Diary of a Sociopath

Chapter 7- The Giving Mood

Thanksgiving Day

I arrived with flowers in hand as I was welcomed with a kiss on the cheek and a hug from Matthew that lingered until Ava peeled him from my leg. Wasting no time, I was instructed to sit at the table that was decorated in fall cuisine. The sight of candied yams, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and of course the main turkey made my soul at ease. Her kind eyes and beautiful appearance completed the scene as her hand fell on mine underneath the table. There was something different about her this time; Ray was now six feet underground and rotting like the scum he was, while I sat abreast his son and woman, being the man they both deserve; a protector. But the look in her eye was as if she had a clearer perception of things. As if there was no dark cloud hanging over her anymore; as if she had a chance to be happy.

Throughout the night, we caught each other's glances as she did not move her hand from mine. Matthew spoke of the different superheroes he played as at school and I chimed in telling him how he was my favorite superhero and he smiled brightly. I offered to do the dishes for Ava, but upon being rejected several times, I eventually accepted it, and decided to occupy Matthew's focus. He showed me his bedroom which was left a mess from him playing with toys several days prior. I could tell Ava tried to keep in clean as everything else was in pristine collection. I chuckled at the thought of her fighting so hard, and then Matthew and I spoke of his superhero attire. I began to draw it for him before Ava us both front and center.

Marching like a pouting child, I stood in front of her with Matthew by my side as she was now gleaming. Perhaps seeing her son so happy, or knowing he had someone to protect and entertain him made her this way. She pulled a pie from the fridge with some eggnog in her other arm as she pointed to the living room.

"Why don't you put the movie in?" She asked Matthew as he nodded and ran to the living room. Placing my glass on the table, my eyes couldn't help but lock to Ava. She slaved over the sink, partially sweaty with a damp shirt from the dishes that refused to behave. With a deep focus on her task, she would alter from biting her bottom lip to swiping loose hair that tried to hang over her eyes. All of which made me grip my glass enough until it broke.

"I am so sorry..." I said as a blush rang over me. Deep enough to be seen apparently from the kitchen. She quickly withdrew a washcloth from beside her in a drawer and covered it with soap and began scrubbing while I took the glass from the vicinity and asked Matthew to place some shoes on so he did not hurt his feet while I then vacuumed it together. Feeling so domestic, I thanked them both for helping before apologizing profusely to her until she kissed me in the kitchen-not caring if Matthew was near or not.

I smiled to her as we then sat upon the couch, watching a cartoon about a turkey who was set to be dinner and with the help of other trusted animals, was able to escape before it was too late. The premise made me feel slightly immature and even a waste of time, but with her head on my shoulder and Matthew smiling-it was worth it.

As the movie ended, Ava rose to turn off the television to find him fast asleep on the chair. I could tell that she too was exhausted as her eyes looked heavy so I moved to him before she could collect him.

"I got him." I said low as I took him into his bedroom and placed him under the covers before turning his nightlight on and shutting the door. When I returned to the living room, I found Ava was absent and decided to look around until she returned. My eyes lingered on several photographs of Ava with Matthew-several of which were taken outside the house. There was something beautiful in the way she looked at her son-something so enticing.

I heard her door creak open as she emerged in a silk robe that showed her legs and the majority of her thighs. Being tied loose around her waist, it kept her chest open enough to leave little to the imagination.

"I have been thinking a lot about us...and I find it silly to wait for the inevitable..." She said as she moved one leg on either side of me and placed her palms on my shoulders. I could not hide how it was indeed enticing, and a large blush fell over my cheeks as she smirked in return. "Unless I read the situation incorrectly..."

"No." I said quickly-in fear of her pulling away. She nodded before initiating a kiss that I pushed further by gripping onto her tightly. At that very second, I wanted to take her in every way possible-not caring if anyone would see or hear. Not even if it would hurt either one of us. The lustful tension was building up for months by now, and with her in this dressing, it made it impossible to resist.

I could feel her tongue graze my bottom lip and I slightly opened my mouth enough to feel her tongue push against mine. And as if in war, we began a french kiss that resulted in her unbuttoning my shirt. Tearing it from my body, she scanned me and outlined my arms before returning her lips to mine. Taking a moment from every sex scene on television and movies everywhere, I moved my lips to her neck where she proceeded to groan and smirk before biting her bottom lip. My hand also slid up her leg, careful not to harm her as I felt my touch was too strong and she was so very fragile underneath my fingers. I felt her pull from me before thinking I had hurt her.

"Relax..." She said as she slowly massaged my shoulders as I playfully closed my eyes and acted as if it felt better than what the moment was to lead to. She smirked before beginning another handful of kisses before I picked her up and set her underneath me. I could feel her heart race against me as she quickly removed her hair from the pin she recently placed it up in. My kisses moved in separate sections on her body, lingering in locations that appeared to make her more desiring of me. Her nails dug into my back, pulling me into her as she wrapped her legs around me.

Her soft lips played with my ear as I rested my chin against her shoulder-enough to be comfortable and closer to her. Her words then crawled through my ears and to my soul, where it sent shivers down my body.

"I want you inside me..." she said as I pulled away, looking into her eyes and hovering over her enough to see her. My hands moved before I could move them as they pulled her legs further into me and her undergarments away from me. I could feel myself ache as I needed a release-and she was the only way to get it. I closed my eyes as I felt her fingers upon me, trying to help me.

But before anything could happen, the sound of something loud popping outside caught our attention as something was then thrown at her windows. Jumping up from the couch, I rebuckled my belt after adjusting myself and headed outside to see it was my tires being popped and eggs at the house. I recognized the car to be the one that held the men who attempted to rape her and instantly knew who number 5 and 6 were going to be.  On Thanksgiving...how I am thankful for the release I got this day, as they took me from her...They would now see red on this holiday...