One-shot Meryl Streep

Stuck

The way I end my nights has nothing to do with anyone. Especially since I'm a lonely divorced middle aged actress with so much sexual frustrations, it fucking kills me! My favourite thoughts is those of me and Don. What I hate about it by the end is when I see his face. The disappointment in his eyes. Gosh, I fucking hate Dustin! How could he?! Now my husband thinks I was cheating all along! Well, Don came in on the wrong time, Dustin grabbed me in his arms and kissed me out of the blue saying the weirdest shit. Fuck!
With my heart pounding incredibly fast, I look at the empty space on the bed next to me. Divorced. That's what I am. No more sex late night, flirting at midnight with him and especially no more hearing his breathing when he's sleeping.

Daylight dragged me out bed like a Monday morning. It's Saturday and I've got a million things to do. First, shopping and then I need to go to Henry's house. I put in a short loose black dress and shake my hair loose. I grab a big black hat on my way out and my bag. What's the odds I'll get noticed today?

So that's what I did. I went to the shops and got a bunch of stuff. Food, drinks and other shit I don't even need. In the car, I threw a few things in my handbag since it's so in my nature to carry food and drinks around. Listen, one little sound from my tummy and I'm eating!

I walk up to Henry's apartment seeing the door is open. I kick it close behind me and look around. No one's here? Besides that, didn't he ever learn to keep the door closed.
"Henry!" I yell out and put my handbag on the table. It's awfully quiet.
"No! Don't tell me you closed the door!"
I look at Don that came running into the kitchen. He stop and swear to himself.
"What? It's not safe to keep the door open," I role my eyes and look around. "Where's Henry?"

"He went out," he reply and give a heavy sighed going to the door. "We're stuck."
"What?" I ask and look at the door. The door is... "Fuck! How the hell did this happen?"
"Oh my gosh," Don grab his front head and look down hopelessly. "I hate this. He won't be back till tomorrow so he asked me to stay here and look after his apartment. You can open the door from either sides..."
"You were gonna sleep with an open door?" I ask raising an eyebrow. He nod. I shake my head in disbelief.
"Now he's really going to need someone to fix this," Don say and take a seat at the table. "He just had his refrigerator emptied because the food in it got old. I was going to order pizza."
"We can climb through the window," I shrug my shoulders.

"And fall 10m down to the ground? Have you read your mind?" Don glare at me. I role my eyes and take my phone out. He give me an odd look. "What are you doing?"
"I have to tweet this. #stuckwithmyex. See a topic on Monday, Meryl and ex-husband stuck in son's apartment or Meryl killed her ex-husband," I reply sarcastically. "No dumbass! I'm going to read some fan fictions on wattpad. You should see what they write about me. Especially between me and Pierce. That has me masturbating at least three times a night."
I wonder what my fans would say if I told them I'm reading these. Don starts choking. Well, air or spit? He won't die. I take a seat opposite of him. I just want to get him angry and irritate him because of the fact that he didn't give me time to explain yet.

"This is fan fic between me and Pierce. See here, they've actually already wrote how our marriage has spiraled out of control..."
"Can you just stop?" he ask annoyed. I put my phone down and give him a spiteful look.
"Why? Was Dustin too much?" I ask and slam my hand on the table. "You brought this on yourself, Gummer. I fucking loved you and you didn't have the decency to listen first. You just pushed the divorce papers under my nose and fucked my heart up."
"I saw enough," he reply and stand up. "That's why you both told the world why you hated each other, to keep the attention away."
"You're unbelievable," I role my eyes and go to the door and slam on it hoping we can get out somehow. "I hate this fucking door!"
"Just give up," he say annoyed. I stop and look down. The quiet is so awful.
"I never cheated on you, Don," I say and turn around to look at him. "Dustin...he...he came to the house and said he needed to talk to me. It's about someone that attacked him for what he did to me back then. I invited him in and then... He pushed against the wall and tried to kiss me. If you knew how hard I tried to fight him off... You have no fucking idea."
I shake my head with tears in my eyes. He fold his arms and just look at me.
"Then you came in," I begin to cry. "And you immediately jumped on conclusions because I couldn't fight him off any longer. When he saw you, he told me this affair won't work with you in the picture and then he fled. You just stood there. You just fucking stood there, Don! My own husband chose stupid conclusions over the truth and it costed my marriage! I hate you!"

