Sitting Pretty

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


There's always something to do.

Submitted: September 05, 2018

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Sitting Pretty

 

Rayne sat quietly on the couch and perused the walls of the backhouse. The door creaked and opened on its own just as Isaac was approaching it.

“Open sesame,” he said before slamming the door and opening the fridge next it.

“You should really fix that,” Rayne said, “Has it been doing that for very long?”

“Oh it’s always had that problem,” Isaac said, “The foundation is fucked so it’s just slowly getting worse. I have to work on it; find a chinga and make a bunch of adjustments. I’m not sure I even have the tools to fix that shit, to be honest.” He closed the fridge and jumped over the back of the couch holding two beers.

“I hope no one steals all your guitars. And I thought you didn’t like IPAs,” Rayne said.

Isaac took a sip of his beer before opening hers, “Well I figured I haven’t seen you in a while and thought I’d get something nice.”

Rayne grabbed the bottle and took a small sip, “What’s that face?” Isaac said

“It’s too bitter,” said Rayne, “Can we get some wine, maybe? I can order a bottle and just have it sent here.”

“Wait.” Isaac jumped back over the couch and opened the fridge, “Does Merlot work?” He jumped back over the couch with the bottle and offered it to her.

Yaas, please” she said as she reached out and grabbed the bottle. Isaac watched her smile and hug the bottle while he set his phone and wallet on the wooden table in front of them.

“Where are the glasses?” She said

“It’s a twist off,” said Isaac, “I got that for you so you can just drink out of the bottle.”

“No, you’re gonna have a glass with me. It’s not proper to drink from the bottle.”

“Oh she wants to be proper.” He sat up and crawled over the couch to her. He pushed her over so she was laying on her back, “No one’s gonna come in here, stop worrying” he said while massaging her thigh.

“The doors always opening, I just don’t want your family to see me.”

“Hey,” Isaac said leaning into her ear, “you still love me?”

 

Before she could answer, he wrapped his hand around the right side of her neck and kissed her. He laid down on her and ran his hands through her hair before pulling away and grabbing her by the waist.

“Always,” Rayne said.

Isaac smiled and stood up, “Okay, I’ll be right back with some proper glasses.”

He walked around the couch and walked out of the door which was opening by itself again. Rayne sat quietly on the L-shaped couch in Isaac’s backhouse and waited for him to return with wine glasses. When he returned he slammed the door again, “Fuck someone really needs to fix this.” He walked around the couch and set the wine glasses on the table and poured two glasses.

“More,” Rayne said as Isaac handed her the glass. He filled it to almost the top and handed it to her carefully. She grabbed it swiftly and spilled a few drops on her dress.

“You ok?” Isaac said, “Try not to spill on the couch, Rayne.”

She scoffed, “There are already way worse things on this couch.”

Isaac furrowed his brow, “Did I miss something? Why are you acting like this?”

Rayne turned away and took another big drink of her wine, “Who’s the girl on your phone?”

Isaac put his hands in front of him, “My phone? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Isaac. She’s the lock screen on your phone. Who is she?”

“…my girlfriend, Vanessa.” Isaac said

“She’s your girlfriend?” Rayne slammed the glass on the table letting some wine fall to the carpet below.

“Hey, easy you’re gonna spill that.” Isaac said.

“How could you invite me over when you have a girlfriend?” Rayne said, “I got all pretty for you and drove all the way to you so you could tell me you have a girlfriend?”

“Hey, Rayne…you have to calm it down. People are sleeping.”

“Why did you make her your girlfriend?”

“What the fuck kind of question is that?”

“A legitimate one… I want to know what’s so special about her.”

 

 

Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose, “That’s not happening, that- that’s a bad idea.”

“No, tell me. Tell me how you stopped talking to me for two months after we went to Planned Parenthood and got a stupid hippie girlfriend who’s going to be over you in a month.”

“Rayne, I’m sorry… I didn’t do this on purpose.”

“Don’t you fucking dare say you’re sorry to me like you care about me at fucking all…didn’t do this on purpose…you’re disgusting.”

Isaac stood up, “I don’t know what to tell you, she’s my girlfriend now and I do still care about you. I don’t know…I-I just don’t know what the right thing to do is.”

“That’s such bullshit, Zac.” Rayne reached in her bag and pulled out a cigarette, “You knew even after all this time I’d come over here and give you the only thing you fucking want.”

