All Chapters of The web I can’t unweave: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The truth

“How about we go my place and talk? Then I’ll answer any questions you have and tell you everything.” The idea of him knowing made me nervous but there weren’t many options at this point. “Okay, but you have to be completely open about everything.” He knew I’d try to give a synapse version. “Fine.” I give Maverick directions to my apartment and we’re there in a matter of ten minutes. Not enough time for me to mentally prepare for all that I would have to tell him. I unlock the door to my apartment and open the door for Maverick to come in. I see his facial expression is blank until his eyes fall on the typewriter placed carefully on a small desk in the corner of my living room with a chair in front. I see a small smile escape when he sees it. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask as I reach for the refrigerator door in my kitchen. “Water is fine.” He says as he sits down on the couch, waiting for the conversation to begin. I bring two bottles of water to the couch and slowl

Last Updated : 2025-01-07

The response

As I sit there, waiting for Maverick to respond. I think of the word: Eremition. The act of gradually fading from the lives of others - in desire of solitude. That’s what I had become in the last few years of chasing a legacy. But here, I was transparent. I was showing my vulnerability and weakness to a man, rather than showing my strengths and accomplishments. It made me feel extremely exposed.“You have cancer?” He asks as he slowly sets down his water bottle. His tone said he was in disbelief. I had that same tone when I asked that very same question.“I do. That’s why I’ve been pushing so deeply to make a legacy for myself and why that gentleman at the shop gifted me the typewriter.” I say as I gesture towards the beautiful piece of history sitting just nearby.“Why wouldn’t you tell me this?” He asks as if his care could cure me.“Because it’s depressing. The pitiful stares, the remorse and the way people treat you as if you’re so fragile - would you want to be looked at as a wit

Last Updated : 2025-01-09

His understanding

“Cass, I wish you would’ve told me sooner. .” He says as he rubs circles on my hand with thumb. This was it. I was going to be working alongside a man who I’ve fantasized about and have grown such strong feelings for and lose him to my illness. I expected as much. “I would’ve liked for you to be honest with me instead of having to do this tonight, but I do still like you and I’ve enjoyed the time we spent together.” I cut him off assuming I knew what was to come. “But you’re not looking for someone who’s sick or dying. I get it.” I pull my hand away to protect myself from the burn I was bound to receive. “No, that’s not it at all. I would’ve never taken part of your internship if I had known. I feel guilty - knowing how hard you’ve worked and competing in something so important to you.” That’s it? “You didn’t strip me of the opportunity and a gifted internship wouldn’t help me on my journey.” I feel almost defensive. I wasn’t asking for hand-out. I wanted to win because I was th

Last Updated : 2025-01-13

What happens next

We begin kissing with passion and I can feel the need and yearning growing between us. The water running over us both had no effect on the heat between our bodies. I feel as Maverick bites my lip and lifts me up, plastering my back against the cold shower wall as I wrap my legs around him. I can feel my center being to throb as he moves one hand to rub circles on it. A moan escapes me and I see how much it excited him by smile forming on his face.This was no fantasy. This was real and it was raw.I look at him without saying another word. A look that begged for him to take me. He gave no hesitation as he pressed his lips to mine.I feel him insert himself slowly, lowering me onto him so that it enters as I’m pressed against the wall. The feeling was mind-numbing. Every thought escaped me as I felt it go deeper and deeper inside. He lets out a hoarse moan as he begins pumping his arms slowly, creating a steady motion and begins kissing my neck and biting furiously. I begin thrusting

Last Updated : 2025-01-14

Our night

We dry off and I give Maverick a pair of my sweatpants. He walks out of the bathroom, shirtless and running a towel through his short hair while I sit on the bed combing through big clumps of wet hair. “Do you want to get something to eat? Maybe watch a movie?” He asks casually with a smile. It felt almost foreign to me. I was never really offered company afterwards. They would simply leave or my ex would immediately go get high without my knowledge. “Chinese?” I ask with a small smile. This was different. He knew me and he knew my condition but he chose to stay anyways. We order delivery and make our way to the living room. I adorn the couch with blankets and the remote for the TV. Maverick makes his way over to the typewriter and methodically fiddles with it u til a piece of paper is ready to be pressed. “Have you started writing?” He asks as sits down in front of the typewriter as he slowly touches the keys - admiring its condition. “I haven’t yet actually. It’s been a littl

