Chloe's Life - 5

"Oh for god's sake please get the fuck out of my face!" Diana's scowl rummaged through the house and who knows how many fights she had since she stumbled into her boyfriend four months ago. He stood still with the baggage in his hands. "I really think, you're crazy bitch! Just fuck off, I ain't comin back here now." He took his bag and one foot behind the other, meaning to turn and leave. Resigned, she glanced over the table and found a vase, and emphatically ran towards him. "Motherfucker!" the vase shattered with the blood dripping through it, all she could do now is stared at the pale body lying with the vase's pieces hacked. "Mama?" A 16-year-old teen whimpered, shuddering. She laid back, what choices she had? Her mother was too buzzed on drugs, she'd killed the man, a man who wanted a good life for them as a family sacking the drugs from them. Diana glanced over her shoulder and saw Chloe. Her heart being swashed with exasperation and unpleasantness. She frenzied towards her and gripped her by her hair and dragged her to the body. Chloe tumbled to the ground and all her eyes could capture was the blood and his face, so serene and wrinkled. "Look at it, bitch!" she interrupted her gawking. "Look what I did!" she writhed against the floor, trying to let loose but her grip was so tight and settled. "I'm sorry, mother," she wept, "I'm so sorry." She felt him being muffled forever and her mother vicious. "Please forgive me, mother!"

"Look bitch! What I did for you!"

"You still don't remember me, do you?" Chloe said, lying beside Harper on his mother Anna's bed. It wasn't even a day passed since her death but still, she didn't care about it. "What do you mean?" he asked. She lay there, languid, trying to think What Mason was doing right now, "Sleeping?" to avert her own mind. Watching the light forming and the waves of snow filling in the ground outside. "How does the sky look like here outside," the room was dim and for that instant, for her, the world was framed in the window. It wasn't boring nor astonishing but still this time it was she who made this world. "What do you mean by remembering you?" he asked again. "Never mind, it was nothing," she got lost in contemplative drag. "I think I need to go now," she rose without a second thought. "Where are you going?"

"To home, I don't want Lucas to find out that I'm here with you,"

"Can't you stay here for the night?" he said, "I don't think your brother gonna find out," his face swashed with innocence and indigent for a human love. "Because of his mother?" she nodded and laid back in his arms. "I don't want you to go, not right now," he ran his fingers through her hair. "Let me see your eyes again," his fingers continued to skim over her hair. She got up and leveled herself with him, and let him survey her eyes. She watched him, and his implacable eyes incapable of resisting the pleasure. He kissed her again, a friendly nip on her lips. After that, he open-mouthed kisses with his tongue rounding around hers. He took over, being dominant. Her body shivered with pleasure beneath him as he slid himself inside her. He cupped his hands around her small and firm breasts. It wasn't what she was used to, Sex, when she chose to do it, it was only for Mason, to put an end to his whiplash temper, but not this time, this time her emotions were being unconfined. "How?" her thoughts puddled the doubts…. Regrets, she'd fought hard to resist those feelings but couldn't do it. "How am I ended up here?" but still she didn't stop. "Why am I cheating on my husband?" didn't stop him either. Her mowing of pleasure echoed through the walls. She writhed beneath him as he held her breasts. "I should just go back to him," her fingers tumbled into his. Her breath thickened and her face was awash with the pleasure of orgasm.

"My husband still loves me, doesn't he?"

She didn't sleep, it wasn't his fault nor hers. She'd never shared a bed with anyone besides her husband, it was bafflement that made her heart writhed. She stepped into the shower. The hot steam smooched her body and the parts where he'd touched her. She closed her eyes and could still feel his hands. Caring for her breasts slickly and her lips locked with his. She stood there in the billowing steam. Listening to the flows of the hot pulse of the shower. His hands rushed swiftly through her thighs, she'd hated Mason for touching those parts but not Harper. She'd loved it. The hot steamy water dispensed the shampoo and she walked out. It was early in the morning by the time she was dressed. The birds were chirping and the dim sunlight passed through the frosted window and fell on kissed her fatigue body. She found Lucas, lounging around the house. "You're awake early?" he asked.

