Chapter 4
The phone was vibrating so much, Johnny was certain that it was going to explode, or at least run the vibrator down. He'd heard that they didn't last forever. Crystal could call him as much as he wanted, but she wasn't going to get an answer.
They'd been having trouble for years. They were cheating on one another, then going back and forth, using threats and ultimatums to get what they wanted. Johnny had been lured in by her baby blue eyes and charming smile. She was smart as a whip, and sassy too. It seemed like the perfect fit, and he thought he loved her, but she had thoroughly proven to him the kind of woman she was.
When he got out of the limo, she was standing on the tarmac, wearing a tight white t-shirt and short shorts, looking like she'd just stepped off a runway for strippers.
“What's wrong with you? You don't just come here and try to harass me. Baby doll, I love you. I do, but that was a selfish move. Now, if you don't leave, I'm going to have to call security.”
She looked disappointed. “I'm sorry, Johnny.” She walked up and put her arm around his neck with innocent eyes. “I just wanted to come. I know this means a lot to you.”
“It does, Crystal. It means a lot to me that you're coming too.”
“I know, sweetie.” She reached up and gave him a big kiss. Her lips tasted like cherry lipstick. She pulled in close to his ear. “You know, cowboy, I think we might have some on-board entertainment.” She bit the nape of his neck, and he gasped.
“I'll ride you like a horse, girl.”
They walked up into the plane and took their seats. The captain, a young brunette man was smiling at both of them. Johnny saw him give Crystal a wink, and she blew him a kiss.
“Now, uh, what do you think you're doing?”
“You know I love you, baby.” She had a baby voice that got her what she wanted.
“You're flirtin with somebody else right in front of me.” She looked to see if anyone was around and when she saw that they were alone, she slipped off her shoes and started rubbing her foot against his already bulging crotch.
“He's not heading back right now to give it to me.”
“Ooh, you're really cruisin for it aren't you girl?”
She bit the tip of her index finger and met his eyes. He couldn't help himself. He grabbed her up and pulled her into the back, where he kept a bed for certain occasions. He sat down, rubbing his cock in his pants. She was standing in front of the closed door with an innocent smile.
“You gonna let me ride cow girl, baby?” She reached down her pants, letting her fingers slide past her clit and along her opening.
“Take those off.”
“What? These?” She bent over, and let him see her cheeks bursting out from her shorts, and he reached out and smacked her butt. “Ooh,” she cried as she turned back and gave him a wide grin.
“You want this?” He reached into his pants and grabbed his cock. She could see the head pushing up against his jeans, and felt the warmth between her thighs.
“You make me so wet.” She turned around and dropped her shorts to reveal a perfectly hairless crotch that was already glistening with sweet nectar. He pulled her in so that she was standing right next to him, then he pulled his pants and briefs down so that his cock was swinging around.
She reached out and grabbed it, but he slapped her hand away. “You've been bad, real bad, and you need a spanking.” He reached out and slapped her lips and she screamed in ecstasy as he sucked in air sharply through his teeth. Then he bent her over his knee.
“Stop! Please!”
“No, baby girl. You earned it good today. You're not getting out of this.” He looked down to see her bracing himself, placing his hand just above her bare butt. “This is gonna hurt you.” He slapped her softly and she giggled. “Oh, you think that's funny, huh?” He smacked her harder, just enough so it barely hurt. “I'm gonna do it harder.”
“No!” He smacked her good, leaving a red mark on her butt.
He lifted her up and she watched as he stroked his cock. His low groans made her shiver, then he reached out and pinched her nipples. “You want this, huh? Come here. Come ride Daddy.” She felt the sharp pain of him entering her, making her whimper, then the sweet touch of his hand grazing her clit, as she pumped up and down on his cock, making her scream in excitement. She wanted to feel him flowing through her as he pushed up into her spot, sending her on a roller coaster of bliss, filling her, and overwhelming her with force of his passion.
“Take it!” He shoved in deep as they both screamed form the explosion of pleasure that burst through him. She stayed on top to milk every drop out of him while he looked into her eyes, then she bent down and let her lips touch his before grabbing her clothes and running out the door.
Johnny lay down in bed, fully satisfied by what had happened. She was wily, she could be difficult, but he always had his hands on the reigns.
Chapter 5
Marlow felt soft carpet below her head, but it wasn't enough to drive away the feeling of having holes drilled into her head. Her stomach was churning around like a washing machine. She had to run up to the bathroom, just to avoid messing the floor, and she was so sick she barely made it.
The worst part was that she was distinctly aware of the having forgotten most of what happened last night. She knew that she drank two bottles of wine, and that she would always be alone, but everything after that was a complete blur. She walked out into the kitchen to find that the stove was still on, and that the water she'd left in the pot was long gone. She turned it off, wondering whether or not she'd be able to pay the bill after that.
