She awakens to the sound of a truck starting headed down the driveway. As she looks around the room, she thinks to herself for awhile before getting up. What am I doing, this is crazy? She recalls the past and what has brought them to this point. If someone had told her a week ago that things were going to go this way she would have told them they were fucking nuts, but here she was, in his house; after having just spent the night with him. Then she remembers the look on Deans face when he opened the door. The look on John's face when he got punched...it was all to real to have been a dream. The sting in her buttock area said that she hadn't dreamed it all.
When she decided to get up and take a shower she doesn't notice the truck in the yard. She looks to see if John had left her a note or anything...she tries to call him on his cell phone, only to hear the damn thing ring from the bathroom.
She gets in the shower and soaps herself all up. It wasn't too many days ago, that she and John had shared a shower in here. She is so lost in her own thoughts, that she didnt hear Dean open the door to this house. He can hear the shower running and steps inside the bathroom. Undresses himself and is about to step inside the shower with her when she turns off the water.
She reaches out to grab her towel and a hand grabs her wrist. "Dean, come on don't do this." She knows by the hand who it is.
"What do you mean don't do this, you enjoyed the last shower we had. Why cant we take another one while he is gone?"
"Dean...you know why. Get dressed, go...this is his house and after last night I am not going to anger him any further."
"Did he hurt you?"
"Dean he didnt do anything to me that I haven't asked for in one way or another. Just go, take your things and go before he realizes he doesn't have his phone."
"I can't believe that you would rather be treated like a piece of meat instead of like a young woman."
"John cares about me Dean, he just shows it differently than you do. Dean I love him. I love you too, but I have loved him since I was a little girl. I need him and he needs me. Please try to understand."
"You hurt me last night, and you know he told me he was going to bring you up to the apartment so I could see for myself whose whore you are. He has also told me other things that I refused to believe or repeat, but you need to know he calls you his personal whore, he tells all the guys at work that you suck him off after hefucks your ass, and when your on the rag, you clean his cock off for him. I guess I should have believed him."
"Dean, I don't believe you. Now you are trying to hurt me. Go. Get out, take your things and don't come back. By the way it worked, but get out RIGHT NOW."
As Dean gets himself dressed again, she hears the sound of a very familiar vehicle driving down the road. "Fuck, here he comes."
By the time the vehicle had pulled into the driveway, Dean was dressed picking up his things. The truck door slams and John rushes into the house. She is in the bathroom and has locked the bathroom door. She hears yelling and then the slam of the house door.
She is wrapped in a towel sitting on the bathroom floor shaking, thinking about all the things that Dean just said, then she starts to cry just a few tears, before there is a knock at the door.
"WHAT!" she yells.
John's voice comes from the other side, "Open the door."
She says nothing, gets up and turns the lock, and sits back down. She is having trouble believing all the things she was just told by Dean. Again she hears John speak. "Open the fucking door."
"You want it open, you fucking open it."
He turns the knob and opens the door. Looks down and sees her curled up in the corner on the floor. He sits next to her, and quietly speaks..."I have just three questions for you. First, who told you to let him in."
Through her tears, she says, "He let himself in while I was in the shower. Where did you go?"
"sshh, I am asking the questions. Two...why are you in here sitting on the floor crying?"
She takes a deep breath and spills everything that Dean had just told her, the entire conversation was played back like a tape recorder lived in her brain. When she had finished, he takes her chin in his hand and tips her head up and toward him, he softly kisses her lips and quietly says, "Get dressed, I will ask the third question when you are done."
She crys out as he gets up..."John please don't go."
"I am only going to the kitchen, wash your face, get dressed and come out."
She takes one of John's t shirts off the dryer and puts it on. When she comes out of the bathroom she sees John and Dean sitting at the table, having a perfectly normal conversation.
She turns toward the stairs and runs down them hoping to hide down there. Thinking to herself, I can sneak out the back door. She picks up her pants and undies putting them on. She hears John call her name, just as she closes the back door.
Yeah ok, she is out now, but where can she go. Whichever way she turns, they will see her, so she sits outside. Then she realizes this is an exercise in futility, she proudly stands up, and walks back inside and triumphantly walks up the stairs. They are at two different sides of the living room looking out the windows to see which direction she is headed.
"I am still here." Was all she said as she sat at the table.
John walks over to her and whispers in her ear. The look on her face slowly changes while he is talking.
When he has finished speaking, she slowly turns and looks at him and says boldly, "NO WAY, UNLESS THAT WAS A PIG FLYING BY THE WINDOW JUST NOW!"
He smiles at her and calmly says, "Question number three, do you want to stay here with me, or go back with Dean?"
"John, that's not fair. You know damn well I want to stay with you."
"In that case, a pig must have flown by the fucking window, because if you are staying with me...you will do this, and hurry the fuck up."
She glares at him as she gets up and walks over to Dean, "It is my understanding you would like one of John's blowjobs. Please allow me to see to your wish."
