It's a Girl Thing - Part 4
Welcome to the fourth and final part of It's a girl thing. If you have missed any parts along the way, you can click on the relevant number and it will take you straight there. Click HERE to start at the beginning HERE for Part 2 or HERE for Part 3.
“Beep” my phone flashes. Her name lights my screen…
"You trusted me with your body, please trust me with my truth!" It's hardly the same thing, I think to myself.
My fingers hammer out a reply... "How can I trust you when for the past ten years, you have lied so easily? – I know nothing about you!"
Her response is swift - "Let me show you"
As alluring as that sounds right now, I can't let this go... “Like you showed me last night? What's the rate? Or are you gonna show me how many dicks it took to furnish your flat?”– It’s a cheap shot but, the vociferousness of my hurt is relentless and she should feel it too.
I yearn for her reply but it doesn’t come. No smart mouthed remark, no savage attack, no more offers of the sensual touch that I now crave, just... silence.
I sit on the stairs and bathe in the memories of our illicit encounter. where she unleashed that greedy need of, a woman’s touch.
A little while later, I hear a car door slam in the street, followed by footsteps on the path.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
SHIT! Despite myself, a familiar throb begins to beat between my thighs as I stride to the door. How does she do this to me?
She doesn’t wait for niceties, she doesn’t wait for me to speak at all. She just walks staight in and spills her truth.
“I'm not going to apologise for who I am but, you’re right, you deserve an explanation” she’s calm, measured.
I open my mouth as if to speak, I want to tell her that she owes me nothing, that I’m by no means perfect.
Her next words catch me off guard, they are a question but I know she doesn't require an answer. I force myself to hear her, It's as if I can feel her soul in the room and she’s going to share it with me.
“Have you ever watched someone so pure and full of life, die and whither at the hands of another? We had nothing growing up. Mum worked at the launderette and dad was a mechanic… if he wasn’t too drunk from the night before, to go to work.
Mum would have bruises from time to time all so easily explained and back then, people turned a blind eye. If it wasn’t their problem, it wasn’t a problem at all. The first time I saw him hit her, I was 9 years old. He’d come home from work steaming drunk, Mum asked me to put his dinner on the table for him but I tripped and dropped it. He whacked me so hard I thought half my face must still be on his hand. She couldn’t watch, she screamed for him to stop, so he turned on her. He threw her into the kitchen door so hard, he lifted her from her feet. She was gasping for air and I was trying to pull him off. He kicked his leg out at me and I slammed into the table. Last thing I remember, was her screaming for him to hit her and not me"
The anguish in her words immobilises me. Each word drenched with regret that she couldn’t help her mother.
"She dealt with it, as long as I was in school and he wasn’t hurting me… she was fine...When I was 14 she died, they said it was an overdose. If you believed that, you’d have believed anything, she wouldn’t even take a cold compress for a migraine" A soft chuckle, laced with loss, falls from her lips.
"Then it was just me and him. I was his new punch bag. There was never food or electric, Mums old friend from the launderette used to do my washing. Mum would’ve died all over again if I hadn’t kept up appearances. A week after my sixteenth birthday he died too. That was it, it was just me! I swore I would never depend on anyone for anything. I lied about my age and joined an agency. It was so easy. I had money, my own place, I was free!"
She stops for a second, as if giving me the green light to respond, to ask questions but I’ve got nothing…
“I’ve got everything I ever needed and more. A house, cars, savings! Hell, I could even buy you a house. I’ve spent so many years being paid, to be something that someone wants, I forgot tf be what I want. I thought I was happy…. And then there was you."
she stops and looks deep inside me with those wild green eyes
"That’s me, that’s all I’ve got and who I am….. Take me or leave me!"
By Trina Leah ©
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Absolutely bloody love it! My heart is in my mouth! More please xx