Just Let Go

Darcy

Darcy

I put the key in the lock and push my front door open, turning to my caveman I wave bye and tell him I will see him at Woodstock tonight. It's just gone one so I have a few hours to chill before work. But the fumbling mess of Cara and Blake's flailing limbs, falling off my sofa sees to it that I will have no such luck.
"Darcy shut your fucking eyes!!!" I pull my hands up to cover my eyes and stand still, my ears picking up on whispered giggles and naughty words.
"Seriously guys, who's bleaching the fucking couch?" Their laughter drifts off upstairs so I assume all is safe. I catch a glimpse of a naked Blake's backside before he rounds the top of the stairs, I'm not complaining.
An hour later and I've cleared the mess the two rabbits left so kindly in our living room and our kitchen, and even the fucking entryway. Cara is making up for lost time, a lot! Heavy footsteps thud downstairs, I turn to find a slightly embarrassed Blake shrugging on his worn leather jacket,
"She's asleep upstairs. Look thanks for letting me stay here last night. Cara didn't tell me why, it isn't her place, but I know it was a big deal for you. So I just want to say I appreciate it." His warm smile touched my heart, so I held my breath and went for it. I hugged Blake. He was in my safety zone and I didn't mind him there. If he made my Cara happy and exhausted by lunchtime then he was good enough for me,
"Thank you Blake, for being one of the good guys.." His eyes flickered for a moment and I caught it,
"But if you harm one single hair on Caras head, I will still be tying your dick to your exhaust pipe and running that mother fucker into a wall..got it?" He threw his head back and laughed a deep laugh. His hazel eyes alight with humour,
"I will hold you to that Darcy, I'll see you tonight," I held the door open for him and watched him walk down the path, I glimpsed at my neighbours newly rejuvenated hydrangeas which reminded me,
"Blake!!" Turning back towards me listening intently,
"Next time you surprise Cara with flowers, get her hibiscus. They are her favourite, but the wild flowers you picked were beautiful just the same.." His smile was replaced by a look of confusion,
"I've not done the whole flower thing yet, but thanks for the heads up. Perhaps those flowers were for you?" With that he walked off down the road.
Shutting the door I went to find the flowers that were in the vase I'd put them in, in the kitchen. They were all wild and deep purples in colour. I never looked for a card as I assumed they were for Cara after I knew they weren't for me. Rustling through the leaves, a sharp scratch pricked my finger..
"Shit.." Fucking thorns, this is why wild flowers are a no no. I whip them up to throw them in the bin, as I do a shard of glass falls out, tainted with my fresh blood. What the fuck? There are some sick fucks out there. I threw it all in the bin and took the bag out for the rubbish men. Opening the wheelie bin I find three empty bottles of vodka in there. Unless Cara has become a secret alcoholic then our neighbourhood is really going to shit.