Rune
My heart thundered away in my chest as I angrily strode around my living room, picking up the discarded clothes, dirty dishes, and trash that my shitty boyfriend had left lying around after his night of binging.
I’d already tackled the mess in the kitchen, but the relatively clean surfaces left behind did little to assuage the turmoil churning inside me as it normally would when at least some of the clutter was removed from the common areas of my house.
I rarely had time to thoroughly clean my home like I really wanted with two kids living here, but I’d been wondering more and more as of late whether I should go ahead and add Damien to the list of children as well with the way he was acting.
He still wasn’t back from wherever the hell he’d taken off to, and my ire was only increasing by the minute, threatening to boil over the longer he was gone. I didn’t know where he was, but I did know that he had swiped my debit card out of my purse.
Several text messages and declined calls later, I was still none the wiser as to his whereabouts, but I did know that he’d better get his ass here before I had to leave to pick up Isla from preschool, my vehemence swelling by the second.
I had to get gas if I wanted to make it the short distance there, and that card was the only way it was going to happen.
I knew better than to have cash lying around, having had it disappear too many times in the past to believe he wasn’t the one responsible for its mysterious absence in spite of his many protests to the contrary.
Money was tight right now with Damien out of work yet again, and I was struggling to make ends meet on my own. I worked at Griffin Fashion as an editor while I was concurrently taking some classes online to get my degree in the field of my true passion: social work.
It was a lot to take on at twenty-four, and Damien wasn’t making anything easier with his lazy, entitled behavior.
Nevertheless, nothing would make me go back and recant on my promise to my former neighbor, Belinda. Roman and Isla were everything to me now, and they were the main motivators keeping me afloat in the sea of madness I’d been lost in over the years.
Wiping the sweat from my brow, I glanced up at the clock on the wall, seeing that I had thirty minutes before I had to leave.
My pulse still pounded in my head, my train of thought not helping matters, but glancing out the window for the hundredth time, I finally spied Damien’s beat-up pickup truck sitting outside the house.
I nervously ran into the kitchen, making sure I had everything I needed in place before darting back into the living room to meet my boyfriend at the door, though only I was privy to the fact that he wouldn’t be that for much longer.
However, I stood there for a few minutes with my breaths coming in wheezes as the wait extended.
Forcing myself to take a few deep breaths, I tried to prepare myself for the coming confrontation, just thankful the kids weren’t here to witness this. I’d known this conversation was coming for a while now, but I’d kept putting it off, hoping and praying I was reading the situation wrong, that he would change against all odds.
He always left me disappointed, and this was the last straw. I’d already checked my bank account, so I was aware that he’d all but cleaned out the little I’d had left until payday on Friday.
That money had been for groceries and gas, and now I didn’t know how I was going to feed the kids or myself until I got paid again.
Even so, I shoved the worry to the recesses of my brain for the moment as Damien made it to the door at last, the tell-tale sounds of the screen door creaking open giving me time to school my features before I stood face-to-face with the man who I’d believed was meant to be my forever until only recently.
He’d been my high school sweetheart, and he’d stood by me when I’d chosen to start the process to adopt my neighbor’s ten and four-year-old kids when she’d gotten sick with cancer, their father being nothing but a deadbeat and a druggie.
A flash of white shot by me as he pushed the door open, and Damien immediately began yelling at Blizzard, the kids’ massive, German Shephard dog that had come with them. He was a gorgeous snowy white teddy bear most of the time, and I loved him as fiercely as Roman and Isla.
Damien didn’t feel the same way, and I silently added this to the list of reasons as to why he had to go. His reaction now, yelling and lashing out to force the dog back as he entered, told me all I needed to know about his mood, but I made myself stay the course.
First, I intervened by safely tucking Blizzard away in Roman’s room upstairs, but I didn’t want to give Damien the chance to escape, so I dashed straight back to the living room after, only to see him already gone.
Cursing, I strode through the room in a few determined steps, following the noises he was making as I stole another look at the clock. Twenty minutes left.
My shoulders ached from how tightly wound I was, and it only got worse as I entered the kitchen, my fists tightening at the disarray he’d managed to create in such a short span of time.
The pitcher of tea was out on the counter, sitting in a puddle of the sticky liquid, which I could see was leaving a trail on the floor all the way from the fridge.
Further, all the fixings for sandwiches were spread out on the other counter, laying wherever he’d left them when he finished with them, and I saw red. That was supposed to be for the kids’ lunches tomorrow.
“Seriously Damien? You’ve been in here for two minutes, and I told you not to eat that stuff. Now, what are Roman and Isla supposed to eat for lunch the rest of the week?”
I could hear my frustration leaking out as I raised my voice at him, and I closed my eyes as I tried to reset my emotions, not wanting to get to the point where I was shouting.
