Bad Decisions

“I would get down on my knees, I would do anything for you…”

I didn’t think he would take it literally. But then, he has a simple mind.

I’m too old to be on the floor that long, joints still popping when I enter the house hours later. And was it so hard just to do it in the bed? I’d disappear under the covers, lay my face in his lap. But then, he likes to tower over me, watch me be submissive.

Dick.

I slam my keys on the kitchen counter, open the refrigerator and stand there like anything’s changed since this morning. I stretch my neck. My jaw is still tight, my lips raw, when I burp I taste him.

I shut the door and take two fiery red cinnamon flavored gum sticks out of my purse. Suck on them between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

Suck. Poor choice of words. Too soon.

It’s hard to swallow, my throat still sore. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me down the length of him. The least he could’ve done was warn me before—

I dive for the sink, dry-heave over the drain for a solid five minutes, until my sides hurt. If only I can regurgitate the rest of him out of me before the seed takes root, leaves me planted here to rot forever.

Nortina


For Marquessa’s Fiction Friday song lyric challenge. Today’s prompt is: I would get down on my knees, I would do anything for you. She also asks us to tag one fellow fiction writer to join in this week. I’m tagging a blog I recently followed, SoloRien. She writes great stories in response to fiction prompts, and I’m eager to read what she comes up with for this one! 🙂

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