Thursday, October 11, 2012

Chapter Thirty-Three (Walk)

Previously, on "Memoirs Of A City Girl":
Ch. 32 (You Know You're Right)
-I found my dad passed out drunk on the sofa.
-Despite his nasty attitude, I cleaned up after him and made lunch.  I've been taking care of him and J.C. since my mother walked out on us.
-We got into an argument when I tried to take his liquor away.  He tried to play the victim, claiming that J.C. and I don't care about him.  I had enough.  I finally stood up to him, and let him know how unfair it was that he treated us all like shit.  I left after that.
-After feeling lost and alone, I decided to do the right thing by returning Lyn's car to her parents.  It was a risky move on my part, but they were all I had left as far as a normal family.  It felt so good to see them again.
-Mrs. Santori asked if I heard from Lyn.  I felt like my heart was going to collapse, being pulled in two directions: telling the truth or saving my own ass.
-What the hell am I supposed to do?

*Strong language*

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Location: 272 Windsor Drive
Date: Tuesday, 11/1/11
Time: 5:45 p.m.

"What are you doing here?!" Naveah whispers after she motions for me to join her in the dim hallway, her eyes shifting around to make sure nobody is looking.  Her soft, angelic voice alone bombards my mind with images of her bent over the bathroom stall, moaning deeply, her skirt raised up to her hips.  Flashbacks of Luke kissing Lyn in my own home, looking deep in her eyes with so much longing, would not escape me.  I thought she only had eyes for me, that I was the only man she would ever desire, but my jealousy destroyed whatever ability I had left to reason.  I wanted to hurt her.  I wanted to gain back control.

"I was just bringing back Lyn's car." I mutter, somewhat relieved that I can't see her eyes behind the dark, crystal-rimmed shades.  I never thought I would see her again...oh, who am I kidding?  What the fuck did I expect? She's Lyn's sister.  What was I thinking?  Just the sight of her, merely a few feet from me, triggers intense feelings of guilt and shame, but at the same time, images of her naked body writhing against mine feels so wrong that it makes my pulse react.

"You need to leave.  My family can never find out what happened!!"  Even her dark shades can't hide the panic rising in her voice.

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"Don't you feel bad about what we did?  It's your sister!  Do you have any idea what she went through because of us?"  The words coming out of my mouth, no matter how hard they are to accept, brings reality even closer to home.  I've done a lot of fucked up things in my life, a lot of things I'm not proud of.  You can call me an asshole, a dick, a heartless prick.  I even fucked Luke's girlfriend just to give him a taste of the misery I felt with my own life.  Was it out of jealousy? Probably.  Now looking back, who was I really trying to hurt? Luke or Lyn? Or both of them?

"I don't really care.  You said she was taking you for granted, so she got what she deserved.  Now leave!"

"No, fuck that. She didn't deserve any of that. I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore."  Now I am haunted by the look on Lyn's face when she caught us in bed...the indescribable shock and pain her eyes...knowing I permanently damaged the love we had for each other.  What's even worse was when she told me she was pregnant with my child at the lake...her eyes...as if something inside her died.  I was so excited to learn that I was going to be a father, thinking there was a glimmer of hope in the situation, only to find out that she lost the baby...because of me.  And when she told me that I destroyed her heart, that she had nothing left to give...it just kills me inside.

"What do you mean? What are you gonna do? Brad!!"  She tries grab my arm, but I pull away.

Without saying another word, I walk back to the living room.  

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"Everything okay, son?" Mr. Santori asks when I sit back down next to him and Adam.  Shit, he called me son.  This is going to be even harder than I thought.  Everything I've done in my life...good and bad...has come down to this.

"Yes sir..." My heart feels like its going to explode out of my chest, this incessant nagging to make a decision.  This is the moment.  My breath gets caught in my throat.  My hands are shaking.  I can't think.  Lyn.  She's alone in some strange town because of me.  Lyn.  She lost the baby because of me.

"What's going on, Brad?" Adam looks at me with a look of concern.  He looks up to me.  If he finds out what I did, he will never speak to me again.  Lyn...

"I have something to tell you guys."  The words slowly escape my mouth, this thing called truth urges me to keep going.  The silence in the room is almost overwhelming as their eyes focus on me, anticipating what I am about to say.  This is Lyn's family.  I am the only person right now that can help them.  Even if it means being cut out of their life after this.  If I'm gonna do this, I need to just come out with it. "I know where Lyn is.  I ran into her outside the hospital in Appaloosa Plains."

"Is she okay?" Mr. Santori murmurs.

"Yes, she's okay."

"A million miles away
Your signal in the distance
To whom it may concern
I think I lost my way
Getting good at starting over
Every time that I return"

"What is she doing there?" Mrs. Santori asks.

"She ran off after she caught me in bed...with...Naveah..." My eyes slam shut at the sound of my heart sinking to the floor.  I look at each and every one of them...their eyes burning in shock at what they just heard.  I feel the walls closing in on me, this immense feeling of being trapped, and all I want to do is run out the door.  But I can't even move.  I feel paralyzed by my own fear...the realization that I am exactly what they thought I was...a lying, cheating loser.

