Fault Lines

*CHRIS*

Normally when someone is staring down the barrel of a gun, they see their life flash before their eyes. Well when it was me, all I could think of was if she didn’t pull the trigger, I’d be the problem she didn’t want.

At that time I didn’t know how. But as the days went by I knew what I had to do. Unfortunately I had to stick a pin in it because I still had to find Jamira and that dusty coochie ass hoe Ayana needed to pay.

She thought I didn’t like her ass before. She was eventually going to see how much I despise her.

Every day I’d make time to go by her house. I knew she knew my car from the last time I was there.

Every time I’d go, it would be in a customer’s vehicle instead. She couldn’t catch me if she wanted to. I was careful not to look directly at the house as I passed it. Often times my eyes would just scan until something was worth stopping for.

It wasn’t.

I would check online to see if Jamira posted anything. She rarely did. Then I’d go to Ayana’s back up page and check. Her main page was private. The back up one was sad and full of nonsense. She even posted a status threatening to expose me. We weren’t friends on social media but she still tagged me.

I responded so she knew that I saw it.

I even followed a car all of twenty five minutes just to find out it wasn’t her. The driver pulled over and got out.

It was no point in me getting out, so I drove off.

No matter how patient I was, I still came up empty-handed.

After sitting with everything I’d done so far I knew the issue wasn’t my actions… it was strategy.

….

*WALT*

I wasn’t prepared for things to go down the way they did when Eric was here. I wanted to tell him. Somehow I’d convinced myself that keeping Kacie in close proximity was better a long time ago.

That clouded my judgment.

I wanted nothing more than to be in her space. Now that she was in mine, it went to my head.

I’ve texted and called Eric, but he didn’t respond.

I thought if I kept at it then he’ll just give in.

Even Kacie wasn’t talking to me. At least for the remainder of that day.

The next day she was off and she was drinking. A lot. I wasn’t sure when that started or if I had a working memory of her drinking.

By night she was so drunk she burst through my bedroom door with lust and something indescribable in her eyes.

While it turned me on, I didn’t want to damage Eric’s trust even further.

I tried taking her back to her room. Five minutes later she stumbled back into mine. When that didn’t work, I put things like blankets, coats, even towels on her to tire her out and make it harder for her to remove the items in her drunken state.

I messed up when I tried to tuck her in. I’d been wrestling with her to get into bed safely for two whole hours.

She was finally down. I pulled the covers up and she wrapped her arms around my neck and parted her lips against mine.

I pulled back and saw fire in her eyes that made me lose all control over my mind and body.

This was it.

The moment she’d give herself to me and I’d be the happiest man I could be in that moment.

Sure I would have preferred better circumstances.

But in that moment, she was mine for the taking.

My fingertips ran across the soft skin of her stomach. Then they trailed down to her hips and traced the outline of her panties.

She pulled me closer and wrapped her legs around me.

My heart pounded against my chest as common sense and the moral high ground I’d been trying to keep intact left me.

One finger. Two fingers. Three and she let out a passionate moan against my ear.

I took the backseat to my own desires and gave in completely. The heat at her core was more than inviting. It was a summons. One that I couldn’t resist.

As she rolled her hips in waves crashing against my shore I began to moan. I pressed further against her making her scream out my name.

It sounded so sweet on her lips. I wanted to live in this moment forever.

She locked eyes with mine as we reached our peak together.

My body locked and tensed up as I poured into her.

I rolled and slammed my body next to hers.

My eyes became fixated on the ceiling for several minutes.

For a while, I was too afraid to get up.

That would mean facing the fact I betrayed my best friend for a piece of his sister’s ass.

FUCK!

I can never face him again.

No.

That would be more suspicious.

I should tell him. Be honest for once.

No.

This…this goes to the grave.

I eventually mustered the courage to slip out of her room and back into my own.

I got in the shower hoping to wash away every ounce of regret and guilt off that came from the moment I thought I’d wanted since I was a teenager.

Eventually the water became cold and I got out feeling the same. Like I’d broken some super sacred oath.

That night I stirred. Sleep never came.

The next morning was worse.

I made breakfast alone. Normally she’d join me.

I figured she was still hungover.

That theory was thrown out the window when I overheard her talking to a friend about it.

She remembered.

Every detail.

That made the hole in my heart much bigger.

When I watched shows we’d watch together, she would sit on the opposite end of the couch silently staring at her phone.

When I asked questions, she’d respond with gestures and short answers.

I wanted to talk about it, but just when I would approach her, she would either walk off or turn her head away from me.

I didn’t know which was worse. The storm that would eventually become Eric when he finds out or that she’s actively ignoring me.