Submit to Me

9 - Aaron

Finally, after thirty minutes of trying to wake up Angela, her eyes fluttered open. She looked at the surroundings around her, and then her eyes found mine.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good. Sleepy. But good."

"You'll feel quite sleepy today. You'll also feel a lot of pain and discomfort where I did the facial procedures, so make sure to keep up with the pain medication I'll be prescribing you. I'm leaving you with a care package and recovery guide for the next thirty days. Please follow it religiously. Tomorrow, I'll need you to return so I can check my incisions and make sure there isn't a start to an infection."

"Okay," she responded groggily.

"I'll explain to your mother the aftercare process as well. She'll be helping you for the next month, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good. Make sure to get lots of rest today."

"I will."

As I headed to the door, Angela breathed, "Thank you for doing this for me."

"No problem."

"And I'm sorry about—"

I raised my hand, stopping her from saying anything more. "It's all good. If anyone is sorry, it's me."

"So, how many more surgeries will I need?"

"It all depends. But we'll discuss that another time. Right now, I want you to get some rest."

After leaving Angela's room, I headed to the waiting area to speak to her mother to review the instructions I needed Angela to follow. Afterward, I sat in my office and stared at the wall for the longest time, thinking about what I should do about Saturday.

For the past week, all my friends annoyed me—Every. Fucking. Day. Trying to talk me into going to the stupid party. But I get it. This was Mr. Hanson's dying wish, and he was the most incredible social studies teacher everyone loved having.

I wouldn't mind seeing him, but there are also many others I went to school with I don't care to see.

Hudson was the pushiest of my friends, insisting I go. Every time I asked him why it was so important for me to attend something that I didn't care about? His remarks were always because. And if it weren't that, he'd say it was because I needed to get my head out of my ass. Or, he'd say, since none of us went to the other two reunions, wouldn't it be nice to see how everyone aged and changed?

He also claimed it would be good for me to get out and socialize instead of going out looking to stuff someone's pussy for the night.

The funny thing about that is, since the threesome with Trent, I haven't once gone to his club, Lucky's, or any other club looking for pussy. All I've done was work, go home, eat, watch TV and movies, and sleep.

On top of that, I thought about my life. Where I saw it ten, twenty, and thirty years from now, I thought about what it would be like to remain single. I wondered what it would be like to share my life with someone. I wondered what it would be like raising kids. And I wondered how my grandmother would react if I were to tell her I was finally seeing someone. I imagined her expression, eyes widening, smile, and voice's sound when she expressed her happiness. Everything.

I also thought about what I'd do if I continued to stay single. Would I be happy? Would I be depressed? Lonely? Thrilled? Content? Complete?

And I wondered what my parents would say to me if they were still alive. Would they be doing and saying exactly what my grandmother has been trying to push me into doing?