She walked back into the living room, and she couldn't avoid the mess. There were old cups filled with water and cigarette butts that had been rotting for weeks, and old food wrappers and chip bags everywhere. Last night was the first time she'd cooked anything in months, and she'd failed miserably.
If she was the only person she had, then she would have to take care of herself, but there was no point in it—not if she was going to be alone the rest of her life. She wasn't going to be any happier so long as she didn't have anyone that she could share stuff with. She missed being able to come home and talk to somebody about how hard her day had been, or being able to have somebody sitting next to her on the couch while she watched a movie. Little things like that were so vital to her sanity. It made everything an event that she could share with the one she loved. They didn't just have dinner; they had to strive for something better, something to really make themselves happy, and they enjoyed that. It was the same with everything. They didn't just go out; they went on trips. They didn't just go to the movies; they went on a date.
Her life didn't have any memorable occasions anymore. All she had was food, work and sleep. It was completely pointless, and if life was pointless, there was no reason to keep on living. She turned back to look at the glass on the kitchen floor. She was grieving so hard that she was killing herself, and there wouldn't be anyone to grieve for her. Nobody loved her. She didn't even love herself. She needed love, and she couldn't deny it any longer.
That glass was her shattered dream, and as she went to get the dust pan and broom, she realized that she had to pick up the pieces of her broken dreams. He might be gone, but she wasn't. She still had time to live her life. She had to clean up the mess. She had moldy dishes in the sink, and as she held her nose to stave off the smell, she was embarrassed by how she let it get. She had old clothes all over the floor covered in food stains and strange smells. She had an indentation in the couch, crusted with sweat and orange cheese powder. They bought that house so that they could have a future there, and she wasn't honoring his memory by trashing it and throwing their future away.
She couldn't let people see this. If anyone went there, they'd run out screaming. How was she supposed to attract love in her life if she wasn't lovable, and she had to move on. As much as that hurt, she needed those kids running down the stairs on Christmas. She needed grand kids, and her body pillow wasn'
t enough to cuddle up to at night.
When she went to clean up the living room, she found the pants he'd worn the day before sitting in front of the TV. She had been trying to do laundry and collapsed on the floor crying when she saw them. She never moved them after that.
Her closet still had his favorite dress shirts, including the navy blue one she bought for him for his birthday, and the 75 dollar shoes he wore at their wedding. She didn't want to see the lace white dress wrapped in plastic, but it was there.
The remnants of their life together were everywhere, and it hurt too much to move them. She wanted to keep it like that, because if she moved them, not only did it mean that their life together was over, it meant that she was destroying some part of it. She couldn't do it, but she could leave it behind. She would leave, and have those memorable occasions that gave meaning to her life. She'd start over and find the life she needed.
Christmas time was always the hardest time for her. That was when Frank died. She wasn't going to survive another Christmas alone. She knew herself well enough to know where this was leading, and she was going to lose everything if she didn't get a change.
Chapter 6
Johnny felt his phone vibrating in his pocket near his ankles. “Hello?”
“Oh, Johnny.” She sounded like she'd been crying.
“What's going on, Mom?”
“Johnny, your father has been having some trouble today, so we had to take him to the hospital.” He nearly burst out in tears. He had to see him. There was so much he wanted to say to him, so much that he needed to know.
“What are the doctors saying?”
“They say that his kidneys are going out.” It was time. He had to be there. If he didn't get there in time, he'd never forgive himself. He hadn't seen his father in over a year.
“OK. I'm on the jet. We're gonna go into Chicago in about an hour. I'll call you when I'm at O'Hare.”
“Oh, good. I love you, Johnny.” He was starting to cry.
“I love you too, Mom.”
“He's been asking about you know. He's so proud of you. He said he needs to see you.” They both needed to see him. He was their only child, and he was very special to them. His mother was never able to have children after he was born.
“I'll be there soon. How are you holding up, Mom?” It would be his job to look out for her now, and make sure that she had everything she needed. He didn't know their situation, if their house was paid for, or if their bills were taken care of. He knew that neither of them were working, but he didn't know whether or not she would have a way to survive without them. He would have to make all of the necessary arrangements right away.
“Good. I'll be alright.”
“I'll be there soon.”
“I love you, Johnny.”
“I love you too, Mom.” There was a brief pause between them before Crystal burst into the room, and he had to hang up.
“We're here!” She went and sat down in his naked lap.
“What do you mean? Chicago's an hour away.”
“Well, come look.” He looked outside to see the haze of LA out the window.
“Now, I don't believe hitting women, so you're gonna get out of my plane now, or I will have you dragged out and get somebody else to beat you.”
“Oh, come on, Johnny. Your fa—
“DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY FATHER!” He put his head in his hands. “He's dying right now, Crystal.”
“What do I care? I went to all the trouble to blow the pilot so we could go on an amazing cruise. I'm going.” Johnny picked up his phone and went into the bedroom.
“Yes, sir.” Hank had been chief of his staff for 10 years. He was the only person Johnny really trusted.