"You what??!!" Mr. Santori turns to me, appalled at what he just heard.

"Sir, let me finish...please.  She was also 10 weeks pregnant, but she lost the baby..."

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"You son of a bitch!!" Mr. Santori raises up from the couch, his eyes blazing in anger, and disgust.  His hands ball up into a fist as his body rushes towards me.  I get ready to brace myself, in the very same fashion when my dad gets ready to pop me in the face, but Adam plants himself in the middle.

"No, dad!!" Adam cries out as he places his hands between me and Mr. Santori.  Had Adam waited a second too long, I would have been on the ground with his dad on top of me.

"Naveah, get your ass in here young lady!!" Mr. Santori's voice thunders across the living room as he looks at Adam, then his wife, then back at me.  "I'm not done with you."

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"Daddy, he's lying!! I would never do anything like that!" Naveah pleads, her voice even more angelic and innocent.  How can Mr. Santori resist such an endearing cry?  If its true that she's the favorite kid, I can imagine her getting away with murder all her life..possibly even with this mess.

"What would Brad gain from making up all this?  Is this true Nav?  Did you sleep with your sister's boyfriend??" He asks, trying to search an ounce of truth in his daughter's eyes.

"No, daddy! Please believe me!"

"Then look me in the eye and tell me the truth.  Are you capable of doing this to your sister?  After everything she has done for you and this family?  Look at me, goddamn it!!" He pulls her chin up by the hand and forces her to meet his unrelenting gaze.

"No...I...would...never...." Unable to withstand her father's gaze, her eyes drop to the ground, along with her faltering voice.

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"I can't believe you.  After all that we have done for you.  After all that Lyn has done for you.  You disgrace this family by acting like a whore.  This whole time we protected you because of your fragile health.  But we did not raise you to act like this!!" Mr. Santori's words cut through his daughter, forcing her to look at the ground, unable to face the truth in his eyes.

"Frank, that's enough! Lyndsey is the one acting like whore when she moved in with Brad.  She not take care of him.  You take her side now?" Mrs. Santori interrupts, defending her oldest daughter.

"Xhun, I've had enough of your excuses for Nav.  For once, let her take responsibility for her own actions!! I will not let you belittle Lyn anymore.  Especially after what she's been through!"

"Frank--"

"Enough!!"

"Daddy, please don't do this to me.  Don't you love me??" Tears run down Naveah's eyes as she finds the courage to look at her own father, knowing her own world is crumbling in front of her.

"I do love you, pumpkin.  And its because I love you that I can't protect you anymore.  You have two weeks to move out."

"Daddy, no!! That's not fair!! I'm sorry, okay??" She pleads, in panic, but Mr. Santori is unaffected.

"You wanna talk about fair? Ask your sister.  Keep complaining and I'll make it one week."

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"Now you listen to me and you listen good.  You are going to write down Lyn's address.  Then you will leave and you will never set foot in this house again.  Do you understand me?" His gaze is so intense, with his anger just simmering above the surface of his face.  I have never in my life been afraid of anyone until now.  Not because he can physically or emotionally hurt me like my father did, but because I earned this man's respect...and I lost it.  Just like Luke's dad, he treated me like his own son.  I guess this is the price for doing the right thing, but it hurts like hell.  I feel like shit.  How can I ever live with myself again, now that they know what I did?

"Yes, sir." I mutter, holding his gaze.  My heart and hands may be shaking in fear, but at least I'm still able to look him in the eye like a man, and own up to what I did.  I may be the scum of the earth right now, but this scum loves Lyn.  And he finally has the balls to make things right for once.

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After writing down Lyn's address on a piece of paper and leaving it on the dining table, I walk out the door.  I can't bear to look at this family right now, not even to look back.  No goodbyes.  No pleas for forgiveness.  There's no way I can ever expect them to forgive me.  I burned any bridges I had left by telling the truth.  It was my choice...but still...I just couldn't live with the guilt.  The good thing is that they know where Lyn is, and they can visit her if they want.  I know that will make her happy...and if she only knew how much her father defended her, she would know just how much she is loved.    

There's really nothing else for me to do...but to move on.

"I'm learning to walk again
I believe I've waited long enough
Where do I begin?
I'm learning to talk again
Can't you see I've waited long enough
Where do I begin?"

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"Brad, wait up!!"

I hear someone's voice behind me just as I get ready to call a cab.  When I turn around, it's Adam running towards me.  Shit.  I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with Adam.  I feel bad enough as it is, like I let him down as a big brother.  He always looked up to me...and now...he probably wants to kick my ass.

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"Look, Adam.  I'm really sorry man.  I really don't know what else to say."

"I just wanted to see if you needed a ride home."

"Oh..."

"Come on, Brad.  I'll take you home.  You gave me driving lessons, remember?"

"Yeah...thanks bro..."

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Location: 99 Embarcadero Drive
Time: 7:03 p.m.

