Chapter 23: Unhappy Endings

Unhappy Endings

“What the hell is up with that? You didn’t finish the story?” She nearly yelled at him after a minute of silent reading.

“Of course not.” He said, laughing in triumph. “That would be my revenge for you leaving me hanging…how many times over the past month? Or telling me that you want to fuck me while I’m in front of people, like my grandparents or small children.”

I grinned in the memory of that. He had been playing tag with his neighbor’s children when he picked up the phone and I had gone into a detailed account of what I wanted to do to him.

“Aww, come on.” I tried to beg jokingly. “You’re no fun.”

“Sure I am. Because every time you did that to me, I only had about a fifty percent follow up. And the fifty percent of the time that you left me hanging, that’s the time you’re getting punished for.”

“Okay.” I sighed, trying to give into his wishes. “If you feel like you have to punish me to make yourself feel better, instead of becoming aroused with me, that’s fine with me.”

“Don’t try to make me feel guilty.” He growled at me, playing. I could tell he was tired after our…discussion, earlier.

“You can go to bed, if you want. You’ve had a hard night, and so have I.” I said, realizing he wasn’t going to follow up on the story. He was too tired, and the story was his was of apologizing. Or something.

“I think I’m going to, baby. I’m sorry. I was going to play with you tonight, but I’m exhausted.”

“I know.” I sighed, this time consigned to the fact that I was going to be left hanging. “Its alright. Sleep well.”

“You too. Don’t worry, I’ll come cuddle.”

“I know you will. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Bye.”

“Bye.” I hung up the phone.

That had gone…well. But I had a feeling it wasn’t quite over yet. And the story had done what his original intentions had wanted it to: I was feeling frustrated. Something was wrong between us still, I could tell. Normally, he at least tried to turn me on a little bit, if only so I could finish the job myself. Right on cue, my phone rang.

“Storm?” He asked as I picked up the phone.

“Yeah?”

“You know we’re not going to mess around or anything while that little fucker’s at your house.”

“I figured as much.” That was another thing I was expecting him to mention earlier, but he hadn’t.

“No cheating.”

“No shit.” I retorted, realizing it probably was not the best time to be saying things to piss him off. Oh well.

“Don’t get bitchy with me.” He warned me, and I could tell he really was tired. I stayed silent. “Going to stay with me?”

“I love you. Of course I’m going to stay with you. I love you, lots and lots and lots. You’re tired, and you need to get your rest. So go. To. Bed.” I said firmly, tired of arguing. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Good night.”

“I love you too.” He didn’t sound…mad, but he didn’t sound happy either. “Bye.”

Again, he wasn’t furious. And he wasn’t going to leave me. But I don’t think our relationship for the next two weeks was going to be steady and loving, if you know what I mean. And I had a feeling that Roger would be making himself absent for at least a few days. He always did when he didn’t get his way or he felt that I ‘needed a break’ from him. It was retarded, but I couldn’t stop him.

The display of my phone finally dimmed and turned off to its normal state. It had been a long day, and I was exhausted. I plugged my cell phone in and shut off the light, crawling into bed. Even if I wasn’t going to sleep well, I still needed my sleep.