richard about three years ago. She’s got a kid herself but he’s seven and doesn’t like me very much. It’s probably
There’s a pause on the phone and I wonder what he’s thinking. “Why are you trekking through the woods? And what woods would this be?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it. Like ever,” I grumble, swatting limbs out of my way. Maggie barks behind me but I ignore her.
“So you’re going to tell me you’re trekking through the woods at an early hour and that you don’t want to talk about it. Now in my head, I’m seeing you trek through the woods behind your stepdad’s house. The dog barking has to be Maggie; I’d know that sound anywhere. Which means you’re leaving Margret’s house.” I hear the pan slam again and then something beeps. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this because I can’t be right.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Did you fuck Paisley last night?”
“I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What part of that didn’t you understand?” I hate him and I love him. I’ve felt this way about him most of my life. Always getting into my business yet staying a good distance because he knows I need it. Fucking asshole.
He laughs in my ear and I find myself sneering. “Look, I’m not going to lie, I think you’re a fucking idiot. But a couple of days ago, I was a pretty big idiot and now my wife will barely speak to me. And it’s not because it’s my fault, no it’s because she thinks everything is her fault. I’m not going to judge you, lil bro. I’m just simply concerned about your well being.”
I sigh and make my way out of the woods to face Richard’s house. The house where my mother died, the house where I was raised. The house holds all my best and worst memories of my childhood. Luckily I only see the good stuff. I know my mom can’t hurt me anymore. “I’m fine. If you really want to know, I think she’s way more upset than I am. I kind of acted like a dick this morning.”
“What else is new? You’re always acting like a dick.” He covers the phone with something and his next words are muffled. I can only assume he is saying something to Asher. “Did you leave without giving her a happy ending? That sounds like something you would do,” he asks when he uncovers the phone.
I sit down on the front steps and hold the phone to my ear while I look down at myself. My clothes are wrinkled and a sniff of my pits confirms I need a long, hot-ass shower. “I gave her plenty of happy endings. But that’s besides the point. I just left without talking to her once. I probably made her feel cheap, which I can’t bring myself to care about.”
“Well, she did leave you at the altar. I think you making her feel like a whore is a good payback. It’s not like you actually paid her.” He chuckles and covers the phone again.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I ask when he comes back on.
“Asher is eating breakfast and he keeps asking me what I’m talking about. I told him a whore is a bad woman with no morals. He wanted to know if I was talking to Aunt Wesley or Aunt Paisley.” He chuckles again.
“That’s fucked up dude.” I scrub a hand over my face trying to clear some of the hangover. Unfortunately it doesn’t work.
“I made sure to tell him neither Wes or Paisley are whores. He’s five years old, he doesn’t understand anything I say to him.”
I shake my head. “I’m going to head into Richard’s and get a ride home. I’ll see you later.”
Regret. It’s a force inside of me I don’t want. I hate the way it makes me feel. I want to go back so badly and hold onto Paisley like the world is about to end. But then again I don’t want anything to do with her.
The door opens behind me and I turn to see Diana. She married Richard about three years ago. She’s got a kid herself but he’s seven and doesn’t like me very much. It’s probably
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