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me.  That's why I left right after."  I let out a deep breath, worn out from the events that transpired tonight.  I never would have expected Adam to speak to me again, let alone give me a ride home and be sitting on my couch  right now.

"Are you kidding me?? Do you know how long I've waited for my parents to call Nav out on her behavior?? She always got away with everything.  Just watching my dad ream her out made my whole week!"  Adam explains, with a gleam in his eye I can't describe.

"But...Adam...I slept with your sister..."

"I know, and you're an asshole for what you did to Lyn.  But you know what?  You told the truth.  You didn't have to, but you did.  And I will always respect you for that.  And now my dad kicked Nav out.  Do you know how long I've waited for that??  She's the spawn of Satan!"

Spawn of Satan.  God, I love this kid.

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"But your dad wants me to disappear.  He never wants to see my face again.  And I don't blame him one bit."

"Yeah, he'll be pissed for a while.  I mean dude, you slept with Nav.  That's just sick.  I'm surprised he didn't shoot you right there.

"I know, man.  What the hell was I thinking?"

"Just give it time.  Stay away from us for a while and let things blow over.  Once Lyn finds out that you told the truth and got Nav kicked out of the house, she'll come around.  And once my dad sees that, he'll come around too."

"Lyn doesn't want anything to do with me either, Adam.  I really fucked up."

"Yeah you did.  Not gonna lie.  But I'm really close to Lyn.  And you haven't lost me."

"Thanks Adam...I really appreciate that..." Touched by Adam's words, I keep my emotions under control even though I'm on the brink of breaking down.  This kid hasn't given up on me.  Despite what I did, he's still here.  At that very same moment, I hear a melody on t.v.  Someone is playing the piano...and the sounds that penetrate my ears puts me in a daze...haunting, tugging at my heartstrings...taking me to another place in time.  What is this song?  Why do I feel compelled to know the name?? And just when I get up to search the name of the song on the internet, it appears on the screen.

Somewhere In Time...

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"You keep alive a moment at a time
But still inside a whisper to a liar
To sacrifice but knowing to survive
The first to find another state of mind 
I'm on my knees, I'm waiting for a sign"

"Brad? You alright?" Adam's voice snaps me out of my spell.  What happened to the song?  It's gone!!  I need to hear it again!

"Yeah...I must have spaced out for a sec." The name of the song keeps appearing in my mind.  Somewhere In Time.  Somewhere In Time.  Somewhere In Time.  That melody is stuck in my head.  No matter how hard I try to think about something else, I can't escape it.

"I can't believe I was going to be an uncle..." He lets out a soft sigh, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I know...I was gonna be a dad..." I meet Adam's gaze, holding it for a moment, thinking of what could have been.  Then we both look away, as if Lyn's presence suddenly takes over the room...both of us missing her badly, but we can't say it.

"She loves you, Brad.  Don't give up on her." The sincerity in his eyes is too much for me to handle.  I thought I lost him for good.  And to hear Adam say that...gives me a new glimmer of hope.

*Copyright 2012 Lyn C.S.*
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Author's Note:  This update was long overdue.  What was supposed to be a short hiatus turned into six months.  Then I realized that the 20th will be this story's anniversary, exactly a year ago that I posted the first chapter on the Pets forum.  So I knew I had to roll up my sleeves and get to writing again.  Thanks again for your support, and for continuing to  follow Memoirs :-) I miss you guys!

"Walk" by Foo Fighters
Video by: Edwin Felipe

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Chapter Thirty-Two (You Know You're Right)

Previously, on "Memoirs Of A City Girl":
Ch. 31 (Closer)
-After downing five Melted Snowmans at a sportsbar, I caught a girl staring at me from the shuffleboard table.
-She walked over to me, introducing herself as Sugar.
-I ended up taking her home.
-One thing led to another, and we had sex at my place.
-I found myself thinking about Lyn the whole time, forcing me to stop in the middle of the act and calling the girl a cab.
-After being bombarded with bittersweet memories and regret in the morning, I decided to go for a drive.
-I pulled up to a house that I haven't been to in six months.

*Strong language*

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Location: 2097 Edgewood Road
Date: Tuesday, 11/1/11
Time: 10:47 a.m.


I can't tell if he's dead or if he's merely immobilized by his drunken stupor.  Either way, this isn't the first time I've seen him like this.  I can probably count on one hand how many times I remember seeing him sober...or coherent.  Being around him is like being locked in a room with a swarm of bees.  I know they can hurt me, so I have to be careful and not agitate them, since they also possess my only source of nourishment.  I have to choose my words and movements carefully, treading that fine line between absolute fear and  absolute hatred for the predicament I'm in.  I'm stuck, yet thats the only thing I know.  That's the only thing I expect.  All I can really do is anticipate that moment when I have a small window of escape, but I don't know when that will happen.      

"Dad....wake up..." On my knees, I gently nudge the arm that's hanging loosely over the cushion.  When he doesn't respond, I lean closer so he can hear me.  "Dad!"

