The Good in Sin

He Who Plays the Game

There wasn't a thing that made sense to her, so when the painful decision came to mind, she went home and called for Keith, not being able to hold back the tears she spilled as she spoke, telling him what happened.

"Sh, it'll be okay, I'll be over there as soon as I can." He assured.

But she didn't want him to go over there. She didn't want to leave Phoenix, and she didn't want Keith to touch her for the billionth time. But she had no choice. Not if she wanted to keep her son safe, and especially not if she wanted to keep her son.

Waiting with shaking fingers and not wanting to go through with it, Autumn did as she usually did and told herself to get over it. It was the easiest way.

The coffee was ready by the time the doorbell rang, and she went to open it. "I have cof-" She began as soon as she saw Keith, but she couldn't go on, because he barged in, embracing her desperately and kissing her like she was a precious rag doll.

She felt herself cringing and then felt herself crying. The house heavy with the essence of coffee filled with heavy breathing as he scooped her up and dropped her on the old couch. She felt crowded, as if surrounded by a million other people in the middle of a busy street. Like a parade, or maybe a busy beach on a warm summer day.

Autumn's tears continued on as he undressed her, those crudely familiar lips dragging places on her body she wished she didn't have. Autumn's tightly shut eyes still leaked tears, and she heard as the man on top of her unzipped himself and used Autumn until spent.

She tried so hard to stop crying, because as she did, Keith smudged the tears away and licked the salty sorrow into disappearance. Normally he didn't like it when she cried, but it seemed he spared her this time, and was a little more gentle than he'd normally be.

His voice whispered in her ear, while he was on the verge of letting go, and it only made things worse for her. "Don't cry. Everything will be just...-" He grunted as he tightly shut his eyes, the young woman's lip hurting between her chattering teeth, trying to find something to stare at but knew whatever she chose she'd never be able to see it the same again. "Fine." He sighed out, groaning her name as if she had his. She hadn't. She never did, not unless he told her to.

After he collapsed on top of Autumn, he wrapped his legs around her figure, holding on like it was normal to do so. He brushed her tears away, kissing her lips in a way that felt cold to her. "Stop crying." He told her.

She wanted to listen, but she just felt so terrible. It wasn't like she hadn't ever cried when they were together. Sometimes she'd shed a tear, or maybe two, but most of the time she'd just tell herself to block it out- the physical pain. This was different, though. She sobbed silently as he tore off her clothes, and she did as he finished afterwards. There was so much for her to cry over.

First, the throbbing pit of disgust that refused to leave her body at the reminder of the man still in her. The possessive and kind man who was once just a friend. Literally, a friend. Not a rich creep. She hated the thought of being underneath someone while her son was probably awake and afraid in the hospital, while she was lying on the couch, naked.

"Why didn't you call sooner? I know you went without food for a little while." His painfully even voice asked. She hated hating him, because he did so much for her. Autumn constantly had to remind herself that a few visits were worth the price to pay for a healthy and happy life for her son.

"I figured I could handle it." She said in a whisper, staring up at the ceiling as her tears leaked.

He exited her and sat up, throwing on his clothes. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital." He said, leaving her to get dressed.