The Unimaginable

In The Dark

"I honestly want nothing to do with you right now."

I massaged my forehead as Carlos stood in front of my desk, with white roses and an apologetic look.

"You're stressing me out and that shouldn't happen. The kiss was a distraction, why can't you get that?"

That made him angry and I almost snorted. He's angry? I lost an amazing guy in the process. I shake in my chair trying to erase the feelings, no feelings.

"Kalia, youve only ever done that once in the past. I shouldve shot him really, he was out of line touching you like that."

I glare at him and raise an eyebrow. "Since when are you the judge of that?"

"Since I became much more then your right hand man three years ago and you know that."

I quickly look away and out the window to see the family downstairs enjoying their evening in the ballroom.

"You know we could be so much more, why dont you just accept that?" He moves around the desk and spins my chair to face him and I avoid his gaze. It was all a mistake, I don't want to think about it. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair before grabbing my chin and bringing me to look at him. "I know that look. For the hundredth time baby, it wasn't a mistake. Please let's just talk this out?"

I snap my head away but answer his question. "One, don't call me baby." I stand and walk a good distance from him. "Two, don't tell me what it was and what it wasn't because I fucking remember Carlos, I remember it all."

"Then please lets just try again?! Its best for us all, its what your dad wouldve wanted!"

I feel something in me snap. Wether it was because of what he said being true or wether it was the fact that he actually brought up my dad when he knows he should never. I ignore him and touch the books on the shelves instead. My mother used to read me all these books when I was younger and I still remember sitting in this exact office, begging her to stay with my dad longer afraid that everytime I'd leave it would be the last time I'd see him. It took a couple years till one day it actually was the last time.

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I'm going to kill somebody.

Sike, I could never. I've just been having this burning angry feeling in me since that night. I can't shake the conflicting images. Me and her. Her on me. Her under me. Her touch. Her words. Her.

But then there's her and him. Him holding her. Him touching her. Her kissing him. Fucking bastard.

I punch the punching bag multiple times letting my anger cool down a little before hitting the showers.

She slipped though my fingers. Damn it Janet.

It was a late night and I was in charge of closing the gym tonight. It was going on 11 o'clock when I shut all the lights off, locked the doors, and headed to my truck. The parking lot was empty and quiet besides the highway cars a couple miles away.

"Do you always walk alone in the dark?"

What the? I stop in my tracks and turn around to see her. I didn't even hear her footsteps or anything like that. But yet, she's still here.

The girl I've had in my head for a week. I stare at her and she looks the same but some how 20x more beautiful as she wears all black jacket and tights and has her jet black hair pulled into a tight high pony tail.

"Do you always sneak up on people in the dark?"

She smiles slightly. "If circumstances have it."