Sad Short Stories

Beaches (part 1)

     Growing up in Southern California was the best. I had everything. I didn't know hurt or loss. I only knew the simple pleasures that I have experienced through out my subtle life. The sand between my toes, the water holding me in a blanket, the sunlight coercing me into a state of serenity. I didn't know anything else. 

     My sophomore year of high school I still loved my life in this ordeal fashion. There wasn't a feeling that was permanent besides the feeling the beach would give me. But that had changed in a heartbeat. I was almost 16 when I met John. He moved from Nevada and no one liked him. There wasn't a time when he didn't have some ear buds in. He was weird and no one really could get used to him. He had this flippy black hair that hung over his eyes. He was always decked on out in black and had a pair of earnings in his ears. Even then he intrigued me. 

     After being forced to show him around (I take my job in ASB seriously) I saw a side of him that no one else bothered to see. He was kind, humble, and sweet. Soon enough John made me feel things that no one else could. He was my everything. I ended up falling hard, and in return he fell for me too. We gave each other everything. I gave him my first kiss, he gave me his word. We gave each other our purity. Fast forward 2 years and we just graduated. John works the night shifts at Uncle Barry's Bar and grill while I worked shifts at Denny's just so we could pay the bills. I took night classes at the community college when I wasn't working. I never told John about it though. I wanted us to have a better life. As kids in school we screwed up. John never paid attention to his studies and I was always preoccupied with everything else to get anything above a B-. 

    I still loved our little life. I really didn't see John all that much, but when I did we made the best of it. If we were lucky we got the same day off. Those days would be spent in the best ways. For hours upon hours John and I would ravish each other in the bedroom. The sex was to die for and each time it only got better. When we weren't fucking each other senselessly we would sleep. 

      Our life carried on like this for a few years. That was until one horrible Thursday night. I had just got off work when I decided I wanted to surprise John at work. We never had time together and I wanted him to still know that I love him regardless. When I got there I asked Barry about John. Barry told me he had been out back for a while. So what did I do? I put my coat on and walked about the back door into an alley behind the bar. I saw John alright. I saw his bare back first. Then I heard it. 

      I just stood there for a long time, taking in what I saw. John had one hand on the wall and another supporting a pretty little blonde on his waist. They were both shirtless. Johns pants hung a little lower and the girl was braless. The only piece of clothing she did sport was a pair of underwear that was adjusted so John had better access. She had her arms all over him. He didn't care though. He just pounded and pounded. Fucking her in a way he never fucked me. It didn't take long for them both to finish. The girl noticed me first. 
     I couldn't move. My own eyes had witnessed yet my heart still would not, could not, believe it. I wanted to marry this boy. I wasted 5 years of my life with this boy. There was no way he could do this to me.
      Blondie kept giving me a weird look and pointing at me until John finally noticed. Trashy enough neither had made any advances to get dressed. It was cold outside but their unholy escapade probably kept them warm enough. John turned towards me. In that moment I was 17 again. His eyes took me back. I had fallen in love with those green eyes. They had shown me a world I had yet to experience. Things were different though. We weren't 17 and he obviously didn't love me anymore.
    He opened that pretty mouth that had lavished me so many times. Just to ravish her in the end. He quickly closed it again, looking like a fish out of water. He looked so different than he had back in high school. His hair was cut shorter, no longer in his eyes. He had gotten taller and bulked out. He was no longer that scrawny kid. I thought he still was on the inside though. Still the same kid I gave my heart and virginity to. He wasn't.
    "Kitty Kat." he said softly, as if I hadn't caught him doing anything wrong. He spoke to me as if I were a small child too young to understand. His eyes tried to convince me he was innocent. I just shook my head at him and gave a chuckle. I had lost my mind.
     "Kat, this is just a misunderstanding. Lets go home and talk about it." his words made me furious.
     "You know John, I love how you say its a misunderstanding. I think I understood pretty well. What's to not understand? You put your dick in her when you had a girlfriend at home. A girlfriend who had stuck with your ass for 5 years." I turned to leave. I was done. I had given him so much I couldn't give him more.
     "Kitty Kat, please. Come back I didn't mean it. I love you. Please don't leave me" he grabbed my fore arm as he begged. He pulled me to his still bare chest. He was cold and wet. Wet from the sweat. The sweat he had produced fucking her. I wiggled out of his grip.
     "Is it a bad time to say I'm pregnant. Congrats daddy" I sneered at him with so much hatred. His jaw dropped ever so slightly. His eyes puzzled. Blonde bimbo just now managed to get her clothes back on and was trying sneak past us, looking awkward as hell.
    I had enough. I walked away and this time he didn't call for me. There was silence. I opened the door to the bar and as I walked in everyone went about with their night. Except for Barry. His eyes were so sympathetic. He knew. I shook my head yet again in disappointment and disbelief. I just continued walking.
     I made it to my car and pondered where I should go.
      The only place that ever felt like a home was all a lie. That beat up apartment I had shared with him. Our parents had given us a little money to help us at first. They were glad to have us out of their hair. I was so happy when we were given the keys. It may have been dark and dingy but it had given us so much happiness. Now it would only be a reminder of what he had done.
     My parents would not want me back. I hadn't spoke to them in almost 2 years after a fight.
     I just sat crying until I had enough. I was done. So done of feeling so hurt. How could he just throw the life we had built away. I was a week away from getting my degree in business. I was pregnant. Already I had been offered a job position for a corporation once I graduated. Courtesy of my boss who had told her friend about me. My life was supposed to be looking up after years of trying to make it better. So why was it like I was looking into an abyss?
    I just drove. Too tired mentally to know where I was actually going until I got there.
     The beach.