Deal With the Devil: A Lloyd Hansen Story

VI

Lloyd and I had just finished dinner. I was downing wine while he cleaned off the dishes in the sink.

It had been awkward since he walked out earlier today. I wanted to confront him.

"Look Lloyd. I'm sorry for stopping you I just...I needed a little bit of time. Just a day to not be as sore."

"Yep."

"I'm not just here for sex."

"Mhm."

I sighed and rested my head back. I finished off my wine before getting up to grab more.

"You've had enough." Lloyd said.

"Oh my god shut up."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

He rolled his eyes and finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher. I continued drinking wine. Lloyd came over and took my glass away, finishing my wine off before putting it away.

I gave him a look and grabbed my vape.

"Why are you so mad about the fact that I stopped you? It wasn't a big deal."

"I thought we were maybe opening up and having a normal discussion."

"What like the fact that your dad beats your mom to a pulp? Thank you so much for showing me a bit of sympathy by deciding that you aren't going to do the same thing to me. It means a lot."

He gripped the counter tops and sighed. "That was actually an important topic to me. My parents aren't like yours. They don't love each other and go on expensive trips and galavant their days away. They worked for what they got."

"I get it. Okay? I'm sorry that I ruined your ptsd followed by railing me straight into the shower wall. I'm sorry that my body needs a tiny bit of time. God forbid."

"Well maybe you should've actually taken good dick instead of preppy boys with micropenis's that probably finished in thirty seconds."

"Oh yeah like that's my fault that I don't know what a guys dick size is before I take him home. Maybe you shouldn't be fucking an ugly blonde chick that's anorexic and is so loose that you have to fuck her loose ass to feel anything."

"Oh yeah. Thanks for that advice."

"You're welcome."

"God you're such a fucking spoiled brat."

"Mhmm. Well you were moaning that spoiled brats name multiple times last night. You called that spoiled brat beautiful. I know for a fact that you came harder than you ever had just from spoiled brats pussy so maybe, just maybe, think about what you're saying because yet again, I have the higher ground."

"Yeah right. You don't have shit."

"Oh okay."

Lloyd gave me a dark stare. I rolled my eyes, going to the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey and heading upstairs.

I decided to go into a different bedroom. I found one and shut the door, laying down on the bed. I felt the tears start to well up again.

It was one step forward, two steps back.

He would be nice, and the second I was going a different route he insulted me.

But yet he gets to sit there and insult me and I have no say over it. It was so stupid.

I opened up the bottle of whiskey and took a swig. This bedroom was very plain. I opened the drawers and found nothing.

I sighed and sat back against the bed. I stayed there for thirty minutes, and the more I drank, the more my emotions started skyrocketing.

I felt tears starting to rub down my cheeks. I didn't even realize.

I set my head back against the headboard and sighed.

I heard my name being called by Lloyd. I didn't say anything.

"Vanessa! Where the fuck are you..."

He opened the door. I wiped my face and got up, walking past him to go downstairs. He just stayed where he was.

I put the whiskey away. God I drank more than I thought. I took a deep breath and went to go sit in one of the living rooms. I heard Lloyd walking around. I turned on the tv and sat back with a blanket.

A few minutes later and Lloyd came in with water. He handed it to me. I drank some.

"I thought you said you weren't one to cry."

"Fuck you. Get out of my face." I whispered.

He rolled his eyes and sat down next to me. I didn't say a word.

He then moved me to face him. I winced as he wiped my cheeks with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You." I said.

"Okay. Well I'm sorry... I guess."

I sighed and rested back. I was not sober enough for this.

I closed my eyes. Lloyd kissed my forehead.

"I am just as upset as you about all of this. My freedom is lost too. I'm sorry if I'm taking it out on you but you're doing the same thing to me. It can't just go one way and you just expect it to go well."

I nodded. I opened my eyes and stared at him. I felt upset all over again.

"Woah okay stop. You need sleep. I can't deal with crying people."

I sighed and got up. Lloyd turned off the tv. He brought me upstairs. I went to my closet and put on some pajamas before coming back in and laying down.

I laid away from Lloyd's side. I didn't wanna look at him anymore.

A few minutes later and Lloyd got in. And then, he pulled me in. He was spooning me.

I didn't say anything. He was so warm.

I closed my eyes, and felt myself drift off to sleep.

•••

I woke up to the sound of moving and banging downstairs. I looked over to see lloyd still asleep. He was shirtless, but peaceful.

"Lloyd. Hey.." I whispered. He groaned.

"What?" He asked. "Go back to sleep."

"No there's someone downstairs." I said. He sat up.

He heard it right away. He grabbed his gun from his drawer.

He looked at me. "Stay there. Don't move."

I nodded. He went to the door, but it swung open.

And there stood my dad.