I slammed the door and turned around shaking my head.
Fuck her.
She drove off, squealing her tires. Mel was still trying to calm down. “You should have let me beat the crap out of her. I know you don’t hit girls, but I sure as shit do!”
Flynn was laughing at her, shaking his head. Clark was laughing saying, “I wish you would have. I love a great cat fight. Hair pulling. Titties bouncing. Aww, and then if you had rolled around on the ground. Sitting on top of her…”
“OKAY!! Got it.” Flynn interrupted him. We walked back in my house and sat on the couch in silence.
Mel interrupted our thoughts. “So, let’s go back and watch some football and play pool.”
“Nah. I just need to be alone for a bit. I need to sleep anyway. I’ll hang back. You guys go.” I just wanted to wallow and I was still tired from my drinking binge.
“Are you sure, man?” Flynn asked. “We don’t mind hanging here if you want.”
“Nah, I’m good. Really, thanks. Thanks for everything. Especially packing up her shit. And Mel,” she looked up at me with a smirk, “Thanks for having my back!”
“Anytime, Z, you know that! Besides, you guys were there for me when Allen dumped my ass!” She stood up smiling. “If you need anything, you know where we are.” Then she looked at Flynn. “Maybe we’ll hit Spike’s later for the game. We’ll text you where we’ll be so you can meet us out.”
“Sounds good,” I said, knowing I probably wouldn’t meet them out, but appreciated the invite.
Everyone said their goodbyes. I sat back on the couch thinking how my life changed in an instant.
Chapter 5
Izzy
I came back from my run to an empty house. I took my shower, changed and came downstairs to make something to eat. I loved how big and equipped the kitchen was and I wondered if any of my new roommates cook. That was one thing I missed. I loved to cook, but of course, I haven’t cooked for two years because I had people making meals for me. It’ll be nice to cook meals again, I thought as I sat by myself at the kitchen island eating my sandwich.
Everyone was still out and I assumed they were still dealing with the Z situation. I had such a nice run that I thought I should go out for a walk and maybe window shop.
I left the townhouse and turned toward Allure to shop. After about an hour of shopping, I turned back toward the townhouse. I had this eerie feeling that someone was following me, but every time I looked around no one odd stuck out. I think it was just my nerves still on alert. There was no way HE knew where I was.
I headed back with my purchases and walked into the living room where everyone was sitting on the couch watching football.
“Hey! Where ya been?” Mel called out.
“I went shopping after my run. What about you guys?” I asked.
Mel got up and came to me to see what I bought. “We were at Z’s. He walked in last night on that skank of his with some jerk. So, he was a pretty upset, as you can probably imagine.”
“Wow! That’s pretty messed up. Is he okay?” I remembered Flynn’s phone call last night, but still tried to sound surprised.
“Too bad you weren’t there Izzy, it could have been a three-way cat fight!” Clark yelled from the couch.
Flynn was glaring at him holding his head and said, “Dude, keep your voice down, my head is still pounding!”
I looked at Melanie and asked, “What’s he talking about?” but kind of knew from our days in college. If you messed with her friends, she was out for blood!
“She was being a bitch, saying it was Z’s fault she was taking it from another guy, so I was pretty pissed,” Melanie said raising her voice. I noticed Flynn cringing and closing his eyes.
“What’s wrong with Flynn?” I asked looking over at him.
Melanie answered, “Oh, he went to help Z forget the bitch last night. Beer and Jack Daniels.” She changed the subject. “So, we were thinking about heading out to a bar and watching some football, are you in?”
“Yeah, that sounds great,” I replied. Clark stood up, “I’m in too! Come on Flynn, let’s head out. I need a wingman.”
“Uhhh, no I can’t. I’m just going to hang back and crash. You guys go on ahead.” Flynn was really cringing with pain.
“Okay, let’s go. Feel better Flynn!” Melanie waved as we went to the door.
Clark threw his arms around both of us and said, “Oh yeah, two hot chicks! This will be a great night!” We just shook our heads and giggled. He’s too much!
