Something Silent

I have this spot outside of my house. It's an odd spot, between my house and the neighbors. I take the dogs out and I sit here as they do their business, and during the day it's a quick visit in the hot sun.

But at night....at night it's a soothing view of the heavens. I sit there and I look up at the clear sky a the stars as they twinkle at me. Life is a fight. You fight to make ends meet. You fight for the ones you love. You fight to survive. But when I sit there and I stare up at the velvety dark night everything feels so small, so inconsequential. I know that it's all worth it, that there is a purpose.

I feel the pain, shame and fight seep out of my body and I relax. I found this special place quite by accident. It's silent. Everything falls into place and my brain quiets down. Sometimes I find myself humming nonsense, sometimes I say a quick prayer. But no matter what I'm always happier when I come in for the night.

Do you have somewhere special that relaxes you?

Tearing Petals - Part 2

Anna ran her hands through the hot water around her hips as she smiled idly at the memory of Vivian staring at her aghast as she watched her new room-mate swell up like a leaking mess. That had been the first time Anna had ever had her welts break open. The only time. Until today that is. She reached up and trailed the water over her body, hoping to bring peace, but all it did was cause the stinging sensation to intensify. Anna sighed deeply as she stood, water sluicing down her body, she felt heavy and she was starting to wheeze a bit. She knew she may have to go the hospital this time.

Anna stepped one foot out of the tub and felt herself slip. Oh, God, she thought before hitting the floor, they are going to find me naked.

She opened her eyes what felt like moments later, her head throbbed. She reached up to her head and winced at the pain. Her hand came away red. Blood. Great, now she had no choice but to go the hospital.

She slowly got to her feet, being very careful so as not to sleep again. James lived next door to her. They each had a key to each other's apartment and she knew he was home, he had to. Anna glanced at the clock. It was getting later, she pulled on some sweat pants and a thinning t-shirt forgoing underwear as it would be massively uncomfortable.

Anna's image in the mirror did nothing to quiet the panic inside of her. Her face was beyond recognition. Her lip had swollen four times its normal size, she had one eye that had swollen completely shut and the other had a very heavy eye lid. She had a welt across her chin and her cheek. Even her nose looked misshapen. She had blood smeared on the left side of her head where she had fallen. She looked frightful.

The wheezing was getting worse; she was literally gasping for breath. She pulled on her bedroom slippers and shuffled her way out of her apartment carrying nothing but her phone and house key. Once Anna was outside of Jame's apartment she reached out to try the doorknob and frowned when it easily turned in her hand. Which was odd, as James typically locked the door behind him always. He was weirdly fanatical about it.

She pushed the door open and noticed his clothes strewn on the floor in his entry way. She followed the clothing, notching other articles of clothing that weren't his intermingled. She felt sick to her stomach as she reached the bedroom door. It wasn't fully. She could hear whispers and giggles coming through. Her stomach knotting, she reached out one swollen, blood smeared hand and pushed the door open.

Tears running down her cheeks, setting her raw, blistered flesh ablaze she look at her boyfriend. Her sweet, sincere, loyal boyfriend laying in bed with another woman. All Anna could really see was blond hair and tanned legs intertwined with Jame's own pale thighs. His eyes met hers and widened in horror. The woman also must have noticed Anna standing there as she began to shriek. Unconvincingly. Anna turned and ran for the door. She heard fumbling behind her as James came after her, calling her name.

She stumbled out of his apartment and to the elevator, when the doors shut she saw James running towards her clutching a sheet around his waist. Anna gasped as her stomach roiled. She looked at her phone. Only one person would come to get her at this moment.

She hit send on the phone. “Vivian,” her voice thick with emotion, “ I need to go the hospital.”

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STAY TUNED FOR PART 3! 

Read Part 1 HERE.

A Sexy Mess

A woman is the most sexiest when she tries the least. A messy bun being held up by a pin, strands of your hair falling across your cheeks. A large shirt that is threadbare and displays your bra-less breasts at their best. You are wearing a pair of cutoffs that hug the cheeks of your behind and your feet are bare.

This photo is from SheKnows.

You are laying on your stomach across the couch, your pink feet folded behind you and your head is resting on your hand. You are deeply engrossed in a book, a book that is so hot you are idly biting your lip. Perhaps my book?

You don't notice the handsome man you married standing at the door watching as you twirl a lock of hair around your finger. You don't notice when he walks up behind and stairs down at your pert bottom.

You jump as you feel his finger trace up the back of your thigh, your heart begins to race and you turn your head to look at him. He grabs the little knot of hair at the top of your head. "No," he says deeply, you can hear the desire in his voice "Keep reading."

You stare at the pages of your book, but you are unable to concentrate, you feel his lips press against the back of your knee. You breathe catches in your throat, your thighs stiffen as he trails up smooth flesh until he reaches the edge of the cut offs. You make a noise of want as you feel his hand release your hair and so very gently smooth its way down your back.

You know how this story ends. You know what happens. Being a sexy mess always has it's advantages.