Damien wasn’t bothered by my obvious upset, serving to piss me off further as he replied, “It’s just a few sandwiches babe. I was hungry, and you can find something else for them.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, he turned as if he was going to walk away, but that wasn’t happening. His casual behavior and attempt to brush off the severity of his actions was grating, and it only validated everything I’d been noticing about the way he treated the kids and me.
Conscious of the ticking clock, I jumped straight to it as I demanded, “Give me back my card Damien, now.”
“It’s on the counter, babe. You need to chill. I can’t handle you when you’re like this.”
Disbelievingly, I could only gape at him as he attempted to exit the room once more, but I pulled myself together in enough time to stop him, asking, “Where have you been? You reek of cigarette smoke and booze, and you spent over a hundred dollars on my card.”
I don’t know how I managed to keep my cool as he spewed off his usual bout of lies, claiming he needed gas or some part for his piece of shit truck, but I kept reminding myself to take deep breaths throughout it all, holding back my emotions in the moment with a battered shield but doing it, all the same.
It’s true what they say about never lying to a woman when she asks you a direct question. More often than not, she already knows the answer, and this time was no exception to the rule.
My transaction history online told a different story about where he’d blown through my money at than where he’d claimed, and I’d been opening my eyes to his deceit bit by bit as the months had elapsed, working myself up to this moment.
Catching a glimpse of the time, thirteen minutes left, I interrupted his fabrications, remaining collected as I said, “Look, I can’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth, and you know exactly why that is. I can’t keep doing this, Damien. I’m done.”
I paused, observing how Damien ground his teeth together, his ice-blue eyes narrowing in on me as I moved towards the cabinet nearby, taking out the drug test I’d stashed their earlier.
This wasn’t the first time I’d spoken those words to him, but I was determined to follow through this time, having made back-up plan after back-up plan to thwart any excuse he might try to make.
He pushed his long, greasy, black strands of hair back out of his face in an abrupt manner, the tangled rats’ nest evidently not bothering him any, but I didn’t let his mounting rage deter me, staying on track as I continued in a firm tone, “You can either take this drug test right now, or get out. If you refuse, again, you can get out. It’s that simple.”
Bracing myself for his reaction, I stood strong, giving him an even look as I issued my ultimatum, but he didn’t react as I’d expected him to, his fury evaporating into an eerie tranquility as he tried to cajole me into changing my mind.
In any case, I didn’t bow down to his manipulation tactics, refusing to allow him to make me feel bad about myself or second guess my decision, and in the end, he left without causing a scene to my utter astonishment.
There were no slamming doors or ugly words espoused from his lips this time around, and I was left feeling cold from how easy it had been for him to walk away from me after all we’d shared together.
Be that as it may, something told me this wasn’t the last I would see of Damien, and I could inwardly admit that I was frightened of the man he’d become over the past few years, leaving me anxious as to what he might do when he did return.
Rune About A Month Later Rubbing my hands over my temples, I tried to block out the din surrounding me, the strobing lights hurting my eyes, but I’d promised my friend I would come out tonight while the kids were at their sleepovers for the weekend. The nightclub, Verve, had different colored strobe lights to complement the loud music, and thrashing bodies filled the dancefloor to the brim, all moving to the hypnotic beat that was pumping through the numerous speakers that I’d seen spaced strategically around the large open area. Sliding down from the bar stool as I kept a hand at the hem of my dress, worried about the too-short skirt riding up any further, I was regretting my moment of weakness de novo. I was feeling self-conscious with the clothes I’d let my friend pick out for me, trusting her to dress me appropriately for the unfamiliar venue, and the makeup wasn’t helping anything either, the bold colors making me stand out when I would much rather blend in with my surroundin
Rune Pushing my shoulder-length blonde locks back behind my ear, I glanced over at the male who’d sauntered up. He didn’t hesitate, introducing himself as soon as he was within hearing distance as he announced, “I’m Micah, sweetheart. Tell me your name.” His chocolate-brown orbs snared my own silvery-colored ones, making me want to answer his demand in a hurry, but I bristled at the command instead, refusing to comply. I turned away from his incredibly toned physique, noticing how expensive his clothes looked before I’d started ignoring him, but that didn’t make a difference to me. Taking another long drink of my Coke, I jumped a little as my phone notified me that my ride had arrived. My face turned pink as he handed me a few napkins to clean the spill up with, and I softened my tone resultingly when I said, “Well, Micah, it’s been nice talking to you, but I’m out of here.” I shimmied off the stool, by some miracle managing to not embarrass myself in the process, and I rotated