“Get this woman out of my plane. She went and slept with the pilot so she could go on her cruise, and Hank my father's dying. I need to get to Chicago quicker than this thing can go.”
“I can't get an orbital flight today, Johnny. They are banning them on the holidays.”
“Then get me something.”
“We'll get you there in three hours. That's all I can do, but security is waiting outside the jet”
“Send them in, and make sure she's charged with something. I don't know. Say she broke into the plane or something. I don't ever want to see her again.”
“Ha! Finally.” Hank hung up the phone. Johnny sat down on the bed. He could hear security rush into the cabin.
“Ma'am, you're going to have to come with us.”
“What me? I'm here with Johnny, and he's gonna get real mad if you drag me out.”
“He sent us here.”
“I might be able to give you guys a fun time if y—
“GET HER OUT!” He rushed into the cabin to see her being dragged away screaming with zip ties around her wrists. There was a cop car out there waiting for them, and he laughed when he heard her shrieking when they threw her in. He didn't like bribery, but the police were useful and they always accepted money.
Chapter 7
Johnny tried not to feel bad. He'd never been more hurt by anyone in his entire life, and she was his lover for years. She was there for him through all the twists and turns that the money brought him. He trusted her to keep their secrets secret, and he knew that he could do that. She was never in the tabloids, or running around giving away his company secrets, not because she didn't want to cause trouble, but because she genuinely cared about him.
But of all the self-centered disgusting things he'd seen—most of them her fault—this was by far the sickest. She didn't even care. Well, if she didn't care, then she didn't care about him, and if that was the case, then he shouldn't be feeling bad. But he did feel bad and there was nothing he could do to change that.
Love blinds you. Everyone has heard that, but there's nothing like seeing just how much it blinds you. She cheated on him because she wanted to spend time with him alone. She kept him from his father's death bed. As fast as their plane could go, there was no stopping nature. His father would go when it was his time, whether he was there or not.
It took three hours and 45 minutes to land at O'Hare airport in Chicago, because there was a delay in Los Angeles. Thanksgiving was the worst time to fly, and even though he had his own jet, he would still had delays on the runway. There was a limp waiting for him with a police escort.
He picked up his phone as he ran to the limo. “Mom?”
“How's he doin?”
“They're saying he doesn't have long. We're saying goodbye.”
“I'll be there.” He ran as fast as he could. He had Hank give the beat cops a bonus to use their lights to get him down the street. They gave him a wink when he got in the limo and held the handle on the door, trying to calm his nerves. He was going to get there. He had to get there. If he didn't he was going to kill Crystal himself.
When he saw the hospital, his heart started racing. He had to get there. His pocket was vibrating, but he couldn't answer it. It would just slow him down and he didn't want to find out whether he was too late or not. The police had the door opened at the front desk and one followed him through the maze to get him inside the room with no trouble.
He saw his mother, the blonde-haired goddess that she was with a red, tear stained face. She didn't look well. He knew it would be hard for her. He didn't recognize him when he got in the room. His eyes were open and he could look around, but he was pale and sweating. He wasn't the strong demon he used to be. Instead, he was wrinkled and old. It was hard to look at.
“Dad?”
“Oh, Johnny. Is that really you?” He took Johnny's hand.
“Yes, Dad. I'm glad I got to see you.” He was crying.
“I am too. I'm dying, you know. I've been waiting for this my whole life.” He gave his son a sly grin.
“I know,” Johnny laughed. “I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too. I feel like I haven't really been able to be there for you. I was too harsh with you.”
“No. I owe everything to you. I'm a billi
onaire because you taught me to work hard.”
His breath was slowing down. “I had to. My father never worked hard and neither of us ever cherished our children the way we should've. That's the most important thing. Your children are your future, and you have to love them. You have to be there for them. I never did that, and I won't feel right until I pass that down to you.”
“I will Dad.” His mother came in and they sat close to one another while his eyes drooped and he got cold. You can see the moment that death happens. You feel a person when they are alive. You know that they are in there. You feel warmth and see movement. There color and vitality in the skin and their eyes are bright. When they die that leaves. They grow cold and their eyes glaze over. It's their spirit that you feel and when they die, you don't feel that anymore. When Johnny looked down and saw his father's corpse, he didn't see his father there. His father had gone somewhere else.
Chapter 8
Johnny thought about the old stories of the Grim Reaper, a black hooded creature that looms over people they are about to die. He didn't believe in him, but after a week with lawyers, ministers and old church friends of his father's, he was certain this thing existed, but not in the way that people think.
No.
Death is release, sweet and powerful release that liberates you from the burden of emotion and danger. There is no depression, no heart break; death is the ability to leave everything behind and start over. Johnny didn't have that. Instead he had all of his emotions and demented thoughts hovering over him like a black cloud. His back was hunched over from the crushing weight of everything. The real Grim Reaper was on his back, and he had to get rid of it.
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