One in the Same

Ch. 5: Blake

Two weeks.

    It had been two weeks since I caught sight of Jake's friend, Danielle coming by one night. She had been by a few times, I would see her through the peep hole or through the crack of my door when she walked past. The door didn't squeak, thank god, so when she would show up, I would open the door right of her view. And inhale the air that follows behind her. My dick would twitch in my pants at the smell of her scent; vanilla and some sort of honey perfume.

    I wanted to get lost in her scent. I wanted to be lost with her, in her.

    But you are in a committed relationship -- A committed abusive relationship. I was slowly making my move, and it had to be timed right. I could leave now, but I want to go to the extent of her not finding me.

    It had also been two weeks since my 'incident' as Anna called it. I don't remember much, other than Anna being on top of me and it was dark. She said I wasn't feeling well, and she took care of me that night. But somehow, the words she was saying didn't correlate to what I was trying to remember. Then when I had gotten out of bed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee, everything hit me all at once.

    Meeting Danielle, dinner, Anna being offered a job, the drinks. The assault. I sighed. I plucked my glass and looked inside; sure enough there was residue left in it, she didn't mix it well enough. So much anger boiled inside of me that I almost broke the glass. Instead, I tossed it into a ziploc bag jotting down the date on the bag, and put it in my shave bag in the bathroom along with the hard drive. Soon, everything was going to fall into place. Soon.

    Slowly throughout the morning, I was taking some of my things I knew I wanted to keep, and tossed them in a spare duffle of mine. Taking the full bag to the spare bedroom, I sat it on the floor inthe back of the closet. Each day Anna wasn't around, I plucked small things she wouldn't notice and stored them away; odds and ends of shoes I hardly ever wore, clothes. The spare room was a bedroom, but if I worked from home it was like a home office. Anxiety creeped into my chest as I took more and more things over the course of two weeks. It hardly looked like I lived in an apartment anymore. Most of her stuff was scattered everywhere. And to be fair, I liked it.

    I liked not having a reason to be here anymore. I liked the idea of being free. To start anew. But it also terrified me, and sent my nerves into overdrive. Back to the bathroom I went snagging my shave bag, and pulling out two white pills, swallowing them whole.

    It was my day off, and Anna was gone to work for training. Said she would be back in the evening. As much as I was happy that she got a job finally, I was more happy I had some freedom for a few hours. Jake had left about an hour ago to meet John at some spin class so he was gone for a couple of hours. It just left her in the apartment by herself. Alone. And I am here by myself. Alone. I shouldn't be thinking about her, let alone taking a shower and getting dressed to go meet her. It would be ridiculous of me to do. I was in a relationship and-

"Can I help you, Blake? Um, Jakes is gone right now. Well, he most likely will be the rest of the day."  A voice called to snap me back to reality. I was in front of Jake's door, and there she stood. Danielle.

    How the fuck did I get here?

    When did I get here?

    Her hair was knotted on the top of her head, toppled over in a mess, small hairs framed her round face, and a glimpse of a stud nose ring. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy, I'm guessing from crying. Who made her cry? What man hurt her, so I can find out and hurt them even worse. In a grave if you will. Small freckles dotted her nose, and fuck if I was turned on right now.