Last Updated : 2025-01-15

The next morning

I must’ve fallen asleep sometime during our movie because when I wake up, I’m in my bed alone. I find my phone in the nightstand with a piece of paper attached. ‘Good morning! It’s officially our first day at EnviroDoc! I had to leave early to get my truck and get clothes but I’ll pick you up for our first day at 8:30AM. Maverick’I look at the time and it’s 8:15. Shit.I run to the bathroom and put myself together without a moment to spare and hear the doorbell just as I’m grabbing my bag.I open the door expecting Maverick but it isn’t. It’s Darren.“What are you doing here?” I ask as he smiles as walks into my apartment casually.“Well I know today is your first day for your internship and I thought I’d stop by and offer to escort you to the office?” He smiles slightly and waits for my response.“I didn’t tell you when I would be starting?” How did he know? And how did he know where I lived?“Well your parents told me and gave me permission to come.” He says with a shrug.“Um - t

Last Updated : 2025-01-17

The day ahead

Once we arrived at EnviroDoc, I sit back for a moment and gloom at Maverick as he turns off the truck. The silence permeated the entires truck during our hour long commute. “You do know that I didn’t invite him, right?” I say in a serious manner. I had been honest with Maverick and had no intention in hiding anything. “Have you ever invited him to your place?” He asks while passing a glance at me. He was uncomfortable and rightfully so. It looked bad. “No, he asked my parents for permission to take me to work and they agreed. I didn’t know and I’ve never invited him or even given him my address - other than the paper forms when I became his patient.” I say as I fiddle with my sleeves. This is not my ideal morning. “Cass, I want to believe you have nothing going on with him but it’s hard too, especially when he just shows up at your apartment.” He looks worried or perplexed. No one ever cared about me enough to show any concern - Other than my parents“Why would I contact my doctor

Last Updated : 2025-01-17

Not again

I wake up to frenzy of people around me - one of them being Maverick. The look on his face ringing in my bed as he picks me up and places me on a gurney. As the paramedics roll me out of the bathroom, I look back and see the toilet had been flushed. Had Maverick done so to maintain my secret? I am brought back to the hospital and placed into the exact room where I was previously diagnosed with a brain tumor. As if the side effects alone weren’t a constant reminder of my impeding doom. I sit patiently as the nurse goes over what happened and checks my vitals. “Okay Ms. Richardson, everything looks stable. The doctor should be in to see you shortly.” “Thank you.” The words escape as a whisper. I felt defeated and watched as she gives a small smile and leaves. The nurse had given me a IV to maintain my hydration upon my arrival. And I find myself watching each drop pass slowly. I hated this feeling.This room reminded me of perish and here I was - again. As I sulk, I hear someone en

Last Updated : 2025-01-17

My not so short ER visit

“Cassandra, what happened? You seemed fine this morning and I have you on the schedule to come in tomorrow.” he says as he reads my chart - making no effort in acknowledging Maverick sitting by my side. “Well I got dizzy and went to the bathroom at work and the next thing I remember is vomiting blood.” I look down at my legs, trying to remember anything else but that seems like everything. “Have you eaten anything strange lately?” He asks as he washes his hands to put on gloves. “No. I didn’t even eat breakfast this morning.” “I’ll be checking you over and we’ll see what’s the next steps. Okay?” Darren makes his way towards me. “Okay.” Maverick keeps his hand on mine as Darren examines me. He touches my lymph nodes, listens to my lungs and heart, checks my tonsils and ears but finds nothing out of the ordinary. “I’m not seeing anything that would have caused that bleeding externally so I’d like to press on your abdomen to make sure there isn’t any discomfort.” “Okay.” I lay

Last Updated : 2025-01-18

Still in the ER

I try to rest as I wait for Darren to return to take me to imaging. As I slept, I begin to dream of things I’d never considered for myself in the future. I am in bed reading a children’s’ book to a tiny human, smiling as I turn the pages and see their excitement and hear the word ‘mommy’ echo as the child looks up at me. A moment passed as I reply ‘yes baby’ with a smile. I continue reading until all of a sudden - it’s dark outside and the darkness engulfs the room. Once the light returns, I’m in a white room. It’s large and empty space making it feel like a cage of white walls. I instinctively pick up pieces of crayons and write on the walls as if in a trance and begin writing my fears on each wall of my enclosure.No loveDeathNo familyDeathCancerDeathNo legacy DeathBy the time, I stop writing, every surface of that room was covered in fears written in different colors and ‘DEATH’ written in capital letters and red crayon all over. I then get up and begin touching each wall.

Last Updated : 2025-01-18

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