"Going somewhere?" she couldn't find any suspicious in his eyes. "Work, today's a Monday," He watched her eyes, her face. "You look tired, sis, is something wrong? Are you sick?" she sighed, infuriated by his overprotective behavior. "No Lucas, I just didn't sleep at all last night," suddenly she felt herself being pummeled by his gaze. "Can I ask why?" She winced and tried to think, think of an excuse. "I was thinking about Anna the whole night," she said, sacking the hassle. "How did it all happen?"

"She overdosed her medicine, I have already told you about that,"

"Oh yeah, I remember," she let a breath out. "Don't you think you'll be late for your work? Just go and get ready,"

"Oh shoot, you're right," he walked to the kitchen. "You want some coffee?"

"No, I'm good." She snuggled herself into her bed. The absurdity had jerked her mind a step back. She didn't want to get caught. In her mind, her behavior was suspectable. She laid back, watching the ceiling, letting her eyes feel fatigued, finally, she fell asleep. The alarm sounded frantic to her ears but still, it helped her to wake. It was 8 in the morning. This time she couldn't equate the morning with the one she used to have. It was better. She rose and peeked through the window, there wasn't any hint of Harper. She wondered if he was still sleeping. She knew she will miss his endearment but that was the thing she couldn't do anything about, she had to get out. She pushed the door to open. Now all she needed to gather all her dignity that left here and return to her beloved town. Lucas was there, sipping his coffee. He noticed her, she had taken a two-hour sleep at least, it was nice, good enough to feel healthy again. "Oh, you're awake, I've made breakfast for you," she settled herself on the sofa. The T.V was on, though there was nothing much interesting to see but still she locked her eyes on it. Mason was always so impatient and she'd always asked herself the same question, like a song on repeat. "Why did I fall for a guy like him in the first place." The snow and the cold breeze weren't there outside anymore, matching perfectly with her heart, "Not being same as yesterday."

"You gotten any sleep,?"

"Yes I did, hey Lucas, I was just thinking that maybe I should return to the town now, don't you think?"

"What? Why? You just came here two days ago, stay here for a while," but he couldn't understand her tangling emotions. "I think I'm fine now, so let me go, okay? I haven't got any nightmares anymore," he sighed, took down the drained cup, and straddled his hands on the sofa. "Shall I call Mason to come to pick you up?" Her feet writhed against the carpet as she waited impatiently to get out. "No need, I'll take a bus," her mind was clear, like a puddle of water cascading from the clouds. She waited impatiently now for a chance to make everything clear between them. "Okay then, if you want to then I'll not stop you, what time are you going? Would you be here till I return home?"

"I'll be gone till then,"

"Oh I see, then take care of yourself there, okay?" he rose, glimpsing at the clock. "I'm gonna go now, don't forget to eat your breakfast before you go, okay?" his fingers dispersed onto her short hair, and he caressed her hair swiftly. "If you have any problem then don't hesitate to call me,"

"You know these days it feels like I'm the younger sibling here," he chuckled. "Alright then, I'm off now," he lounged to the door. "What if Anna was the same as our mother?" he revert his hands and glanced over. The absurdity of her words had made him disengaged. "What do you mean?"

"So vicious and dangerous like Mama." She looked into his eyes. The cheeriness had skimmed over. He hauled his feet, she wasn't far away but he felt infuriated that he had to come closer. "No sis, I don't think so," he let his hand fall as his palm flattened on her shoulder

"And why's that?" she glanced over and watched his eyes.

"Because no one can be so vicious like MAMA!"

