"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, but if you believe that, you’d believe anything, she wouldn’t even take a cold compress for a migraine" A soft chuckle, laced with loss, falls from her lips.
So many questions thunder through my mind, the noise is unbearable. Lost in thought I don’t hear her footsteps. Her arms snake around my waist and feather light kisses spill across my bare shoulders. “Don’t!” I warn.
She stills immediately and retreats to the breakfast bar. “I know you’re angry, I never meant last night to happen. I shouldn’t have come tonight”
She nuzzles into my neck and brushes stray strands of hair from my face. She kisses the tip of my nose as my eyelids start to flutter closed.
My sleep is dreamless, I wake refreshed and warm in the pool of sunshine streaming through the windows. A lazy smile plays on my face as the memory of the evening floats into my mind.
Her heels clack onto the road as she makes her way back to me. I feel shy as she approaches, but I know I want her closer. She takes my hand and entwines her elegant fingers around mine. She whispers that she’s sorry, I shake my head and silence her with my kisses. Deep. Slow. Searching.
But then again, I'm now a single mum to 2 kids, with no job, a fanny like a badly packed kebab and more tyres than fucking Kwik Fit! I may as well have, shit on my top – 'cos he is 6ft 1” of toned, sex on legs and I look like Mr Blobby on Crack!
I don't know why it was getting to me so much, I think it was merely that she'd chosen the cleaning products to start doing it on.... I couldn't help myself, my mouth was opening, the words had formed “Do you mind? It's not the fucking generation game” I grumbled.
“With all this 'COBRA'virus going about, I'm surprised you haven't
I know its petty and perhaps at the ripe old age of 36, I should learn how to share but, I am sick to death of bounding excitedly to the cupboard to be presented with mere crumbs!
I’ve even started buying biscuits that I am certain they don’t like and STILL there is none left.
I just want a fucking cookie, is it too much to ask?