Claire Finds Herself
Slowly I began to wake up. My thoughts were still cloudy. The taste of alcohol filled my mouth, turning over I saw a few empty bottles on the small table by the bed. The events of the night slowly came back to me. Then I remembered how I had left my boyfriend. Even though I had left him many times before, this time, I was confident that I wouldn't return.
I looked around searching for Damien. There was no sign of him in the bedroom. I got up then went into the bathroom. There was a sticky note stuck to the mirror.
Hello, sorry I left without saying goodbye. I hope that I see you when I get home, I will understand if I don't. I washed your clothes and left cab fare on the table downstairs.
Damien
I read it a few times before I took it down. He knew how to make me smile. Immediately after we had left my apartment, he took to me get a pair of shoes. Then we came back to his house. To say we fucked like rabbits would be an understatement. I had never been with a man that could keep up with my sexual appetite; he did that and more.
While I was taking a shower, I started to think about the things I would say to Johnny. I could wait for Damien to come home then get my stuff, but I knew that would be cowardly of me. I owed it to him and mostly to myself to go over there myself and talk it out with him.
I walked around naked with the water dripping from my body, I felt at home in his home. Damien had left me in his house all by myself. A stranger he had known for less than twenty-four hours.
I found the washing room. My clothes were neatly folded on top of the dryer. Something Johnny would've never done that for me. He still had problems working the washer and dryer.
The kitchen was huge it was unbelievable, I knew I would be cooking huge dishes for us. There it was that feeling again, the feeling that caused me to leave my life behind and go with a total stranger.
The sex was out of this world. That was not the reason. From the moment I saw Damien. I felt something I never felt before something that I had been searching for in the arms and between the sheets of many others.
I smiled as I saw another note on the dining table, next to it was some money.
Hi, was going to make you breakfast, but I was running late. Get yourself something. I am having a few friends over to watch the late night game. Don't know why I told you that. You might not be here when I get back. Last night was memorable.
Damien
There was that uncontrollable smile again. I turned the paper over.
You are silly. I love that about you. I will be home
I stopped then looked at that word home. Looking around the place was I really ready to drop everything I had known for the past seven years for this. I picked up the pen again.
Yes, I did say home. That is if you want me to be here. Then here is where I will be. I might be late, going back to get my belongings.
Claire.
I reread it over, then left it on the table. Underneath the money there was a key, I stared at it before picking it up. I placed it on my necklace. I didn't have anything else to put it on at the moment.
When I finally arrived at the apartment, my heart was beating out of my chest. I knocked on the door then waited. I heard the locks turn then the door opened. Johnny stood there looking at me.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
"Of course," he said with a smile.
The place looked the same as how I left it. The beer bottles still on the table, the dishes still in the sink. I shook my head. I didn't know what I was expecting. Maybe I was expecting too much from him after all I had fucked another man, on the couch and the floor.
"I am sorry," he said.
I turned sharply looking back at him "What?" I asked shocked.
"I shouldn't have made that bet," he shrugged. "If I didn't..."
I slapped him. "Don't!"
He looked back at me with those eyes. The eyes he always used to get me back. I had fallen for those eyes many times before. From the first moment, we met in high school I had always felt sorry for him, always coming back because I knew he would be lost without someone looking out for him.
"I fucked him!" I shouted at him. "Right there," I pointed to the floor. "You should be angry. You should be calling me all types of horrid names."
"I can't," he said again shrugging. "I am not mad at you."
"Johnny!" I shouted in aggravation. I sat down on the couch.
"I love you," he said coming over to me.
"No, Don't," I said shaking my head.
"But I do," he cried sitting next to me.
"You don't, you need me. You don't love me," I said shaking my head. "If you loved me, you wouldn't let me back in here. You wouldn't have let me fuck another man."
"Maybe, I liked the thought of you with someone else," he said with a smile. "It turned me on."
"No!" I shouted standing up. "This is not a porn movie or one of those stories. If you are telling the truth which I doubt you are, I am not one of those women that fuck other men just to turn their husbands on."
"That is not true, you have fucked to turn others on," Johnny said.
"Yes, myself," I admitted. "If someone else got turned on because of it that wasn't my intention."
"Okay, then be with both of us?" he asked
"You don't mean that," I shook my head. "You will be miserable."
He slumped back into the couch. He shook his head. "I don't know what to do."
I shook my head. I knew this was going to happen. I knew he needed someone to hold his hand. I picked up my cell phone. It was still lying on the couch. It must have fallen out of my pockets when Damien took them off of me.
"Who are you calling?" Johnny asked.
I shook my head. I never thought I was going to use this number ever again. "Hey," I said when she picked up the phone.