Rune Groaning, I went to roll over as I felt the ache emanating from my muscles, but I ran smack dab into a smooth chest sprinkled with course hair that pointed downward, finding a very naked male lying beside me as my hands explored the contours of his defined pectorals and abs of their own accord. It took me a minute to grasp that I wasn’t in my own bed, that I wasn’t lying next to Damien as I had for so long. It’d been months since anyone other than the kids had slept beside me, but it was difficult forgetting about the years I’d had my ex by my side. I’d begun getting used to sleeping alone at night for the most part, but that didn’t mean I liked it any better than I had over the months when I’d been given no choice in the matter due to my ex’s poor decisions. The absolute extravagance of this bed, and the powerful arms that were locked around me brought back flashes of what we’d been up to late into the night, or maybe even into the early morning, a thrill of heat trickling
Rune I was running late Monday morning as I pushed one of the double glass doors to the office open with my body, and I was trying to concurrently juggle my cup of coffee and all my work supplies, failing spectacularly in the process I might add. Admittedly, I wasn’t the most coordinated at the best of times, so it was a risky move on my part, but I couldn’t sacrifice my morning dose of caffeine, any more of it that hadn’t sloshed out onto the ground at any rate. Bringing the cup up to my mouth, I took a few large gulps so that the liquid wasn’t in danger of splashing out again, and I shot Sara a grateful smile when she’d offered to wipe up the spill for me. She was an angel, always cleaning up after me when I was in a rush, which was practically all the time, and I decided it would be fun for the kids and I to bake her some cookies before I came in on Wednesday. I hurried through the hall as I recounted the events of the morning, well aware there weren’t many days that I wasn’t f
Micah Going to the nightclub this past weekend hadn’t been anywhere on my list of enjoyable ways to pass an evening, but Shane had insisted. He’d wanted to celebrate our move back home, us taking over the company from my dad, but then his sorry ass had ditched me. Howbeit, it’d turned out to be a blessing in disguise because my night had ended with a drop-dead gorgeous woman in my bed, the same knockout who was presently fleeing from the room like a bat out of hell as it so happened, just as she’d absconded from my bed the last time that we’d been together. “Micah?” My dad’s inquisitive voice drew my notice, and I tore my eyes away from Rune’s backside as I met his amused expression. Yeah, I knew her name but only because Shane had laid eyes on her first, something that ticked me off more than it should. I felt smug as fuck about the fact that I’d been the one to bring her home at the end of the night, but I was also pissed she’d run out the way she had. I wasn’t usually Mr. Relat
Micah A while later, my stomach rumbled hungrily, alerting me to how much time had passed since I’d last eaten, and I stole a glance at the ancient clock my dad had left hanging on the wall above the doorway. I was mad all over again at the woman who’d invaded my mind, and I knew deep down the only reason I’d stayed so late putting together my new office space was because I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her, as stupid as that sounded. Shutting down my computer, I gathered my belongings, slinging my suit jacket over my arm as I closed and locked the door behind me. What's more, it was the same one Rune had worn briefly Friday night. It was after six by this point, and there wasn’t a soul present as I strode through the entirety of the fifth floor before reaching the double glass doors at the entrance. I’d debated stopping in to check out Rune’s workspace, having learned which desk was hers when my father had given me a thorough tour, but I knew that would be overstepping my boun
Rune Trepidation threatened to consume me whole as I stepped into the elevator Wednesday morning, clutching a tin of homemade cookies in one hand while reaching out to press the button for the fifth floor as I cradled my coffee against my chest. The divine fragrance of sugar and chocolate was making my mouth water, but I took another sip of my drink in an effort to suppress my appetite. I’d eaten more than enough cookies yesterday while the kids had made a mess of the kitchen baking them, and I couldn’t eat anything regardless with the nerves coursing through me. My phone had been radio silent since this weekend, no more texts or calls coming in from Micah or Shane as I’d expected after my near run-in, but I was more worried about the silence from Micah after locking eyes with him on my way out of work previously. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he’d recognized me Monday afternoon, and I’d been anticipating how he would react ever since then. Almost two days had passed by now
Rune I hadn’t stopped to think about what my rash decision would cost me, the sensations pouring through me too intense to concentrate on the consequences in the moment. Mercifully, I didn’t have anything personal at my desk with how little time I spent in the office, and I marched straight for the elevator without a backward glance. I stayed focused on putting one foot in front of the other, knowing I would probably break down if I paused for even a second. In the back of my mind, I took note of Sara seated at the reception desk as I passed by on my way out. She’d started to thank me for the cookies, but then she’d seen the fire in my eyes no doubt, immediately leaping to her feet in order to intercept me on the way to the elevator. I jammed the button down repeatedly, my vexation only intensifying by the second, and I knew my anger was the only thing keeping the tears at bay. Normally, I would appreciate Sara’s efforts, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Not to menti