A scowl takes over his face as he lets out an annoyed grunt, as if a fly has been buzzing over him for a while, interrupting his sleep.  Great.  He's not dead.  Maybe he should be. He's been marinating in liquor since I learned how to say "daddy".  I don't remember him ever giving me a bottle of milk or changing my diaper but he always had his own bottle in hand.  I can still remember how bitter vodka tasted when I was five years old, when my curiousity got the best of me.  I was fascinated by this transparent bottle filled with clear liquid, wondering why it took so long for my dad to finish it.  It looked like water, but it tasted nothing like it.  It was bitter, it burned my throat, it made me cough and it made me feel sleepy afterwards.  I never understood why my mom got so upset about this.  I also never understood why my dad smacked her in the face a few minutes later.

"Leave me alone..." He mumbles as he shifts on his side before slowly opening his eyes.  They are bloodshot, empty and inconvenienced by my presence.

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As he sits up straight, his eyes focus on the inconsequential ramblings of the sports anchor, who is reviewing the highlights of this week's football games.  I sit as close to the edge of the couch as possible.  That way, I won't have to be uncomfortably aware of his nearness, and I can avoid that awkward eye contact that just makes my skin crawl.  

"So the Llamas beat the Cowdevils." He comments, but he never averts his gaze from the t.v.  

"Yeah, I guess so." My left foot fidgets as I try to ignore the foul stench harassing my nose.  I don't know if it's the damp air circulating in the living room, the old take-out boxes sitting on the coffee table for God knows how long or the fact that my father probably hasn't showered in a week, based on the grease stains and dried sweat emanating from his black tank top.

"Mm-hmm..." A soft grunt escapes his lips, as if forming a whole word is too much trouble and a mere waste of energy.

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My first instinct is to just walk out the door and never come back.  What's the point? Why am I here? If he's just going to waste his life away, why bother checking on him in the first place? It's not like I have a relationship with him.  It's not like we have meaningful conversations where he acts remotely interested in my success or the events in my life.  He'd have to be sober to do that.  But I can't bring myself to leave him like this, even though he created his own mess, the same way I created mine.  As big of an asshole as he is, and despite the number of ways he has failed me, he is still my dad.  

In a strange way, I understand why he's like this.  I may never know the reasons that made him resort to alcohol, but I know its purpose.  It has a magical way of making things okay, even though I'm drowning in my own self-hatred and self-delusions.  But it can also warp my sense of reality.

"Dad, you need to lay off the liquor." I mutter as I pick up the trash littered all over the coffee table and grungy carpet.  How can he live like this?

"I don't need no goddamn lectures."   

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Ever since my mom left, I was forced to take on the role of caretaker.  I don't know how my dad maintained a job growing up, but when he came home, he was inherently useless.  He would sit on the couch with his bottle in hand, and stare at the t.v. like a zombie.  It got to the point where the closest thing J.C. had to a real meal was the cafeteria food at school.  I wasn't ready to be responsible, nor did I find it fair that I had to step up and help take care of this family, but I had no choice.  The thought of my brother and I being split up because of an incompetent father was too massive of a fear to ignore.  I taught myself to cook, keep up my grades, get a scholarship from playing football, hold a part-time job and make sure that my father and brother weren't stewing in their own filth.

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As I dice up the wedge of processed cheese into cubes, I become bombarded by memories of that morning after Lyn and I made love for the first time.  I found her standing over the stove, stirring a pot of mac and cheese, in nothing but her bra and panties.  I never let girls stay the night.  I usually call a cab for them afterwards when they have served their purpose.  But with Lyn...I wanted to see her face when I woke up.  I wanted to know if that night meant as much to her as it did to me.  And when I saw her cheeks turn crimson when she turned around, eyes drenched in shy desire, I knew.  I knew we shared something incredible.

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"So why haven't you been visiting?" He asks as he pokes at his steaming bowl of artificially gooey mac and cheese.  I can never make it quite as good as Lyn.  I don't know what she puts in it, but it always comes out creamy, like it melts in your mouth.  Yes, even from a box.

"I've been busy at the hospital." I reply as I take another bite.  What am I supposed to say? That I'd rather eat shit than put up with more of his soul-sucking company?

"You and your brother forgot about me." He briefly looks in my direction, with his eyes narrowed, as if he's trying to illicit some sort of guilt.

"Look, he's been busy too.  He's been focusing on his music."

"When is he gonna grow up and find a real job?"

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After I wash the dishes, clean the counters, throw out bad food from the fridge and put the leftovers away, I walk in the living room, only to find the vodka bottle near my dad's lap again.  I stashed it away in the liquor cabinet when I cleaned the living room, hoping he'll stay away from it for the rest of the day, but it looks like it found him again.  This just grates on my last nerves.  The reason why I made lunch is to put homemade food in his stomach and sober him up.

"You're drinking again??" I throw my hands up in frustration, shaking my head.  

"I can do whatever the fuck I want." 

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"Give me the bottle." I hold my hand out as I walk over to him.

"No."  His hand clutches the neck of the vodka bottle, its clear contents swirling around, but his eyes are still stubbornly fixated on the t.v.

