Wild Cards Jarrod opened the door widely and moved to the side so Hayden would walk pass. He had a huge grin on his face, as though he was genuinely happy to see Hayden. The women removed their coats and dumped it on the armrest of a couch, revealing the exposed attire they wore underneath. It was a nice, little room. It had a fireplace that burned in low flames. The chairs were worn and had some tear, but they looked comfortable. Most of all, it was untidy. There were empty bottles of alcohol strewn around the room, filled ashtrays and dirty plates and cups all over. Jarrod must have been reusing all his utensils without thinking of washing them. “Nice place,” Hayden commented lightly as he threw himself on one of the worn chairs. “Must have cost you quite a fortune to get it.” Jarrod grinned as he took off his own coat. “You know it didn’t cost me anything to get it, Hayden. If you want answers, you should know that the nice old couples who lived here deemed me dangerous when
All of the Reasons Why Hayden regarded his empty glass cup with a cool expression. His brother could be bluffing for all he knows. Besides, there had been no time for Jarrod to put on the poison. The prostitute he called ‘Red’ had washed the cup and brought back a clean one. Unless she had slipped something in when he wasn’t looking? Hayden’s mind began to race. He searched for the girl with his eyes and found her behind him on the floor, entwined in the arms of her colleague, both naked. They were so deep in their own world that every other thing went unnoticed. What were the odds that she would have poisoned his cup before handing it over to Jarrod? “Do you want to know?” Jarrod asked with a smirk. He watched Hayden’s movements with amusement, marveled by his fast thinking and his questionable glances. Hayden took his eyes off the girls and on Jarrod. “I’d say you’re bluffing. There was no way you would have done it.” Jarrod laughed. It was low and full of humor, as though eve
Lolita The plenty of time Jarrod made reference to was just an hour. Twenty minutes in, Hayden was beginning to sweat, and it was not because of the happy hour confession they were having. He realized now that Jarrod truly was not bluffing, and that the alcohol was poisoned. He tried to condition his mind to stay awake and alert, but the noises from the girls behind him weren't helping. He glanced behind him and saw that one of the girls had her head down at the other. They swirled in his vision. He turned quickly to Jarrod and blinked. Jarrod ransacked the top of the table, searching for something. He finally brought out a pack of cigarettes and passed a stick to Hayden. Hayden shook his head and stuck his own hands in his pocket, extracting his neatly wrapped weed. Jarrod smiled at the sight, amused to see that his brother wasn’t taking another chance with him. “I didn’t poison the cigarette, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Hayden placed his wrap on his lips and lighted it. “Th
Another Love, Another Time “You just killed someone,” Hayden pointed out, motioning to the dead girl on the floor. “What is wrong with you? You just fucking killed someone and you’re still thinking of ending it with me?” Jarrod rolled his eyes as he staggered forward. “Don’t be such a prude, baby brother. You know how this goes; you’ve killed a couple of people too.” His eyes widened in surprise when Hayden said nothing. “Ah, don’t tell me brother. You’ve never killed anyone?” Hayden looked around him, seeking for a weapon. Jarrod’s jacket was on the chair, and he knew that a gun was in it. He glanced at Jarrod and the jacket, gauging the distance between the three of them. Jarrod laughed maniacally. “What is this? You want me to be your first kill? The gun isn’t loaded, Hayden.” “I wasn’t planning on using it on you.” “No? You’re so used to little humans adoring you and doing everything for you? I saw those men out there, Hayden, risking their necks for you. Tell me how much yo
Grief and Byes Hayden woke up with a gasp, as though he’d been drowning forever and something just tugged him out from the deep end of the ocean. For a second his vision was blurry and gray. The gleaming white of the room hit him like lightning, immediately hurting his eyes. He winced and closed them back immediately, trying to relax his tense muscles. “He’s awake,” he heard someone murmur in the room. It was Rocky. Hayden reached out a hand, his fingers twisting for comfort and assurance. He needed to know he was alive and not in that bleak, dark blue he’d been in since forever. A cool, large hand touched his, squeezing it assuredly. “It’s not in my job description to coddle you, sir.” Hayden opened his eyes. It was definitely Rocky. He was standing at the side of his bed with a young, charming nurse who was obviously flirting with him. Hayden was too tired to make jest of the situation. Rocky turned to the nurse with a smile, signaling her that it was okay for her to leave. Whe
Flowerbeds and Lilies Lolita was reliving her nightmares over and over. It sometimes started out as a fantasy dream, where she was a fairy and she was flying high above the clouds. In the middle of admiring the beautiful nature below, she would then see a large black bird rushing towards her. At first it looked like a crow, but when it grew closer it grew into a larger, terrifying bird. It was ten times bigger than her. It would grab her off the air with its claws, cutting into her arm and abdomen. She would scream in pain and try to break free, only to discover that the claws had materialized into hands, and that it belonged to Hayden, who in turn changed into Jarrod. Every single time, she would try to break free and pull herself from the abyss of pain, but all she encountered was a dull emptiness. There was nothing to pull herself into, no rope to drag her back to the light. All she knew was emptiness; dark and dull. She had begun to grow accustomed to it. Perhaps she would even
Dreams Lolita woke up again, this time more refreshing than the others. The oxygen mask was thankfully out of her mouth. Her arm was still stiff, but at least she’d had a nice change of clothes and bandage. Her leg was on a cast above her bed, but the nurse who’d shown up the previous night promised that she’d start physical therapy as soon as possible. Lolita didn’t mind. She really didn’t need her legs; she wanted to remain in this bed for as long as possible, staring at the unstained room. She liked the emptiness it denoted. She felt seen, even if it was by an inanimate object. Her family showed up more frequently than she would have liked. Her mother sometimes slept with her and held her hands. Lolita didn’t like it. It made her hand sweaty and twitchy. She would have loved to draw it away without waking her mother, who would in turn alarm the whole hospital. She just wanted to be left alone. Samantha never showed up. She began to seek her out in her dreams, but they were so
Farewells and Backtracks “I’m sorry,” Hayden responded quietly. “Do you want me to leave? I can leave right now.” “Yes, please.” He stood up on a shaky foot. He walked to the door, then stopped. When he looked back at her, his eyes were shimmery with tears. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful he can be. How stunning and incredibly attractive, even though he looked broken. “It’s three in the morning,” he said to her. “I don’t think it’s safe for me to leave just yet.” “For me or for you?” He was shaken by her answer. Hayden leaned on the door and watched her instead, preferring the space between them instead of just out rightly leaving. Lolita sat up slowly on the bed, her eyes on him. “Is he here?” She asked. His forehead creased at that question. “Who?” “You know who.” Hayden looked down at his feet, but before then she saw shame and fear cross his face. Lolita’s heart spiked again, alerting the machine. She glanced at it in horror, wondering if it was going to alert the b