Blood At My Future

I: That's Just Great

The thrum of the bass sang throughout the apartment as she danced about in just a skimpy shirt, her heart felt free. She held her phone in her hand awkwardly trying to catch that "perfect angle" as the youth called it. Regardless, she smiled at the camera. Are those unicorns on my socks?

She tapped the send button and laughed to herself, admiring her reflection in the mirror as she ran around the room trying to freshen the place up for her boyfriend to come over. The pan on the stove sizzled and popped as the vegetables floated about the grease, just the topping for her long envisioned perfect dinner accompanied by strong red wine aged to perfection. But, that wasn't the case.

She turned to arrange the blankets on the couch, thinking of what would happen if he didn't like the dinner, and that must have been the cue. The pan burst into flames and she quickly turned with a shout, "God damn it!" She ran for the extinguisher, sock covered feet sliding on the wooden floor and she fell. She ripped the socks off her feet and cursed as she sprawled, grabbing the extinguisher. Hustling back to the pan like a linebacker and
she screamed her war cry and pulled the pin, unleashing the white foam. But as the pin released She realized where the hose was pointing.

The foam exploded like shaving cream from a can, right into her mouth and all over her face and she choked turning it around to the pan. The fire died with a loud hiss and she collapsed to the floor, sliding down the cupboard drawer until huddled with her knees at her chest.

"Well shit." She laughed and wiped the foam off into her sleeve. She stood and picked up the phone. "Yeah, hi, um I'd like to order a large Hawaiian pizza with extra cheese." She listened to the other end. "Yes I'd like the bread sticks too." Listened again. "Yes, at 4324 Cardagin Boulevard apartment 13. Thanks, b-bye." She sighed and dropped the phone, looking back to the mess of her stove and paced back to the bathroom.

She disrobed and climbed into the shower, running her nimble hands over her body, watching the foam race towards the drain in the floor. The shampoo was cold in her palm and she ran it through quickly along with conditioner. Good one Naomi, you fucked it up again... she sighed and hit the shower wall with her hand. Ow...

After cleaning up she grabbed a towel and dried off before putting on another button up shirt on, it belonged to Allan. She shook the towel over her hair while walking out into the pads living room and stopped, the front door was open.

A rustling noise from the bedroom startled her and she slowly moved forward, dropping the towel on the floor as her feet slid forward. The door to the bedroom was cracked and she approached with her hand out.

Quickly she threw the door open expecting a robber to rummaging through her jewelry but instead she found Allan. He was in the bed going at it with some whore from the New York streets and she just stood there with a slack jaw. She thought she could hear her heart breaking apart piece by piece. Tears began to pool down her cheeks, her blue eyes clouding over. Allan stopped breathless and turned quickly covering his nakedness with the sheets.

"Naomi!" Allan cried, eyes wide and shaking his head. "It's... it's not what it looks like." He held his hand out to her and She shook her head. Turning and running from the room, and straight out the front door. The cold rain pelting her bare legs as She pulled the plaid shirt to her skinny frame and ran.

"Naomi! Please wait." She could hear Allan chasing after her but all that mattered was getting away from his fucking lying ass face. He grabbed her shoulder and yanked her around. She didn't do the girly thing, she straight up punched him right in the face, the bones of his nose crunching beneath her fist and there was a lot of blood. He held his face and looked at her stunned. "Fuck!" He yelled trying to stop the gush. "Please just listen!"

It only filed her rage, "listen to your pathetic ass lies? Fuck you Allan." He sighed and took a step back.

"This is the first time, Naomi! I swear it!" She looked at him the rain running through the hair She used to play with in the mornings and just turned her face. He cradled her chin in his hand, quieting down and talking to her in a soothing voice. "Please just come in and we can talk about it. " She thought it through in her head and he smiled, but she shook her head.

"Go fuck yourself." That was that. Naomi, the beautiful woman betrayed and with a chest full of broken shards ran away from the hurt in the pouring rain leaving Allan to sit in shame.... and blood. A lot of fucking blood.

She ran until her bare feet hurt from the cold and she huddled beneath a street lamp and let herself fall apart. The tears mixing with the rain. She watched as the pizza delivery truck drove by, "Damnit, my fucking pizza too." She threw her head back in her hands. Ignoring the world. But she didn't sense the presence beyond the house across the street, watching her quietly.

He took a last huff of the cigar and dropped it in the puddle. And walked out of sight behind the building.

Naomi furrowed her brow and looked up scared, searching where the man had been but she saw nothing. And so she shrugged it off, That's just great...