"Give me the bottle!!" 

"Are you telling me what to do??" He quickly raises up from the couch with his finger pointing at me.  His eyes piercing through me in a menacing challenge as if I just had the audacity to speak to him as an adult.

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"No, I just think you're---" The familiar fear of getting hit again forces me to lower my voice and control my emotions.  He hasn't used his fist on me since high school, but everytime he raises his voice and gets this rage in his eyes, I brace myself.

"What? Drinking too much? So you think you can just come in here and tell me how I should live my life after you disappear for six months??"

"Dad, it's not like that.  I'm just worried about you."

"You can save the bullshit.  You don't give a fuck about me.  None of you do.  Your slut of a mother left me for another man and my own sons don't even bother to visit me.  So stop acting like you care because we both know that's a lie!"

Is he so delusional that he thinks he's still the victim?? That my mom left him for no reason? That we don't visit him because we're such bad sons? I can feel my blood boil at the idea that he thinks he's an innocent party in all this, and he never contributed to the dysfunction of this family.  

"You know what dad?? Mom left you because you beat her ass and you treated her like shit.  Did you forget---"

"What?? You're defending that whore---"

"Let me finish!! For once you are going to shut the fuck up and listen.  Do you fucking understand me??"

His eyes widen in shock, as if he has just been hit by a ton of bricks.  But he remains silent, cautiously watching me.

"You have been drunk since I remember how to spell the word drunk.  You treated all of us like shit.  Mom left because she couldn't deal with you anymore.  Do I agree with what she did? Of course not! I hate her fucking guts for abandoning me and J.C.  You know why? Because we got stuck with you.  You took your anger out on us and that wasn't fucking fair!!" 

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Everything comes out, and I can't stop it.  All of my anger, my frustration, my regret and resentment towards my own parents rushes through my throat like vomit that's been fermenting in my stomach for years.  All those times I've had to hold it in, just for the sake of being strong and sane for J.C., finally came to an end. 

"Brad...." He mumbles with a pained look on his face.  His eyes are shocked, offended and disarmed...by the truth.  

"You know what? Do whatever you want.  If you want to die early, you might as well make it easier with a gun.  Save all of us the misery." It takes every fiber in my soul  to hold back the tears threatening to flood my eyes.  I'm not going to cry in front of this man.  I refuse to let him see me like this.

"Brad, I'm sorry..."

"I'm still going to take care of your bills.  But don't expect to see my face again."

I walk out the door.

"I will never bother you
I will never promise too
I will never follow you

I will never bother you

Never say a word again
I will crawl away for good"

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"Pain, pain, pain
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right"


Lyn.  The only woman that has ever loved me.  I don't exactly know what she saw in me, but she believed in me enough to become a doctor.  She has put up with my bullshit for two years.  And what do I do? I end up screwing her sister twice.  Out of spite.  I caused her to lose the baby.  I caused her to leave her life behind.  Now she's in some strange town, all by herself, because of me. 

Luke.  He has treated me no different than his own blood, like his own brothers.  He has been there for me since we were little, he has seen it all, and stuck by my side.  How did I show my appreciation? By screwing the girl he was in love with.  Maybe I was just jealous that he has such a perfect life and comes from such a happy home.  Maybe I just wanted him to get a taste of the pain I put up with everyday.  Maybe I wanted him to be as miserable as I was.  

There's only one way to end all this.

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Location: 272 Windsor Drive
Time: 5:15 p.m.

Before embarking on my plan, I decide to stop by another house.  I want to tie up all the loose ends before moving on with my life completely.  Lyn left her silver La Matea at my place.  The chances of her coming back for it is very slim, unless she sends someone to pick it up.  But when is that going to happen?  I'm not going to sit around and wait.  It's only right that I bring it back.  I have no use for it, and I certainly don't need another reminder of her.

I'm just going to go in there, drop the car off, and leave.  

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As I walk closer to the door, I can feel the endless drumming of my heart.  It's been a while since I've been to this house.  They have always welcomed me like I was a part of their family.  I can still remember that night when I picked Lyn up for our first official date.  I was so nervous about meeting her family, especially her dad.  That was the first time I have ever done that.  It may have seemed old-fashioned, but I actually appreciated the chivalry.  It made things seem worthwhile, like I was a gentleman eagerly anticipating the opportunity to spend more time with the object of my affection.  I definitely had more respect for her because of that.  

Not too long after I press the doorbell, Adam opens the door.  He's like a little brother to me.  I swear, he always followed me around like a little puppy, always asking for my advice.  He would even call me out of the blue, just to say hi.

"Hey, Brad!" His eyes widen in surprise as he flashes me a warm smile,  motioning for me to come inside.

"Hey, Adam!"  

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Mr. Santori.  The first time I met him, he scared the shit out of me.  There was something about his calm, collected demeanor that spelled "screw with my daughter and you're dead".  He's very protective of Lyn, and he has every right to be that way.  Some of the things I did to and with girls would cause any father to form a lynch mob and come after me.  I knew I couldn't mess this one up, especially after he said "take care of my daughter" before we stepped out of the house.  That just made me feel like a creep, like I was out to take advantage of his little girl, and I knew I couldn't let him down.

