Later that evening, after everyone had calmed down and got
ready for bed, Brianne went searching around for Sam. She checked his computer,
every room in the basement, the dining room…everywhere.
When she decided to check the kitchen, to her surprise, Kaleah was in there
digging around in the fridge for some iced cream. | “As it stands right now, that is definitely not a possibility. Ask me when Sam comes
back, ready to move on after his stupid trip to Boston.” Kaleah remarked. Brie nodded slowly,
understanding where her anguish was coming from. |
“Sam?” Brianne called as she approached him. “What are you
doing out here? It’s freezing!” She rubbed her bare arms to warm them up. | “Can I at least apologize for earlier?” Brie asked as Sam took one step too close to her. She could smell beer off his breath, and noticed the empty cans lying scattered across the grass. He was drunk. |
Sam embraced her into a deep, satisfying hug. | “What’s with you?” She asked, once he finally let go. |
She put her hand on Sam’s cheek, like she did when she would
calm him down. He closed his eyes and let her rub her thumb across his face,
allowing the tingling sensation to consume him. | “If you want this last night to be spent in peace…” Brie said, letting her hand fall back to her side. “…will you please come sleep in your bed with me tonight? Please?” She put her hands together and begged. “Just this one night!” Sam didn’t even have to hesitate before he agreed and followed her seductive stare back into the house. |
They got into Sam’s bed and instantly cuddled up to each
other, hand in hand. It came naturally to them—even though it was 5 years since
they were together. |
Brie pulled away from Sam to stare him seductively in the
eyes. |
Sam couldn’t disobey any longer. He quickly, and as passionately as ever, leaned in to kiss her hard on her lips. They locked fingers and kept kissing, their lips moving together as one. They took turns on top of one another—kissing inches of
their bodies and allowing their tongues to break free. It was starting to get
heated, and Sam knew that his guard was down and if he let it go any further,
it would end up the way he didn’t want it to end.
| “Okay, all done!” Sam stopped and pulled Brie off of him.
Brie grew frustrated, barely able to open her eyes. |
Sam sat up. | “This was a bad idea…I knew it would be!” Sam walked to the
bedroom door. |
The next morning was really hard for Sam. Aside from his
massive hangover, he had to say goodbye to Kaleah, who wasn’t taking his departure very
well at all. | “I don’t want you to go!” Kaleah instantly burst into tears
and snuggled her face into Sam’s chest. Sam, resisting breaking down himself,
held her tightly and didn’t want to let go. |
“Aw…so sad!” Brie mocked. “Let’s go, Sam! I want to be at the hotel before sundown! They have a spa there, and I wouldn’t mind getting a manicure!” | “Please don’t go…” Kaleah pleaded as Sam pulled away. |
Sam walked towards the front door as Brie finally left to
wait in the truck. He paused right before exiting. | She wiped the tears that started pouring out of her eyes as she watched Sam’s big red truck quickly speed away. The gut-wrenching feeling came back, and she suddenly felt sick. The pain in her heart came back, and she clenched her chest. She knew that the only way she would get through this was to keep herself distracted. Her first thought was to cook herself breakfast, and instantly headed towards the fridge. |
When she opened it, there was nothing except for iced cream, eggs, and juice. ‘That’s not enough for a good breakfast.’ She thought to herself. ‘Man, I’m going to need groceries.’ Kaleah closed the fridge and headed towards Sam’s computer to check her bank account. | She only had to guess three times at the password to Sam’s computer. It was ‘Dad’. Kaleah scrambled around for the internet and was finally able to log onto her bank’s website to check her balance. ‘Oh my gosh…’ She thought as she read the numbers. ‘$23.48 will not get me very far…’ She shut the computer off and thought of different ways she could earn some money. She hadn’t heard back from City Hall, so she still was unemployed. She considered painting, but decided that it would take too long. She considered delivering newspapers, but decided that she was too skilled for something that lame. |
‘This is going to be awful.’ She thought as she stood up to head into the other room. As she entered, she noticed her guitar still sitting in the living room from the night a couple weeks ago when her and Sam jammed together. She had forgotten all about her guitar, sitting so out of place in the small room. ‘I could always try my luck playing my guitar at the park for money…’ She considered as she stared at it. She hesitated, but eventually decided that she would give it a try. She thought it would make a great distraction and possibly give her enough money to go on a proper grocery shopping. She picked up her guitar and grabbed her keys from the coffee table before heading out to her car. | She got way more into playing her guitar than she thought she would. She played all day for various audiences. A lady and her three kids stood and watched her play three whole songs. At one point, the senior’s home came to watch and sat around the fountain to enjoy her music. She was making tons of tips, and actually found herself enjoying it. |
There was one audience member in particular that Kaleah couldn’t keep out of her mind. He was a tall, well built, black man with dread-locked hair and beautiful skin. He had appeared numerous times throughout the day and just stood and listened for hours at a time. He never spoke to anybody—not even Kaleah when she took a break or two. He just watched…and kept on reappearing. | When she was finished her set for the day, and was ready to
go home, he was there. She headed up the stairs, unaware that he was following
her at first. |
She stopped to listen to what he had to say, suddenly
intrigued by this man’s obvious interest in Kaleah’s music. | Kaleah studied the man’s face before responding. He was
beautiful. Kaleah was never more attracted to a man of color before and found
herself especially interested in this one. He was different—his persona, his
looks. |
Kaleah instantly snapped out of her daze when the man spoke. | “Um…wait. Miss?!” Tyrell called after her. She slowed down,
but did not stop. “Can I get your name?” Kaleah smiled. |