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| Ghost of Christmas Past |
| Another christmas... he didn't know if he could take another year like the last few. Every year since she'd left anyway. Slowly he sank into the low chair, sighing before taking a sip off his beer. What was the use of jubilation this time of year, if he was never happy the rest of the year? This was the time of year he felt the loss of her the hardest. They were so happy together, or so he'd thought. Six years previous. "Are we ready? Do we have everything? I hope we haven't forgotten anything, not like last year when we forgot the cheesecake! I thought Zac was gonna cry!" He laughed. She didn't. He lay the last of the boxes in the trunk, closing it quickly to look over to her as she waited on the snow dusted walk. His brow knit in concern. "Something the matter? Babe?" He asked unsurely. "I'm sorry Tay, I just can't do this anymore." She said so softly, it was nearly lost in the wind. "What? Do what? What is it that you can't do? What's wrong, Mary?" He asked, anxious pain in his voice, making it tremble uncharacteristicly. "I can't do this." She said, hands spread before her in a gesture of everything between them. "I just can't live this lie. Can't pretend anymore that everything is allright." She retorted sadly. Her tears were glimmering under the bright moonlight making her eyes shimmer like the lights that dotted the hills behind her lit up for the holiday season. "I... I don't understand?! What do you mean? What we have is no lie! It's not! I won't believe that you think that either! We love eachother! I know that with all my heart! It's undeniable, and I know you can't say it isn't!" He challenged as he gripped her arms, her shoulders hunching up under his pressure in his passion. She tore out of his grip, slipping on the wet snow. She got up and ran off into the night. The click of her heels ringing out over the quiet bustle of the surrounding suburbia. He watched her run down the dimly lit path, back to her Parents home. The place she always went whenever they fought. Her haven. He was flabbergasted. Worried. Confused. Should he go after her? After a few moments of reflective thought, he decided to just let her be. Experience told him that she wanted to be left alone. Regaurdless of the commitments they had for his family holiday plans, this was something that was not going to be hashed out in the car on the way to his parents house. He owed it to them to be there, but he also owed Mary the courtesy of letting her have time to gather her wits about her. He sighed, shuffling his feet, not anxious to face his family alone. Or the questions he knew would be fired at him that night. He knew she loved him as much as he loved her... what was bothering her so much that she would run off like that without warning? He gave one last longing look toward the soft glow that came from Mary's mothers kitchen window before he turned back to the car and heaved himself in. Her mother would talk to her, calm her down... everything would be ok in the morning. Tomarrow they would talk it all over and it would all be ok again. He was just left wondering what it was that had made her say such a thing... He loved her, had forever and a day. What could have possibly been so wrong as to get her so upset? Present day... And he'd wondered that... for the longest time too. Everything was not alright the next morning. No, there was no chance to talk to her and smooth everything over, make it better. That night he'd lost her... forever. They found her the next morning, cold as ice laying upon the bathroom floor, the pool of blood she lay in reflective black from freezing over, the cold wind tearing through the open window. It was a sight he'd never be able to wash from his memory, it haunted him still. Her face was serene. She was so beautiful... as if she were sleeping. He'd wanted to kiss her to wake her. But alas, the cruel truth slapped him harshly when he stared at the horrid gash across her throat, the red streaks in her baby soft blonde hair beneath her ashen cheek. Still, he wept for her. Still he loved her. Still he wanted her... but, nevermore. With visions of her loveliness dancing in his head, he drifted off to sleep, bottle of beer slipping from his fingers to spill upon the spot stained carpet. She was baking... it was nearly christmas and the house smelled of cookies and turkey. So happy, she made his life worth living. It was everything he'd wanted. A house, loving wife that was a great cook, children of golden locks, all nestled in their beds awaiting for Santa. It was a perfect life. So... what was wrong? He wandered through the house, going from room to beautiful festively decorated room. Still, he found nothing wrong. He at last checked the kitchen. "Everything ok in here?" "Tay! Why of course! Why wouldn't it be? Here, have a cookie." She offered, shoving a delectable treat between his teeth. He watched her as he nibbled, the feeling of something being 'off' slipping away the more she distracted him. "All the gifts under the tree?" She asked as she cleaned up. He nodded. She smiled. He drank the glass of milk she handed him, and she tickled his tummy chanting, "Ho, Ho, Ho! You're the best looking Santa I've ever seen!" She playfully teased. He laughed, all of his troubles forgotten. "Come to bed then Santa, tomarrow will be a long day." She offered. He took her hand and followed her up the stairs. He watched her as he undressed. The way she took down her hair, letting the baby soft blonde curls tumble. It stirred something within him. She took off her dress, letting it slide to the floor in a puddle, it's deep crimson color flashing against the white floor. He licked his lips, climbing into bed, his eyes firmly upon her every move. She dimmed the light, slowly floating across the floor as she came to him. He pulled the covers back, inviting her into their bed. She smiled at him coyly, slipping between the sheets. Her hands were cold as she pressed them against his bare chest. He ignored it and kissed her deeply. She milked his tongue, arousing him as she had known it would. His hands slid over her body, her skin like silk. Fingers slipping between her firm thighs, seeking a welcoming warm wetness. Her little moan made him so hard he could hardly wait. She was slick and tight, so hot for him. His mouth landed upon a taught nipple, he suckled of her sweet taste. He could wait no longer. "Baby, I gotta have you now... been so long." He cried. She opened her body to him, her long baby soft locks spread out upon the pillow making a halo for her. He got to his knees, his hands running down her body. Over every curve, each crease of her. She was perfection to him. He entered her slowly, his breath hissing out as the pleasure overwhelmed him. She was a perfect fit. He pumped into her with slow deliberate strokes. Her voice calling to him in moans of pleasure for more. Harder, faster... he needed her. Needed his release. It had been so long... "Oh, gawd yesss..." He groaned, his blood boiling within his very veins as he raced toward his lustful desire. Her panting breaths quickened, her sing song voice calling out her nearness to orgasm. He pounded her then, wanting to bring her along with him for the ride. Just as he was about to explode his passion within her she called out. "Oh yes! Yes! Oh! Oh, Isaac!" The phone was ringing, he woke in a cold sweat. Instinctively reaching for the phone before he even realized he was doing it, still realing from the dream he'd been tortured with. "Tay? We have to talk. There's something I need to tell you..." "Ike?..." |