"It's good to see you, Brad.  How've you been?" He asks as he takes the spot next to me on the couch.

"I've been good, sir.  Just busy at the hospital.  How about you?" 

"Can't complain.  We're just worried about Lyn.  Adam told us that she's okay but she didn't leave a number or an address where we can find her." 

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"Hello, Brad! What you doing here?" Mrs. Santori asks in her usual Shang Simlan accent as she walks over in our direction.

"I wanted to drop off Lyn's car.  She never came back for it, so I thought I'd leave it with you." Being surrounded by Lyn's family makes it even harder for me to keep my composure.  The guilt slowly gnaws away at my conscience.  If they find out what I did, they will never let me escape this house alive.  And it doesn't help that they treat me so well.  

"That is nice of you.  Thank you." A smile forms on her face as she eases down on the chair across the coffee table.

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"No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail"


"Have you heard from Lyn?" Mrs. Santori asks.  She possesses the weary eyes of a mother who has probably lost sleep over the safety of her daughter, wondering where she is and if she's okay.  Even though Lyn implied that her parents don't love her, what I'm seeing today proves that's far from the truth.  Even if it was true, maybe this whole event was the wake-up call that they needed.  

"Well..." As I try to sort through the words coming out of my mouth, I'm torn between protecting my own ass and doing what's best for Lyn.  If I tell them what happened, I will destroy whatever relationship I have left with them.  They are the closest thing I have to a normal family right now.  If I continue to keep up this lie, I'll have to live with myself, knowing her family is worried sick about her and I didn't help when I had the chance to. 

I feel their eyes...and the whole world burning on me. 

What do I do?


*Copyright 2012 Lyn C.S.* ---------------------------------------

"You Know You're Right" by Nirvana

Video by: NirvanaVEVO

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Chapter Thirty-One (Closer)

Previously, on "Memoirs Of A City Girl":
Ch. 30 (November Rain)
-Lyn was ecstatic to find that Luke surprised her with a teddy bear when she woke up.
-She looked for him everywhere in the house, only to find that he left without saying goodbye.
-She was hurt and disappointed, feeling as if all men let her down, including Luke.
-She decided to go "vegetarian", vowing to stay away from anything that has a penis.
-After driving down to Appaloosa Plains Public School to inquire about the Science position, she landed an interview with Dr. Weston instead.
-The interview was very short, leading Lyn to believe that she didn't get the job.
-Later that night, Luke called to explain why he left.
-He stayed on the phone with Lyn until she fell asleep.

*Graphic sexual content, nudity, strong language*

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Location: Bridgeport Sports Zone
Date: Monday, 10/31/11
Time: 9:26 p.m.


"That's your fifth one tonight.  Everything okay, man?" The blonde bartender asks as he plunks down another Melted Snowman in front of me.
 
"Yeah, just fucking peachy." I slam my fist on the counter, spilling some of the liquid contents from the ice-cold glass.  His eyes quietly shift in my direction as he wipes an empty beer mug with a dishrag.

"Wanna talk about it?" 

"No." The cold concoction feels good as it sweeps the back of my throat, its bittersweet aftertaste disarming the cloudiness and tension quickly taking over my brain.  My thoughts start to filter themselves out, only flashing at the significant events and people in my life.  A lot of them I'd rather forget.  Alcohol has this amazing ability to do that for me.  One sip, or bottle...or two...makes the easiest task seem like a hurdle.  Like walking straight, or driving home without hitting anything...or anybody for that matter.        

"Alright...if you need anything, let me know." He flashes me a brief yet sympathetic smile before he reaches under the counter to straighten out some items.

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Even though the room starts to feel like it's moving in slow motion, my ears can hear every sharp note and beat of the music playing in the background.  Boom... boom... boom...boom.  In almost the same fashion as the pounding of my own heart.  Slow, methodical, almost annoyingly distracting.  I find myself tying it all together with the involuntary bobbing of my head.  Boom...boom...boom...boom.  This is the only thing that makes sense.  Taking another large chug, I close my eyes.  Now it feels like everything, including the tingles in my body, is screaming, but in complete darkness.  But somehow I don't feel like I have to hide.  Maybe this is the only safe place to be right now.    

Then the music stops.  There's a short pause before another song comes on, but with a slower beat.  I reluctantly open my eyes.  I liked that dark place.  I wanted to stay there.  But now that the rhythmic beat is gone, it feels like everyone is staring at me.  It's too quiet.  The sound of a plastic disk hitting the corner of the shuffleboard forces me to turn to my right.  I catch a girl with long, dark hair staring at me.  When our eyes meet, she quickly looks away.  I know that look too well.  Either she wants to fuck or she thinks I could be "the one".  I never understood that concept.  Women put all these expectations on a guy they barely know, and they think sex is supposed to seal the deal.    

