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Click here"Oh, Sammy!" Kate cried and gave me a side hug. I instantly felt better. She did things to me no one else could. I was in deep trouble. She released me slowly, kissing my cheek.
"Yeah! I became an unromantic cunt after that. Just slept with women who were looking for a lay. I'm not proud of it. I never lied to them about what I wanted and broke off before it would seem to get serious."
"It eventually got too cheap. I felt worthless and selfish. Stopped that a long while ago. Finding love is a distant dream now. I'm poison, Katie. Destined to die alone." I said dramatically.
"You believe that? What is your ideal woman, Sammy?" She asked
"I do. The ideal for me would be someone kind, loving and caring. Never have I been truly loved by a woman. I'd like to know what that feels like, to belong to someone, to love and be loved back for a lifetime. Too bad that will never happen." I snorted but I was desperately trying to fight off tears.
"It doesn't have to be so. Can I share something?" Kate asked with trepidation.
"You don't need to ask that, Katie. I'm always here." I replied. She looked down, pausing to think. Her eyes were sad again. I seemed to bring that out quite a lot and kicked myself for it.
"Not here. I'll cook for you Monday. Jules is going to be at her boyfriend's. Come by the flat at 7?" She asked.
"Umm.. Okay. You alright?" I probed.
"No, I'm not, to be honest. It's okay. I'll head home and sleep it off. The drinks will surely help."
"Katie, you can tell me what's bothering you." I insisted, laying my hand on hers.
"I will, Sammy. Monday. Now find me a cab." She said patting my cheek smiling softly. I got her an Uber.
She got up when the taxi arrived, hugged me tighter than I've ever been hugged and kissed my mouth. It was a chaste kiss that friends might share but didn't feel friendly at all.
"Monday. 7 pm. If you're late you get to do the dishes." she said before walking away quickly. I was bolted to the ground like an idiot, my fingers touching the lingering warmth of her lips.
Why was I recalling this now? Of course it was Monday! And, it was half past six! Shit! We'd just texted awkwardly over the weekend. She had cancelled our now regular Saturday lunch. It was too awkward for us both, I guessed.
I was still at the office. Rushing out was the only option. Glad she didn't live far away. I could just about make it.
I contemplated cancelling but Katie needed me. Whatever she had to say must be important. I couldn't leave her alone. I had this need to be around her all the time. The kiss hung around my neck like an albatross. What had it meant? Was I reading into it too much? Was this the tragic end of a friendship that meant the world to me? To us?
I dreaded another possibility. Was it love?
- COMMENTS
AnnaValley11over 1 year agoA great debut story. It clearly has legs - hope you can take us with you to the end
Anonymousover 1 year agoThoroughly enjoyed it. Your first posting is a promise of great future reading. Look forward to chapter 2.
secretsauce65over 1 year agoAuthorThanks everyone for all the comments! They are much appreciated. Work is very hectic at the moment so I haven’t made as much progress as I would have liked but I plan to finish the story soon. Hope you stick around!
Anonymousover 1 year agoI was Sammy in my earlier life and I ended up ok. I went from leaving a difficult family as soon as I could. I did not go to school right away. Rather, I spent four years living outdoors (i.e. I consciously chose to be homeless). I was a smart kid and at some point I decided to go to school. When all is said and done I ended up with two undergraduate degrees and then a doctorate degree. The primary players in my dysfunctional early family, for the most part, are still alive but in their 80's and 90's. I few years ago I did what Sammy never got the chance to do. I discussed everything with them and heard their part and received their acknowledgement that they did not know what they were doing and that they are sorry for they way they lived. One sad note is that I am the oldest of four. I dropped out of high school after 11th grade and then left home. I protected my younger siblings the best I could, but there came a time where if I did not leave I would likely have not made it. Two of my siblings have been involved in drugs and alcohol and mental illness for decades. However, they do seem to be getting a lot healthier the last few years. The third sibling stayed in an abusive relationship for over 20 years. I helped her escape, literally helping her leave while he was away. It was heavy. So, I love your story because the people in it have seen and experienced things they did not deserve to have inflicted upon them and they seem positive, fearful and growth oriented. I think Katie also has something meaningful to reveal. I applaud you being able to describe these intricate and painful events with detail and, more importantly, from my perspective, that you do so in a way that is emotionally accurate and reflective of what some people go through and how the grow. Please keep writing. You have a great talent.
Davester37over 1 year agoCongratulations on your first Lit. story. I enjoyed it very much and I’m looking forward to reading more of your work. These characters are interesting, well-developed, and likable. I find myself rooting for them. Your editing appears flawless to this reader.
Thank you for writing, and thank you for sharing your work.
Anonymousover 1 year agoSammy doesn't realize it yet, but Katie his his wife, and mother of his children. His mother talked about how good he was, and raised Katie to be like him. Too bad she didn't raise her own baby the same way...
