Heroin Love

by Hunter, I. M.

  Replicating my strength before I let out another swing into her other ass cheek. Her body once agin jumping forward, the moan significantly louder than the first. Contusions clearly forming on her tender skin. Tossing the belt off to the side I slammed her face down into the mattress, forcing her ass higher into the air, pushing myself inside of her. Ramming into her feeling her vagina tightening with every push.

  A welling of pressure begins to manifest deep within. My inners start to tingle quickly, flowing through my testicles, making it’s way towards the tip of my dick. Not wanting to stop, forcing myself deeper and harder inside of Rachael. The mattress begins shifting off of the boxspring. Rachael tensing her thighs around me. Electricity filling my body, the pressure builds, reaching my limit. Gripping her hips firmly, I feel my penis spasm in quick bursts as I shoot my cum inside of her. My thrusts become irregular, my penis becoming more and more sensitive with every push. A gentle irritation sensation spread throughout my genitals. My vision getting blurry as I enter a euphoric state.

  Rolling myself off of her onto the bed. Completely satisfied, laying motionless trying to catch my breath, “That was great.”

  “Can you untie me now?” Rachael asked giggling to herself.

  “Yeah, sorry.”

  Reaching up to release the handcuffs from the headboard. Her wrists slightly inflamed from the metal pushing into her skin. Laying beside me her head rested softly on my chest, slowly rubbing my chest.

  “I have to go home tomorrow, for Christmas.”

  “What? I thought we were going to do something together,” propping her head up looking angrily at me.

  “I have to go see my kids, sorry.”

  “Why can’t they come over here? We can do something here,” genuinely asking me.

  Laughing softly, “You can’t be serious?”

  “We can do presents and everything. I’ll make breakfast for everyone, it will be fun. Gives me a chance to meet everyone for once, Megan, Benjamin, Amber, and everyone else. Come on please.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing did she really think that was going to happen.There was no way I would let that happen, even if I wanted to they would never come anyways.

  “Maybe next year Rachael. It’s too early for that kind of stuff.”

  Quickly hoping off the bed, “Whatever Kevin, just keep me locked up here like a cheap whore. Might as well hang as sign outside saying ‘Toni’s’, and invite everyone over.”

  Rolling my eyes in disbelief, “Stop it, your being a little dramatic.”

  Pausing for a second, her mood completely changes, “You want pancakes?”

  “If your going to make them naked, yeah,” I jested.

  “Then go to fucking Ihop,” storming out of the room pissed off.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Waking up at the crack of dawn, getting Rachael up so we could get her dose before I had to go home for Christmas.Very optimistic about our maintenance treatment, she hadn’t had any signs of withdrawal, she didn’t get sick, her mood seems to be improving. Like a scene from ‘Groundhog Day,' Rachael sitting groggy and disconnected from the world as we drove over to the center. The parking lot filled with bikes, two other cars were parked in the parking lot. The line was out the front door wrapping around the building with familiar faces I noticed the day before. The incessant shuffling of zombies as we approached the front counter.

  “Name?” The same blunt question asked by the same unenthusiastic nurse.

  “Rachael Barrick,” I responded. That had a nice ring to it, I never said it out loud before.

  Looking through her stack of paperwork attached to a clipboard. Reaching into the cupboard behind her, grabbing a cup filled with the familiar highlighter pink solution.

  “Here, drink this,” the nurse instructed.

  Rachael stepping up, gulping down the drink.

  Driving back to the house, I see her slowly coming back to life. That familiar glint of happiness fills her eyes.

  “How are you feeling today?”

  “Feeling a a lot better now,” she assures me.

  Pulled into the driveway, “Okay, I have to go. I will be back later to check up on you.”

  “What am I suppose to do here all day by myself?” She started to become agitated

  “Come on, don’t break my balls. Go on the beach, hang out, watch T.V., there is plenty to do.”

  Jumping out of the truck, “Whatever Kevin,” slamming the door firmly, the abrupt change in pressure popping my ears.