The bus jolted as she woke up. She had left the city behind, it wasn't the best choice but it needed to happen. She'd wanted to surprise Mason. The wind drawled outside, and soon the snow gonna blow too. She'd wanted something to disconcert her relationship's problem and she did find it. The night with Harper, her heart wielded that moment for her to realize. She glanced over, a boy with his mother mesmerized her, she watched him as he assimilated water. It wasn't anything though it was everything to her. She'd missed her son. She couldn't do anything about this entrenched missing. The breeze rushed in as she opened the window and rattled on her hair. Felt good. Banking her own emotions, she shut the window. "Because no one can be vicious like Mama!" those words had a punch to her guts. Emphatically she did love her mother, her whiplash temper, and everything. The road became silent and the trees spoke to her. She winced all around, it was her town. Calmly, she settled back. Waited for her stop. The breeze gyrated, and the snow played musically among the leaves. It was time for her to return to Mason. The bus door swashed open and her feet lounged on the ground. Her eyes made a round. Her feet pressed against the lonely road. The dim snow rummaged over her. She hauled, to the graveyard. "Ethan Gall, 1998-2003." She kneeled and her cold palm kissed the stone. "No day," she sat beside him. "Still," tears struck her cheeks. The halt of her feeling's batter wasn't any closer to her eyes. "You were the reason," she rose as the tree hurled an anemone at her. The scent of freshened flowers lingered in the air. She'd smell, it was nice. "You deserve this." Her breath indulged in a sigh. "You were the reason for me to live but now that you're gone and so as my reasons." Tears spewed out, the yelping heart. "I don't know what to say to Mason when I return," chuckle ran. The breeze wielded an aroma of New trees passed through her. "You must be feeling cold in there?" the grass wriggled beneath her. "I should go now," her feet stood still. "I'll come back later." She scraped into her jacket's pocket and found a letter, perhaps a memo, scooping it up, the words glimmered. "You really helped me in those needed times, thank you so much." She tucked the memo back, rubbing her fingers, yelping, perhaps in emotions. "As if he'd knew that," A sweetly grin glimmered.

"I was gonna leave him."

The snow had covered the sky by the time she reached her home. It wasn't pretty, the litter had swallowed the grounds. She knew Mason wasn't gonna clean any time. Frowning, she surveyed the litter. "What a mess." she cleaned, trying to not be unnerved but then the engine sound drawled out. She dashed outside as the snow smooched her short hair. The car parked with the headlights on. Mason walked out. "Alright, thanks El for the ride," the wind hurled at her again. "It was fun, we'll do it again," An emotion moved through her, it was a disappointment, betrayal. "Bye for now, see you tomorrow," the car took a turn, leaving Mason standing between her gaze. "Chloe, why are you here? Haven't I told you to stay there for a week?"

"I'm feeling fine now," his voice and his eyes, the eyes where innocence rattled, it was a battering of her emotions. "El?" her brow roused. "Who the fuck is she?" He let out a sigh. "She's just a friend," a smirk formed on her guileless face. "A friend?"

"Just forget about it, let's go inside, it's too cold out here," his feet rubbed against the cold ground and he ushered himself. "Can't you just wait for me to die before you fuck her so that you can forget about me too?" he stopped as annoyance ran through him, "What did you say?" he rushed to her. "You mean I forgot about my own son?!"

"Yes that's what I mean, you've already forgotten about Ethan,"

"Chloe, you're not the only one here who lost a son, you don't know how I feel," as the argument escalated, she realized her mistakes. "I know…. I know, I'm so sorry,"

"Every time I wake up I see his face, every fuckin second I think about him, and you…. You think I...."

"I know Mason, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," his body pressed against hers. It wasn't what she wanted, she had made him infuriate again. "Oh Chloe, I love you, why don't you ever trust me?" his words swashed through her. The snow had swallowed the grounds, and the slant of light from the lamp played between them, she stayed there, still hugging him, "Why I don't trust my own husband?"

"I don't know Mason, but I want to make everything okay, because," she stopped, took out a short breath, thinking.

"Because I still Love You, Mason."