PalomaWe have lived almost everywhere before, from shanty houses to trailer parks, things kind of got awry when dad left and having little next to nothing.Didn't seem to help matters. I vaguely remember her now but for all the mystical things in the world, things didn’t come close to Mama Lupé.It was a dark time for me with dad gone, I was nine and Mom’s habit of drugs and drinking had begun to become less of a hobby and more of a daily routine, it was expected that without a job that we would be kicked out and the landlord had been lenient enough, mom was not picking up her act and soon the need for money had us out on our backs and into the streets.This was perfect scene for Mom anyway and I only remember him as Luca but he was one of the worst moments of my life but still I had nowhere to go, stuck in a trailer park with Mom’s dealer and new love interest, it was in the next trailer I met one of the most interesting women.Her skin was what drew me to her in the first place, I’
PalomaA string of expletives escapes from my lips and he winced, with a strength I did not know I possess I leap from the confines of my bed and rushed headfirst towards him, my fists raised high up in the air, he did not stop me but he sure did not expect as my arms wraps around him, crushing myself into his chest.“Thought you weren’t coming back.” I whisper into him, “why the fuck didn’t you come back, you had left, I could not-”In that moment he lifts my face up placing a deep kiss on my lips and silencing me, it was right, something I was hoping for, like an addictive drug that I had gone too fucking long without, it was relief, we finally break away from our kiss, his hands still cupping my face as we stare into the endlessness of each other, he opens his mouth to say something but a deep clearing of someone’s throat kills off whatever words were to come out.“Orion in love.” A deep voice says from behind him. “Never thought I’d see it come, your father must be absolutely livi
OrionIt had been a week since she was discharged and still my fingers has not learnt to uncoil the gun, I wonder how she will react if she found that I had been sleeping right outside her apartment with a revolver in my hands like some crazed paw patrol squad. I counted down the time until Casey’s parents would arrive, then she would have to stay with me for awhile and then maybe I’d finally get some shut-eye.It has been quite unmemorable this past week with some days leaving a bitter taste trailing down my throat like when I had to grovel back to join the team, the all too enthusiastic glint in the coach’s eyes made me want to vomit. I hated that he got to win like that but in the end I’d grovel before a thousand worlds if it will keep her safe.The night was awfully quiet save for the occasional hooting of the owl and the constant ticking of my watch, I should sleep even if it’s a little but I cannot bring myself to do so, even if she has begun to notice it, there’s too much on my
Paloma“You sure you don’t want to stay?” Casey asks for the billionth time that morning “I could as well just tell my parents to come at a later date or we could-"“It’s fine Casey” I reassure her again. “Besides you haven’t seen them in God knows how long, it would be selfish of me to let you pass up the opportunity.”“But-” she opens her mouth to raise another argument.My hands are faster and I raise it to silence her.“Enough Casey” I say, blowing my sweaty hair out of my face as I haul my suitcase from my room “I swear if you ask me one more time I’ll shove this suitcase so far up your arse you’ll sneeze bra, if you really want to help, then help me bring the luggage to the door.”She smiles and obliges me and I heave a breath as she takes the box off my hands.“It’s a two week stay,” she says huffing “Why do you need so much and how do you even have so much stuff, are you moving?”“Its stuff I need” I tell her “Just help me get it to the door would you.” Certain strings of exp
Marcus MatthewsThe pen swirls between my fingers coming to rest between my index and thumb in rapid succession, One might say I was bored, but in reality, it was all I could do to still myself as the thoughts ran their wild course through my mind. My fingers jerk each time I think of Orion and the gun.“Take care of him” My brother Dane had requested simply.Giving him a 44 magnum pistol had not been part of what he requested and I’m pretty sure he’d have my balls on a stick flying high over his pool-house if he found out, but then again the crazed look in his eyes had been something I’d recongized. It was the same fire that had been in Dane’s eyes for Miranda all those years ago before he became a money conscious prick.The door bursts open as I oblige myself to a taste of scotch, and a burly looking guard I frankly don’t remember hiring walks in.“Sir,” he says simply waiting for my signal before he continues, I raise my glass to him and he steps back “The quarry has arrived and he
Paloma~ Everyone who knew me, knew that I had a strange dislike for men, 'Manly Pal' they called me for most of my life and it kind of stuck, Granted I was definitely not a lesbian, I had the same girlish fantasies but in reality I did know that men sucked, Like our former mailman Mr Dan who seemed nice and all until I turned sixteen. "Wanna Have some fun?" He'd asked me out of the blue one day while on his rounds. "What kind of fun?" I'd asked quizzically. His hands moved slowly to his rather engorged crotch and he winked at me. "Are you alright, Mr Dan?" I asked naively. "Come on don't be like that.” He groaned and squeezed his crotch. “Such a bloody tease you are, I can show you a good time you know.” He made an attempt to grab me and my years of self defense classes automatically kicked in, I shived my foot up his crotch and restrained him before calling the cops, Mr Dan was 43 when he was sentenced to 25 years for molestation and rape because apparently he'd done the
Paloma~ I guess not every interest I had in Douchebag McMatthews went out the window, because I googled him the second I was alone within the confines of the apartment and by God did he have one hell of a smile and eight pacs, what freakish exercises gave him that, he was hot and also stinking rich, heck his father owned Capricorn, one the biggest leading pharmaceuticals in the United States. I was delusional to think that he didn't stand a chance with me, when all along the roles had been reversed, not with my constantly matted black hair and dirty brown eyes, my full curvy body didn't make me any better, he probably had models at his beck and call. I was just another fresher with a Mom who took more pills than was good for her and he was a hot second year football Jock with an outstanding grade point average and everything he could possibly want, I didn't need anyone to tell me my place. Besides I had other things to worry about, Mom was at Rehab again and if I didn't want to
Paloma~The letters had started coming in two years ago and had not stopped ever since, you had to hand it to him though, douchebag and life wrecker extraordinaire did not seem to be enough for his resumé, I often wondered what harm he'd want to cause this time after abandonment for the past seven years, there was not much he could do that could probably cause me pain, not that he was getting a chance to try though."Burn it." I tell Sal over the phone, "shred it, do what ever you want with it, just make sure it's destroyed!""Oma." he calls softly to me "you should at least try-""No!" I say cutting him off "I have a lot of shit going on Sal and I am grateful for your advice but no, destroy the fucking letter Sal.""You can't run from this forever Oma." he says. "No matter what, you can't run from this.""Watch me." I tell him "I am his daughter afterall, goodbye Sal."I put an end to the call before he could make anymore convincing statements, I had my problems of my own, problems t