  Sitting in the driveway of my family’s home, not knowing what to expect.

  Should I even go in? Maybe they wont even miss me. No. I want to go in, I need to go in. Talk to Megan work this out, get my life back in order.

  Walking hesitantly up to front door, knocking softly, hoping the door wouldn’t get answered. No response, I knock once more to persuade myself I made an effort to go, a few seconds later, I hear the deadbolt click back, the door cracked open. Pushing the door open, I see Megan walking out of the foyer area back to the kitchen.

  Christmas tunes softly filling the air, ‘White Christmas’ was playing at the moment. Making my way towards the living room, the kids sitting on the couch, still in their pajamas, eyes puffy. Benjamin was standing in front of the tree, digging through the presents finding one for each of his siblings. He looked up at me, quickly looking away trying not to acknowledge me. Walking slowly over to the dining room table, sitting at the head of the table, I turned my chair towards the children, watching them rip through the wrapping paper of every gift.

  The smiles across their faces, gasps and cheers from the excitement of getting exactly what they wanted. It reminded me of the good times, the happy times we all use to share together. Life was so much more simple back then, not worrying about the next thing, the next job, the next trip. We just enjoyed each other, I guess it is all my fault when you think about it, always wanting more, always wanting the biggest and the best.

  Megan was in the kitchen making a mess, probably cooking up our traditional Christmas morning breakfast, french toast with powdered sugar and fresh fruit, it was always so good. She added a hint of orange juice to the bread baste that added that extra zing to the flavor. I crept into my bedroom, looking for Megan’s present that I hid in the closet months ago. Reaching above the wooden shelf, felling around, I grabbed the over sized box wrapped in black matte wrapping paper.

  Carrying it over to Megan, her face lights up briefly but quickly diminishes.

  “No thanks,” turning back to the french toast on the stove.

  “Megan, can you just open it please,” I begged.

  Seeing her slouch, reluctantly agreeing, “Fine.”

  Grabbing the box out of my hand, placing it on the floor. Opening the box apathetically, ripping the paper off piece by piece, resting inside was a plain cardboard box. Grabbing a knife off of the counter, cutting the masking tape that held the box close, exposing the box full of packing popcorn. Digging through it, finally grasping something, she pulled it out slowly. She was holding the purse she has always wanted. A blue two toned crocodile Fendi tote bag with calfskin sides. The silver tone hard ware giving it a nice accent. Her eyes opened wide, a smile started to creep across her face, she wanted to love it. The smile quickly vanished from her face, dropping the purse back into the box.

  “Thanks,” turning back around ignoring me.

  “I bought this for you months ago, it’s not a bribe. Try it on, let me see,” trying to get on her good side.

  “I will later, I can’t let the french toast burn,” keeping her focus on the oven.

  What did I expect? Give her an amazing gift, and she would just jump back into my arms, think again idiot.

  Leaving the box in the kitchen, hoping Megan would reconsider, I sat back down to watch the children.Paper filling up the living room, they started to gather all of their presents to put away in their rooms.

  “I think you guys missed a couple,” I stated towards Benja
min.

  Looking down under the tree, “No, those are yours.” They all continued to leave Benjamin walking by me whispering, “We got those for you months ago, might as well just give them to you. I should of just thrown them out.”

  Amber ran up to me jumping up and down, “Look look look, Santa got me a R-Pad,” Holding it over her head to show me the I-Pad she got. Amber always mispronounced it in a cute toddler voice. I knew she would love it, she was always begging Megan and I for our phones to play games.

  “Isn’t Santa amazing?” I asked sincerely.

  Hearing a short abrupt laugh coming from Megan behind me.

  “He’s the bestest,” Amber replied while scurrying off to her room, grabbing more of her new toys.

  The doorbell sounded, I see Megan lick the tips of her fingers to go answer the door. Hearing in the distance, “Hi, can I help you?” Megan greeting the stranger at the door.

