Doing Three: Silence
Or The Final Chapter
I felt something as Mary took my hand. It was not easily explained either. The feeling worked its way though my hand into my arm and in sorts I felt lightheaded and weak in the knees. She stood me up and walked me toward the stairs.
Angel and Scott didn't even notice that we had left the main portion of the living room. And although I had been degraded and humiliated for the better part of the night this was the very first time that I felt ashamed.
I started to speak but Mary stopped me by putting her finger up to her lips and shaking her head no. I believe she was telling me that we had no need for words. I smiled at her briefly before I took the lead up the stairs.
Again, no words were spoken as I retrieved my small overnight bag. I kind of thought it was strange to see Mary going through a couple of drawers randomly throwing some of my clothes in my direction. I quickly folded them and placed them in the bag.
Only staying over once or twice a week made it convenient- there was very little to pack. And after zipping up the bag I reached out my hand in Mary's direction.
As we reached the bottom of the stairs we looked over at Scott and Angel. I made it a point to study Mary's reaction. I expected to see hurt and anger and the need for vengeance screaming from every one of her pores but that's not what I observed. She was quite calm and her demeanor was soft and very passive. I believe she was telling Scott that in some small way she would always love him. Maybe she was just telling him goodbye.
I opened the door quietly and proceeded to my car. Mary followed. Neither one of us made it a point to go quietly. For me, I think it was because if Angel HAD known I was leaving she would have made no effort to stop me.
We climbed into the car and started off down the street. That would be the very last time I ever saw Angel or Scott.
As we pulled up in front of my house I realized I had only three things on my mind. First and foremost- "Where do I go from here?" Angel had been a part of my life for a long time, now that part of my life was over.
I also wondered why Mary was being so nice to me. Like I've said before, Mary was a goddess pure and simple. I stared down into her "ice" blue eyes and smiled. The corner of her lip kind of curled upward as if she were telling me "What the fuck did we just do?"
Oh- and I needed a shower--- bad.
It had been three days since I was last at my house. I had turned down the heat in an effort to save a little on electricity. As soon as we walked through the door I made my way over to the thermostat. I turned around to see Mary's harden nipples jetting out against her white silken blouse.