Clark, Melanie and I walked a couple of blocks to a small sports bar. It was nice – old dark wood and the walls were exposed brick. TVs were lined all over the walls and different sports were playing on each of them. We took seats at the bar and ordered beer. I took a swig of my favorite beer – Amberbock. Mmm…I must have looked like I was in heaven because I couldn’t stop smiling as I drank.
Melanie noticed. “You okay? You look like you’re about to come!” She teased me.
Clark perked up. “That’s all it takes?” He asked leaning in front of Melanie to get a better look at me.
I laughed, “I haven’t had one in two years! Leave me alone!”
Melanie gave me a weird look and chuckled. “What, you haven’t ordered your favorite beer in two years?”
“No,” I blurted out the rest laughing at the same time, “I haven’t had ANY beer in two years!”
“That doesn’t make sense. You love beer. What have you had to drink? Wine? Rich COCKtails?” Melanie said jokingly, (enunciating the “cock” in cocktails) but also with her eyes scrunched up and a bit serious.
I took another long drink from my beer. “Mmmmm.” I moaned again and exhaled. “Yeah. HE never allowed me to have any beer and any wine I had HE limited to make sure it didn’t mess with my calorie count.” I exclaimed while laughing not thinking that was weird to anyone else. I think the beer put me in a dreamy state and I felt like I couldn’t stop talking. “Of course, one time at a party, I went into the kitchen to get away for a minute and found a beer on the counter. I downed it and HE smelled it on my breath and boy, there was punishment for that!” I blurted out giggling while I said it, but then stopped, realizing that Clark and Melanie were staring at me like I was nuts. And …I am. Oh my God. Why did I just tell them all that?
“Punishment how?” Melanie asked, eyeing me like I was a crazy person and of course I am a crazy person because who gets punished for drinking a beer?
I took another swig and waved her off. “Just ignore me; I’m just babbling.” I was hoping that might stop her questioning me.
Melanie eyed me and whispered, “We’re not done with this conversation!”
“I know, I know.” I exhaled.
“No, we’re not done! I want to hear this shit! Like what kind of punishment? Was he like spanking and whipping you and shit?” Clark was animated as he said that and smiling huge.
I swallowed and whispered, “I need to use the bathroom.” I got up and practically ran to the bathroom.
I spent about five minutes in there before Melanie came in. She knocked on the stall and called out “Iz?”
“Yeah,” I reluctantly responded.
I peeked my head out. Melanie looked at me with such compassion in her eyes. I didn’t know what to say.
So she began, “What kind of punishments are we talking here?”
I swallowed, eyeing her to gauge her expression, when I blurted, “Sexual.”
Melanie gasped. “Like rape?” She asked me furiously with tears in her eyes.
“No, not like that.” I corrected her. I looked her in the eyes and blanched, “BDSM type of stuff.”
“Holy mother fucking of all shit!” Melanie screamed out blinking several times. Then she glanced away. “Why…would you stay that long with him?” After a long pause it suddenly dawned on her, “Oh my God! You were hoping he’d fall in love with you, weren’t you?”
I swallowed hard and my tears started to fall. “HE made sure to get his point across that HE would never love me. That’s why I left.” It felt good to finally tell her something. At some point I would tell her the whole story. But for now, this would have to do. “Can we not do this right now? I...I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”
Melanie blinked. “Okay, but eventually we’re going to talk about this.” I nodded in agreement. I wiped my eyes and we went back out to Clark who was hitting on a girl at the bar.
We ordered another round and watched the game for a while. Before we knew it, Clark stood up, and winked at us. “I’ll see you guys later.” He followed the girl with his hand on the small of her back, as he walked her through the door. I was amazed at how quickly he was able to pick up a girl, on a Sunday, no less. That boy has game! Melanie started giggling about it.
“I can’t believe he was that quick getting her!” I was still laughing and in shock.
Melanie laughed, “Must be that Clark Kent thing he’s got going on!”
“I wonder if he’s really ‘Faster than a speeding bullet’!” I said, laughing hysterically.
Melanie was about to cry, laughing so hard. “He leaps tall blondes in a single bound!”
We were laughing pretty hard when two guys, pretty good looking actually, came up in between us. “What are you two ladies laughing about?” One asked as he gave a sly smile. He was really cute. Tall, dark and handsome type.