  Faintly hearing, “My name is Rachael, I just moved in down the street, wanted to wish your family a Merry Christmas,” the voice oddly familiar, I got up to go see who it was.

  It was fucking Rachael.

  She was standing in my doorway done up to the T, she did look stunning in her mid-thigh length red dress with a sweetheart neckline, with long sleeves. Her hair tied up in a pony tail, her mascara done just right. She was holding a bottle of wine in her hands, talking to Megan.

  Trying to compose myself, “Who is it honey?” Placing my hand on her lower back, feeling her body tense up repulsed by the feeling of me touching her.

  “Our new neighbor, she just moved into a house down the street. Rachael this is my husband Kevin.

  Reaching my hand out to shake her hand, her conniving smile getting larger “Nice to meet you, your so lucky to have such a handsome husband,” Rachael reaching her hand out to shake my hand, I notice she is wearing the heart bracelet that I stole back from Megan.

  “Where’s Amber?” Trying to distract Megan. She looked behind us, I signaled Rachael to hid her wrist from sight, she just continued to smile. Clearing my throat, “What’s that in your hand?”

  “Oh, silly me. I got this for you guys, It was always my favorite,” handing Megan the bottle of wine.

  “Cheval, that’s my favorite too. Thank you very much.”

  “I guess beautiful women think alike,” Rachael joked.

  “It was nice meeting you, we have breakfast on the stove,” I quickly interrupted.

  “Kevin stop being rude,” Megan scolded me. “Do you want to come in for some french toast? We have plenty.”

  I see Rachael’s eyes light up with joy, “I would love to, but I don’t want to intrude.”

  “Yeah, maybe next time,” I said starting to close the door.

  “I will see you guys around,” Rachael giving me a wink, twirling around.

  “Kevin why are you being so rude?”

  “I just think we need some us time.”

  “There is no us time, your just here for Amber. Now our new neighbors think we are assholes, thanks again.” She snarked and went back into the kitchen.

  Leaning against the door, letting out a big sigh of relief. I peered through the peep hole on the door, I see Rachael standing by her car in the driveway staring at the house. Watching her for a minute or so, she finally got into her car and drove off. Megan calling out for the kids, breakfast was ready, the stampede of kids come running from around the corner towards the kitchen.

  The table was set with white plates that had Christmas Hollies painted on the outer edge of the plates. The silverware rested nicely on red napkins, the french toast stacked on a silver platter in the middle of the table. Red candles lit on white candle holders, a bowls of fresh cut strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries surrounded the french toast. Everyone sitting patiently waiting for Megan to serve the food. Giving everyone a few pieces of french toast, a spoonful of each berry, everyone getting served except me. Megan looking at me with distasteful eyes, I get up to serve myself, grabbing several pieces of french toast and strawberries. Twisting the lever on the shaker to coat my meal in a fine layer of powdered sugar.

  As I sit down, I remember I wanted syrup, “Can someone pass me the syrup?” I announced generally and politely.

  I see Amber reach for the syrup, walking around the table to give it to me. The familiar crystal container provoked a smile on my face, last time I saw it I was getting head at my dining room table. A slow steady stream of syrup poured out as I made a zig-zag design over the entire plate.

  The table was painstakingly quiet as it always was, the clanking of silverware as everyone ate. The kids scarfing there food down, asking to be excused. They ran out of the room with great haste to go enjoy their gifts. Megan sitting directly across from me at the other head of the table.

  “The french toast is delicious,” I tried to break the tension.

  Looking at me with a concrete face, she gets up to start cleaning up the table. I quickly stop eating and get up to try and help her.

  “I got it,” snapping at me.

  “Okay...”

  Stacking everyones plates together, bringing them into the kitchen and placing them into the sink like always. As she makes her way towards me she leans in to whisper into my ear.

  “Christmas is over, you can leave now.”

  Bewildered by her comment, “What? I thought we could talk about a few things.”

  “Are you going to be staying all night?”