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She walks over to me.  They usually do.  All it takes is one sweeping glance from head to toe with a slight pause at their breasts.  Of course they want me to look.  Why else would they wear tight, revealing outfits that show off their ass and cleavage if nobody noticed? If they want to be appreciated for their intelligence, they're better off joining a book club or some seminar that encourages philosophical discussions.  

Holding my drink in one hand, I watch her body move with finesse, like a cat crawling towards me.  Her hips sway with each step, making her impossibly tight dress raise slightly, exposing even more of her honey-colored thighs.  There's an air of confidence about her.  She knows what she wants.  I can tell she's not new at this.    

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"Hi." She smiles, grabbing the barstool next to me.

"Hey." I nod in acknowledgement as I finish the rest of the drink.

"I'm Sugar.  What's your name?"

"Brad."

"So Brad, what do you do?"

"I'm a doctor."

"Ooooh, a doctor!" Her eyes light up as if she just hit the jackpot.  So predictable.  I knew this profession would bring prestige, but I had no idea it would trigger so much attention from women.  It makes me wonder if they're truly interested in me and not just my title or bank account.

"Yup."

"You wanna get out of here, Brad?"

"Sure, why not." I'm alone. I'm drunk.  I'm horny.  It ain't like I'm trying to fall in love.  

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"Oh wow, nice car!" Sugar looks around the interior of my black Empire Eidolon.  With the Italian leather seats and carbon fiber dashboard, the new car smell is still evident, since I just bought this a few days ago.  I had to get rid of my old Rock Town muscle car.  Even though that's been my baby since my college days, it just brings back too many memories...of her...which I'd rather not get into right now.

"Thanks." I try to ignore her overt enthusiasm for this shiny pussy-magnet.  I mean, what did I expect when I bought this thing?  I could have, should have bought a house instead.  But what would it bring me? More unbearable silence? Two extra rooms I will never use? An emptiness that can't be filled with more furniture or useless, expensive decor?

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Location: 99 Embarcadero Drive

Time: 10:55 p.m.

It doesn't take long for this girl to climb on top of me.  One minute we're sitting on my couch as I listen to her drone on about the mundane details of her job as a waitress, the next minute her tongue is down my throat.  I love a woman that takes charge, but there's something about the way she kisses that puts me off.  Sure, her lips are soft and her tongue feels good in my mouth...but there's something lacking.  My heart doesn't feel like it's going to burst.  My stomach doesn't feel like it's being raided by a thousand butterflies.  My breath is still perfectly intact.  I push these negative thoughts out of my head as I grab her ass, trying to get into the moment while this woman blatantly makes it known that she wants me.  

"Damn, you're so hot." She whispers as she pulls back to gaze into my eyes.  I try to find that feeling again as I search her dark brown eyes, but I find nothing.  I don't get lost.  It doesn't cause a vulnerability that makes me want to hide.  I feel nothing.  

What is wrong with me?? Why can't I enjoy this?  


"Mmmm...you're so big." She murmurs as I watch my dick slide in and out of her mouth.  A part of me wishes she had waited to to this.  Maybe until the third or fifth date...or the fourth week.  Something, anything that will take her out of the "one night stand" category.  But it's too late.  I'm too wasted to protest, and for once, something finally feels good. 

"You like that?" I drop my head back as I grab her face with both hands, pushing her mouth even deeper into my hard-on.

"Yes, I love it when it's big." Her eyes seductively lock with mine as she swirls her tongue around the head.  No more thinking.  No more rationalizing.  Tonight, I'm fucking her brains out.

"You like having that big dick in your mouth, don't you?" I gyrate my hips on her face until she turns red from gagging.  Yeah, that's right.  Choke on it.

"Mmm, yes, doctor!!" 

"You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you"





Just the sight of her on her knees, tolerating the filthy words coming out of my mouth, brings out a side of me I've tried to suppress.  After putting a condom on, I turn her around until she's bent over in front of me.  She's already wet.


"Spread your legs." I command in a low voice while my hand rubs her glistening pussy from behind.  I can already hear her panting as her thighs move further away from each other.  All I see is her round ass sticking out in front of me, just waiting for me to take it.  With one deep thrust, I enter her.  She cries out in surprise but I continue to hold on to her hips as I pound into her.  The sound of my pubic bone slapping hard against her cheeks is even better than liquor.  It wakes me up.  It makes me feel alive.  I can hear my pulse racing as my hand smacks her ass. Hard.

"Oh my God, yes!! Yes!" She moans as she arches her back, her long hair covering her face.







"So good!! You feel so good!" Her eyes roll to the back of her head as hot breath escapes with her deep moans.  I grab on to her thigh as I dig even harder, not caring that her face sometimes contorts in pain.  If she wants the big dick, she better be able to hande it.  