“You need a light?” Isaac said as he sat back down

“No, I have my own.” Rayne said. She lit her cigarette and then downed the rest of her wine, “You are such a…” she groaned as exhaled smoke.

“Okay Rayne, you obviously hate me now so why don’t you just go?”

“Pour me more wine.”

Isaac clenched his jaw and poured more wine into her glass.

Rayne sat up and took a big drink of the Merlot, “You are going to sit here, shut up, and fucking listen to me for as long as I want you to.”

Isaac just looked at her.

She took another drink, “I’ve seen that girls Instagram already Isaac. And just so you know, she’s really going to leave you. You gave us up for someone that goes through guys like it was nothing…you’re so fucking stupid.”

She put out her cigarette on the side of the wooden table and left it there.

“And you don’t even care that you just cheated on her. You made me kiss you with your…” she wiped her hands on her face smearing her lipstick and groaned again. “You couldn’t just let me get away from you. You just had to have me back here to suck your filthy fucking cock and be your little fuck toy. You are…pure…evil.” Black tears streamed down Rayne’s face and mixed with her smeared lipstick.

 

 

 

A tear fell into Isaac’s lap and his head fell into his hands.

“You’re not allowed to cry…I killed my baby for you.”

Isaac stood up, “No,” he yelled, “You cannot put that on me, you have no fucking right to say that shit.” His hands curled into fist in front of him.

“What are you gonna do, hit me?”

“You think I would hit you?” Isaac said as he relaxed his hands and face.

“You’ve already hit me.”

“I smacked you when you asked me to.”

“I had a fucking black eye. I couldn’t work for two days…and I didn’t say you could talk.” Rayne yelled. She looked around the room, “Your family is so nice, they all get along and love each other and you and they gave you everything. How the fuck did you end up this way?”

“I’m just supposed to, what? Just trust everyone that comes into my life completely? You always said you loved me even after you would hook up with my friends right in front of me.”

“So what did this girl do?” Rayne retorted

“What? What are you talking about?”

“This new girl, why did you just cheat on her? What did she do?”

“Rayne, I-I”

“No, tell me. What? Did she make you feel insecure? Did she mock you? Did she not fuck you enough?”

Isaac just looked at her, “I do what I can to protect myself. I don’t expect anyone to understand.”

Rayne stood up and grabbed the bottle of wine and took a big drink, “You don’t even see how fucked up you are. That is so…so tragic that you can’t even hear yourself. You’re telling her what you did. If you don’t, I will.”

“Rayne, please don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Isaac let a tear fall from his face, “I still want her.”

 

 

Rayne shuddered and shook her head in disgust, “You know what,” she took another drink from the bottle, “I don’t need to ruin your relationship because you are going to do that all by yourself.”

Rayne just stood there with the bottle in her hand looking at the floor, “That was supposed to be my baby. You made me kill my baby.”

Isaac stepped towards her and tried to hug her.

“No, get the fuck off of me. You are not allowed to touch me. You’re never allowed to touch me.” Rayne picked up her purse, “I’m leaving,” she set the bottle back on the table and walked around the couch to the door.

“Rayne…you’re drunk.”

“I’ll take an Uber. I’ll get my car tomorrow while you’re at work.”

Isaac stepped over the back of the couch with tears still running out, “I-I don’t know how to show you how bad I feel. I don’t know how to show you that I really am sorry.

Rayne shook her head and put her hands on Isaacs face, “Honey, you’re not sorry for anything. You’re upset that you got caught. You are incapable of feeling sorry for anyone but yourself.

With that she pushed open the already cracked door and walked down the driveway.

“Rayne, I-“ Isaac tried to say anything

“You’d better hope someone fixes that door for you,” Rayne said as she opened the gate to the front yard, “I have a feeling those guitars are gonna be all you have very soon.”

Isaac retreated to the couch and sat in perfect tension as his lungs filled with dread and guilt and disgust. He picked up his phone and started typing only to give up almost immediately and drop it on the floor. He grabbed a pillow and screamed into it until his chest hurt and his jaw locked.

He wiped his tears and mucus up with his sleeve and looked down into the cabinet in front of him. He took another painful breath and stood up and inched towards the cabinet. He opened the door and reached to the back and pulled out a small flathead screwdriver.

He stared at it in disbelief for a moment before standing again. He then looked back at the door and exhaled.

 


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