  I shook my head, ashamed.

  “When you can stay here a night we will talk. Until then get out of my house.”

  “Fine,” getting up from the table leaving my plate and mess behind, grabbing my presents from beneath the tree. Walking towards the exit, Amber jumps in front of me.

  “Where you going?”

  Kneeling down to get eye level with her, “I have to go, I will be back, I promise,” giving her a peck on the forehand.

  She leans in to give me a big hug, “I love you.”

  Rubbing her back for a moment, I got up and left.

  Jumping into my truck staring at the metallic red presents sitting beside me, deciding to open them against my better judgement. Opening the rectangular shaped box first, assuming it was a piece of clothing just by the weight and shape of the box. Pulling out a faded mono-green shirt, an oblong symbol covering the front of the shirt, ‘Bank of Dad- An institute of giving even since I could remember,’ read across the shirt surrounded by money symbols. The shirt even smelled like a fresh crisp bill right off the press. I smiled in disbelief at the joke, how typical. The other box was taller and rectangular, having some substantial weight to it. Opening the box, a black onyx desk name plate, with white lettering carved into the side, ‘Kevin Barrick--CEO Onyx Environmental.’ In small script letters underneath read ‘Best Dad In The World.’ My eyes starting to tear as a feeling of regret and shame came over me. I really have let everyone down, I am just a fucking waste.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Pulling into Sand Dollar Shores, I feel a rage of anger coming over me.

  Why would Rachael do that me?

  If she really loved me she would let me work through my issues, not force herself into my families life. Her obsessive tendencies really came through just now, I didn’t need another nagging woman in my life, I already have one. A familiar looking Jeep Grand Cherokee sped by me.

  David, what the hell was he doing he?

  Pressing down firmly on the accelerator, racing down to my house. Walking briskly into the house in anger, slamming the door shut, shaking the pictures on the wall.

  “Rachael!” Screaming out to her.

  Coming around the corner of the kitchen, “What?”

  “Why did I just see that little weasel leaving our neighborhood?”

  “What are you talking about?” Her eyebrows squished putting on a confused face.

  “Don’t act like I’m stupid. What was he doing here?” Looking through the house noticing an empty spot in the living room, the televi
sion was removed off the wall, missing. “And where is the T.V.?”

  Her posture changing, looking up at me with doleful eyes, “He needed to get a few on his things,” looking away from me, “and he needed some money, I don’t have any so I said he could have the T.V.”

  “Really? I just gave him five hundred grand,” changing my tone sternly, “ that doesn’t matter. Why would you still be talking to him?”

  Throwing her hands up in to the air in aggravation, “Y'know, just because you swept me off my feet and took me away from everything doesn’t mean I can’t have friends.”

  As she was waving her arms about, I noticed a fresh wound on the crease of her arm. My heart sank, “Rachael,” I started softly, “what is that on your arm?”

  Quickly covering her arm with her hands, “It’s nothing.”

  “Come here, let me see.”

  Walking slowly closer to me she extends her arm out. I see her eyes tearing up, and before I could even say anything, “I’m sorry, he came over and just wanted to shoot up. I said no but he insisted. I’m so sorry, I will be better I promise.”

  “Come here,” pulling her into me, hugging her passionately, “shh, it will be okay. You have been doing good. We will get through it.”

  She started to calm down slightly, pulling away from me, going back towards the kitchen. Following her, watching her ass bounce as she walked away from me. Still upset about her showing up at my family’s house.

  “What was that about? You can’t just come to my house while my family is there. What is wrong with you?”

  “I’m sorry babe,” coming up to me, giving me a passionate apologetic hug.

  “That’s fucked up Rachael. Don’t do that shit again.”

  “I really just wanted to meet everyone, I want them to like me.”

  Staring at her in disbelief, “Do you honestly think they would welcome you with open arms? That is not likely to happen.”

  “Hey, you never know right? I mean Megan was hot, you think she’d do a threesome?” A menacing smile crept across he face.