"I want to fuck you 
Like an animal
I want to feel you

From the inside
I want to fuck you
Like an animal
My whole existence
Is flawed
You get me closer

To God"

"Say you like it rough. Say it!" The creaking of the couch, along with her heavy breathing, brings me to a raw state of mind.  Whatever emotion I had left, Lyn took them with her.  My capacity to feel, to love, to desire some type of happiness, is gone.  I don't know why I screwed things up.  Maybe deep down inside I knew I never deserved someone like her.  But she loved me anyway.  So why was it so hard for me to accept?  Why did I throw away the only thing that gave meaning to my life?  

"I l-like it...r-rough!" Her voice is barely audible between desperate breaths.  She arches her back as her hips start to shake. "Brad, I'm gonna come!!"

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Then my mind betrays me.  Instead of this girl screaming my name, I hear her voice instead.  I see her beautiful face transcending into the highest state of nirvana.   I hear her soft moans caressing my ears.  I feel her sweaty body merging with mine as our temperatures collide, until we're simply lost in our own bubble of bliss.  My heart feels like it's going to explode from the intense feelings she's awakened and I'm falling into a place between heaven and hell.  Heaven because this is the closest I've ever felt to another human being.  Hell because it scares the shit out of me.  Losing control, feeling helpless, unable to cage my heart any longer.  

I try to hold on to this place in my head, but the more I try to reach for it, the more it eludes me.  Everything fades away until complete darkness is all I see.  I hear the moans again.  This time it's coming from the girl under me on the couch.  She looks at me with this dazed look in her eyes, urging me to keep going, but I'm losing my momentum.  I try to regain all of the carnal urges I felt earlier, but the deeper I try to go inside her, the more distant I feel.  Each second that passes, it feels more like I'm screwing a stranger.  Impersonal, cold, with no emotional connection that makes it special.  This never bothered me before, in fact, this is what I preferred.  Less hassle, less baggage.  But now...it just doesn't feel right.

I find myself doing something I've never done before.  I actually stop in the middle of sex.  
At first she's confused, but eventually she understands as she puts her clothes back on.  I explain that it just isn't working.  She asks if I'm thinking about an ex, but I don't answer.  I simply call a cab for her.

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A few hours later, I wake up with a massive hangover.  My head is throbbing, like someone is trying to squeeze my brains out through my eyes.  It feels like my skull is going to crack.  When I look down, I realize that I'm naked.  What happened last night?  How did I even get home? All I remember is that I went to a sports bar.  I had a few drinks.  Then I caught a girl staring at me.  Ohhh...right.  I took her home last night.  

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Lyn.  I can't escape her.  She's gone, but she's everywhere.  In this condo, at the hospital, at the places where we used to go, in my mind, in my heart, in the bittersweet memories that torment me.  This place used to be full of life.  That feeling when I come home, knowing she and Nikki are waiting for me.  The way their faces light up when I walk through the door, so anxious to talk to me that I barely have time to put my coat and keys away.  How did I take that for granted?  How could I be so blind?  I had it all.  If I hadn't walked out on her when we got into a fight, she might still be with me, carrying my child.  We could have been a family. 

I let the liquor pass through my throat until there's nothing left in the glass.  It burns through my chest as the heat spreads out towards the back of my neck.  Maybe if I drink enough, I can drown out this cloud of regret that refuses to leave my sight.  Maybe I'll be so numb that I won't feel anything.  And if I don't feel anything, there won't be any pain...or deep longing...or an overwhelming desire to show up at her door and beg at her feet.

But Luke is there.  Fuck.  She was right.  I did push her towards him.  If I made more of an effort to make her happy, Luke wouldn't even have a chance.  I'd still be making love to her.  I'd still be holding her at night.  I'd probably be helping her pick out a name for our son or daughter.  They say it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, but sometimes I wish I had never met her.  I was fine before she came into my life.  I was happy with the casual flings and one night stands.  How can I possibly go back to the way things were when I've gotten a sweet taste of love? Of her? Of this thing called happiness?  Maybe she should have met Luke first.  Then they would have fallen in love, I'd still be the old me, and I would still have a best friend.      

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After eating breakfast and taking a hot shower, I decide to get out of the house.  It's too quiet in there.  I'll just end up thinking about Lyn and all of the mistakes I wish I could erase.  I can't even bring another girl in there without being reminded that she's not her.  Nobody is.  And nobody ever will be.  

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Location: 2097 Edgewood Road

Time: 10:45 a.m.

I find myself pulling up to this house.  I haven't been here in almost six months.  The azalea bushes are still there, just like I remember, even though it looks like it hasn't been trimmed in a while.  I don't know what I'm doing here, but where else can I go? This is probably one of the few places that isn't haunted by memories of Lyn.  In fact, she's never been here before.  

My pulse races as I press the doorbell.  This isn't exactly my favorite place in the world, but it's one of the few that I can still go to.  Nobody answers.  Something tells me the doorbell is useless.  With a slight twist on the doorknob, the door opens easily.  Why is it unlocked? 

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"Help me
I broke apart my insides
Help me

I've got no soul to sell
Help me

The only thing that
Works for me
Help me get away

From myself"


*Copyright 2012 Lyn C.S.* ----------------------------

"Closer" by Nine Inch Nails

Video by: kkcherryco66