The Prostitute And The Player (Watty Awards 2011)

Chapter Nineteen

DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL CONTENT.

Caressing my face, Jake takes my face in his and continues kissing me, hard and wanting, desperate. Positioning myself on my knees, I unbutton his Hollister shirt and close my eyes. Deepening the kiss, without thinking about it, I shove my tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch, every crevice. What are you doing, Allie? How could you do this after just finding out about your miscarriage? My mind scolded me, but I couldn’t pull myself away.

“Allie!” Jake called, I could just picture himself running his hands through his hair in frustration. I couldn’t help myself. Stopping in the middle of the hallway, I attempt to gain my composure before I go out into the living room and kitchen area where I can hear that Caleb and the boys and Cindy must be playing Monopoly.

“Wanna play?” Caleb asks, eagerness in his eyes.

“No thanks bud,” I say, ruffling his somewhat growing hair and taking a drink out of my water bottle.

Taking a walk sounded like a grand idea, even though rain was pouring down on the cement streets, making it sound like pins hitting wooden floors. Whatever it was doing outside, it didn’t matter to me. I wanted to walk right now, be alone. Cindy met my eyes before I walked away, a look of sympathy shone in them.

Tearing out off the porch, some sort of smile comes onto my face. The rain pelts down onto my skin, leaving me feeling cleansed, my soul washed out after the horrible feeling of deteriorating a baby that had been growing inside of me. “Ah.” I say, letting out a sigh of relief.

Stripping out of my rather thick sweatshirt and my pants, I’m dancing in the rain in my panties and lacy black bra, not caring if the whole entire neighborhood saw me. Spinning around in circles, I hum some sort of song I’d heard on the radio. Jake smiles, leaning against the post holding up the roof above the porch. “Come on!” I say, urging him to dance in the natural pounding water.

“Allie-”

“Jake.” I say in the same monotone voice. I wanted to dance in the rain with my husband like in all of those old movies.

“Ugh, those gorgeous blue eyes of yours get me every time!” He runs to me in the rain, soaking himself from head to toe. I run away from him down the street, leaving him chasing me. It was sort of hard to run when you had a broken arm and a broken leg and were running on crutches, but at least Jake gave me a head start.

A major one.

My little brother appeared in the street and he was smiling at me. “I wanna play, I wanna play!” He exclaimed, running out into the street. Before I could see what was happening, an SUV was zooming down the street.

“Caleb!” I screamed, dropping my crutches. Jake glances over his shoulder, his playful smile turning into something horrified. I dropped my crutches instantly, and ran for all my might at my little brother no matter how hard it was, nor how painful. The SUV’s headlights swerved and just barely missed my little brother before I shoved him out of the way and slid, my elbows burning with cuts and scrapes.

I let out a sigh of relief, breathing heavily as Jake rushes over to me. “Allie, you have got to stop hurting yourself like this.” I think he actually had tears in his eyes for me.

“I’m fine!” I snap, annoyed.

Getting up, Jake holds me down. “Nope, no way.” Oh, great.

Caleb is screaming bloody murder, but Jake is able to calm him. The man in the SUV all but fights Jake right then and there for not keeping track of his slutty wife and his kid. I recognize the man instantly as a man I had treated at the bar.