Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 56.: Awake

Seeing May was... strange, to say the least. I've lived with her for fifteen years, I've seen her face every day, and every day I wanted to lock her in the room and turn the lights off just to make her scream and cry. But that's why she can endure a lot. Or I merely caused childhood trauma...

Either way, May almost never cries. Yet there I was holding her and hugging her, while she fought back the tears unsuccessfully. Whether she wanted to cry or not is beyond me; maybe she just used me to hide her tears from her kids. No matter what the reason, she left a damp area on my shirt when she let go.

I've been beating around this subject for the rest of the day and most of the night. Was there anything else I could have done to make her feel better? I took her and the kids out, which apparently helped a lot. I hugged her back and it looked like she appreciated it. But could I have really done anything else? And if yes, then what? I can't think of anything that would do the trick, except maybe beat up Thomas so badly the doctor would have to put him in a coma.

She will be fine. Bram and Ewan will be too. This meeting wasn't much, at least not in my opinion, but at least May trusts me more about her kids. It looked like she would even allow me to take the kids for a drifting session, and with my sister that is not just something that happens that casually.

She said she'd call me in the following week to get me into wedding planning. It's a weird thing to imagine - me, Nathan Price, planning a freaking wedding. At least it's not my own.

Despite her promise I want to call her right now, right in the middle of the night. I know she can be strong, but she was such a mess when we parted this afternoon. For all I know she could be awake, feeling alone and lost, and my call could be a saving grace. But she could also be asleep after long hours of trying to do so, and my call would be what a meteorite was for dinosaurs.

I turn to the other side after lying on my back for such a long time that it started to ache. After I've stayed awake for way longer than I expected, thinking about May and being worried about her, I believe I could now really fall asleep.

I repeat the words in my head to stop myself from running wild. May will be fine. If anything this is an opportunity for her to meet someone who's already mature and knows what he expects from life. She and Thomas were pretty young when they decided to tie a knot, but that was to be expected from May. She has always been in love with the idea of prince in the shining armour, and once Thomas came by, she started to believe that was him. I think he had the entire family fooled, all of us fairly liked him, and this stunt that he's pulling on May now is really uncalled for.

Enough about May. I need to sleep.

I pull the covers over me to enhance the level of comfort, but the moment I close my eyes, I get a strange flashback of today's morning. Can you freaking believe it was this morning that I woke up next to a stunning lady, was pushed into a closet, then ushered out from her apartment, and hugged by my sister?

I need a vacation.

So, my thoughts wander, and they wander back to Annabelle. Strangely she could be feeling the same way as May now. They both have exes, for both it's all been very recent, and they both had me to comfort them.

Then an unpleasant one follows. I know I've been used for sex before. Let's be honest, I use others for sex and others do the same thing to me, but that's the truth that needn't be spoken out loud. With Annabelle, however, this takes a turn for the worse - I'm her pity sex. She's lonely, she's sad, and she's still getting used to being single. She likes to spend time with me, have sex occasionally, and is super chill about it.

Too chill!

Okay, I confess. I have used desperation of women to my advantage, but that was in college only. There were those that would stalk you for a week to follow, asking you out for coffee, but mostly they knew exactly that I wasn't the angel sent from up above to take their exes' places. I was the opposite - the devil to make them forget about their Adams.