Story of a guy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Land of Dragons
A man sits in his home and awaits his lover on their anniversary.

Submitted: April 06, 2017

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Submitted: April 06, 2017

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He didn’t know what to do, so he waited. The subtle sting of the vodka fell down his through and warmed his chest. He didn’t know what to do until then; the moment when she would call him, or the moment when she would come. Perhaps that moment did not exist in his life time but possibly his high hopes could be more than what they were. He took his glass and poured more vodka in before taking a huff and downing the drink in one gulp. He looked around his house, a small one bed room mobile home, a shelf filled with classical literature novels from the 1800’s in the living room just beyond the kitchen, beside the television stand. His Playstation and television both turned off, sitting in the darkness of his home. The quiet, constricting his very soul with the crushing weight of his solitude. Only one light lasted, only one light stood in his house, the lamp in the center of the table where he sat, the half empty bottle of vodka beside it, his glass in hand filled with its medicating elixir. It was a cure for the ailments of the soul he had told himself. He was sure she would not approve, she never did, never really drank honestly. But when she was not around he could indulge, there was no way she could know really; he was good at hiding when he was drunk, it made him more competent honestly. He poured himself another glass and downed it before looking to his phone and checking the time: 10:45 pm, it was nearly midnight. Where was she? How could she not have contacted him yet? Where was she…today was their anniversary! 2 years ago on this day he had kissed her and then they had become lovers. He took another drink, this time from the bottle.

Why had she not contacted him yet? Where was she right now? He could barely fathom what she might be doing. What if she was hurt? No, no that can’t be possible he did not even want to think about that. He stood pacing the floor in the kitchen. The sound of roach legs skittering across the posters on the walls catching his attention. He cursed to them: “FUCK OFF !!!!” tossing his glass to the body of the bug and shattering the glass on the wall, the crystalline shards sprinkling down upon floor. He let a sigh leave his lips, he hated roaches, rats, any type of pest really it pissed him off that he could not get her a better life than the one she had. He took a long chug from the vodka bottle tossing it from his hand as if it emptied, as the powerful liquid seared his throat and burned his empty gut. He let out a cry to the heavens: “WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!” he screamed before the sounds of the roaches crawling stole away with his attention. He screamed for them to leave his home, he did not want them to be here when she arrived. He fell to his side, curling up in a ball, shivering as the cold hands of sorrow gripped his soul.

Where was she? Was all he could think to himself as he thought to her, this love that he wanted to see. This love that he wanted to meet. Where was she, it was their anniversary so where was she? He stood to his feet and moved to the table, it was now 11:00 and he still waited….he had to call her! He was going to call her! But then his phone rang.  He rushed to answer it.

“Jordan?” a quivering voice spoke, so meek, quivering as if stuck out in the snow.

“Yes” he answered, barely able to contain his excitement, his face lighting up in a smile.

“How are you doing?” she said with a sniffle.

“Good” he said.

“That’s good” she said with another sniffle. The sound of siren’s echoing from the phone into his ear.

“I miss you” Jordan said.

“I know” she let out a cry. “I miss you too” her voice shattering from the force of the sorrow with her soul. The flashes of red and blue danced into his window brightening his dimly lit home with their radiance.

“The cops are out here Jordan” he whimpered. “They need to take you back now”

“I need to see you” Jordan’s eyes began to tear. “It’s our anniversary” He fell to the floor as the sound of the authorities banging at his door caused him to panic. He did not want to go back, they would not take him back to the home!

“It’s okay Jordan” she whimpered. “Just stay calm” the door exploded in and the cops rushed in tackling Jordan who let out a loud shriek of fear calling out for his love as he dropped his phone. He kicked and flailed and cursed and spit as they dragged him from his home.

“I’m sorry Jordan” she cried out as they walked him passed her and forced him reluctantly into the police car before slamming the door leaving him pounding his feet against the door.  “I’m really sorry” she said walking over to police car and placing her hand against the glass. She looked in at him and he stoped thrashing, looking to her, the fury in his eyes fading slowly.

“I love you Bell” Jordan said.

“I know” Bell said. “But you can’t come here anymore” She smiled as the officers ushered her away from the car, inciting Jordan’s rage once more as the cops got into the car and drove him away, leaving Bell to look on as they left and weep.


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