Melanie eyed me with that question in her eyes, like we used to do in college, trying to signal each other if guys were cute enough to talk to. I smirked and nodded my head yes. They were definitely adorable. Melanie turned back to the guy closest to her and brushed her hair off her shoulder, smiling her best smile. “We were just laughing about our friend who can get a chick in the sack faster than Superman.”
Both guys blinked for a second, shocked by what she said, then one near me put his arm behind me onto the bar and said, “Well, he must not respect a woman very much if he does that. Most women, women like you two, probably require a bit more finesse.” Oh God. That was his line? Couldn’t he do any better? I just giggled and looked at Melanie.
“I’d like to see what your version of finesse is.” Melanie said tugging on “her” guy’s shirt. They turned to each other and started talking.
“My” guy looked at me with a shy smile and asked what I was drinking. I told him and we started to have a nice chat while he ordered another beer for me. I wasn’t really feeling like flirting at first, but we were really having a nice conversation and I felt my fun side coming back.
After chatting for a little while, I glanced over his shoulder and something caught my eye. “Oh shit,” I whispered.
I must have looked like I saw a ghost because Melanie immediately noticed my look and asked, “What’s wrong Izzy?”
I leaned over and whispered to Melanie, “That guy, the one in the corner over there, I swear I saw him earlier on my walk today.”
Melanie inconspicuously glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Do you think he’s following you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I responded, feeling a little worried.
“We better get out of here. We’ll see if he follows us.” She stood up and turned back towards the guys. “I’m sorry guys, we have to get going, but it was great chatting with you.” “Her” guy whipped out his business card and handed it to her. She reached into her purse and handed one of her business cards to him.
Mine handed me his, but of course I didn’t have a card, nor was I really in the mood for trying to remember my new number. “Thanks. I’ll call you soon.” I said, but wasn’t sure if I really was going to. I was too flustered to care.
We practically ran out of the bar and headed toward home. We kept glancing back, but no one was following us. I must have just imagined it…again. “I’m sorry,” I said to Melanie feeling silly. “I must have just been freaking out or something.”
“It’s all right. I get it. He messed with your head for too long,” Melanie said. “So, besides feeling like someone’s following you, how are you doing?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m fine, I guess. I think I just needed to get back into something normal. Bartending is really helping. I missed that atmosphere of being around tons of people and watching them interact with each other.
When I was with HIM, I mostly worked out or was in different social situation with boring snobs. The only normal thing I really did was play pool daily at HIS penthouse.” I didn’t feel like adding in what my nights consisted of.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Melanie said as she hugged me. “Because I really love having you back in my life.”
“Me, too.” I smiled, hugging her back thinking to myself how much I’ve missed her and especially our ‘girl’ time. For two years I basically didn’t have anyone to talk to, except HIM.
We continued walking towards the townhouse and I decided to ask about her relationship with Flynn. “So, what’s really going on with you and Flynn?”
“What do you mean?” Melanie scrunched up her eyebrows but a smirk crept over her mouth.
“Oh, come on! You can’t hide that from me! You are so into him!” I raised my voice while giggling.
She groaned and threw her head back dramatically. “Alright. So, uh, we’ve always had this crazy flirtation thing going on. Well, a couple weeks ago, we were at the bar and he was sitting and I was in between his legs and we were, well, getting pretty close to kissing. We were doing that whole teasing thing and touching each other. Then I ran to the bathroom. I didn’t think I was gone too long, but when I came back there were two girls hanging all over him.” She paused and shook her head. “So, I didn’t get mad, or tried not to appear mad, I mean we weren’t together or anything. Sandy gave me a drink and then I felt this guy’s arm across my shoulder. I looked up and it was Bill, my boss.” She paused, giving a small eye roll and a small smile. “We, ugh, we had slept together after the holiday party; it was months ago. We never talked about it and at work we’re always professional.” Then she took a deep breath. “Well, at the bar he started whispering in my ear sweet things and we were joking around about things at work, but he always had his hand on me somehow, like, either around my shoulders or on the small of my back.”
“Wow!” I exclaimed, slightly shocked about her boss. “But what about Flynn? Or were you trying to make him jealous?”