I look down and fold my arms to comfort myself. My heart is broken into millions of pieces. How will I ever be able to feel whole again.
"You should've told me," Don finally speak.
"Well, I tried," I say giving him an angry look. "And don't tell me I should've tried harder. It's not my fault our marriage ended. You should've listened."
I finall take the hat off my head abd throw it on the table.
"I'm sorry," Don say. I shake my head and open my handbag. "Meryl?"
"You're going to have to do a lot more than that," I say and take out the foods and drinks putting it on the table. "Fuck, I forgot the milk in the car. Now it's going to bet ruined."
"I can jump 10m for you."
"Just don't," I say with a foolish look on my face. "You're an old man and will probably break you neck of something and die."
"So you'll rather be stuck with me?" he ask and take a seat.
"No, if you die, I want to be the cause of your death," I reply straightforward and look at the Tinkies. "This everything is our dinner. Just not the piece of bread in the lunchbox. It's been laying in my handbag since January."
Don grab his mouth disgusted. I role my eyes and grab it walking to the dustbin.
"It's a joke," I say and open it throwing the bread away. "I wanted to eat it yesterday with tea in the car after work, bur there was an ugly spider in it. I threw the spider away, but forgot the bread."
"You forgot the bread?"
"Yeah."
I throw the lunchbox in the sink and walk to the table.
"Truth?"
"Okay so I wanted to poison Dustin. Happy?"
He smile satisfied and nod. I role my eyes and take a seat picking up my phone.

It's late night and we're in the living room eating. I'm paying no attention to Don.
"Oh my gosh just fucking kiss me already," I role my eyes. I'm reading on a 1% battery here!
"Who?" Don ask sitting on the sofa.
"Pierce," I reply. I throw the phone down and fall down on the floor crying because the phone went off. "Ahhh! I hate my life!"
"It's just a story," Don laugh. I glare at him and sit up straight.
"And you're just one of my exes," I go back at him. He laugh and lay down on the sofa since I'm sitting on the floor. He look at the television again. I look down then back at him. "I'm bored?"
"Wanna have sex?"
"No, you're a pig," I reply and fold my arms angrily at that suggestion.
"Call it a piggy-ride then."
"I hate you," I say and look at him. "But I love what you did there."
He laugh and sit up straight just looking at me. I look down awkwardly and move further away from the couch so that he can stop being so fucking creepy!
"Stand up," he say and stand up. I do as he says and stand uo to my feet. He walk closer and take a deep breath in. He better not kiss me! I will kick him in his nuts! "If it'll make you better, you can hit me."
"Can I hit on you?" I ask. He give me an odd look. Okay, that didn't come out the way I want it.
"Can I just..." he awkwardly stand closer and lift up my dress taking his hand down. My heart jump when he touched me between my legs sending dozens of goosebumps down my body. "Great sequel of a musical, you're wetter than my mouth."
"Take your hands off Debbie," I groan at him.
"She has a name?" he ask raising both eyebrows. I nod and glare at him. I gasp in horror when he grabbed me between my legs pressing his hand hard against my whole female area. "Tell Debbie, she has a new boss now."

I stand then terrified as he pull away and walk to the kitchen. My legs feels so numb. Gosh, I'm going to kill him.
"You ain't getting shit!" I yell. When he came back, I immediately grab my dress and hold it tight against me so that he won't repeat that move. Although, I actually want that, but I won't show it.
"Don't worry," he laugh and grab his glass. Walking pass me, he spank me hard on my butt. I grab my butt and give him an angry look.
"Did you just hit me?" I ask following him to the kitchen.
"I had to," he reply and wash out his glass. "You're annoying me. Bad girls need to be taught a lesson."
"I'm not a bad girl!" I yell at him. "I'm going to bed."
Before we could exchange another word, I went up to Henry's room. Well, bathroom first! I have to behave myself. I'm in my son's apartment!

I woke up just after midnight. It's so quiet in the house. I walk down to get something to drink. I couldn't help but stop in front of the spare bedroom. Hearing Don breathing. It's just...so perfect. After drinking something, I didn't return to my bed. Instead, I went to Don. I climb in by his feet and crawl all the way up to lay on him.

"Oh my gosh, Meryl," he woke up annoyed moving my hair out his face.
"Shut up, you knew this would happen," I whisper and rest my cheek on his. "Now sleep."
"You're literally on me," he complains. Well, old men always so grumpy.
"No shit Sherlock," I mumble. I can feel his hands going places here. "Take you hand off my ass."
"I'm looking for Debbie."
"I will kill you," I say and give him a death stare. He immediately surrender and fold his arms around me. I smile to myself and rest my face next to his. Well, I don't know what tomorrow or the day after will bring. I just hope somehow we can have what we once had.