Love UnconditionalA Story by Jason BaneLove Unconditional Emma was wide awake and had been for the
last hour. The sunlight had started to
make its way across the bare walls and hardwood floors of the second floor bedroom. It would be another 20 minutes before the
light reached Emma and her companion in the bed. Using the natural light Emma surveyed the
room; her new black lace panties turned
inside out laying at the entrance of the adjoining bathroom, a suit rack
located on the wall across from the bed, and a bookshelf which held pictures of
half-naked college coeds during what looked like spring break. Based on the contents of the sparsely
decorated room, Emma assumed that her companion was being honest when he
said he was a recent graduate with a real job at an upstart brokerage firm
downtown, and not some a*****e that used rehearsed lines to get women to go
home with him. She did not need to see
anymore. Despite the excessive
consumption of alcohol the night before, Emma was fully aware of what occurred in
this room. If her petite naked body
didn't provide the confirmation, the scent in the room certainly did. Maybe these one night stands aren't so bad,
Emma thought. Emma lay silent going through the events
of the previous night that led to her sharing a bed with a stranger. Last night was supposed to be a celebration, her
31st birthday, a night out with her girlfriends. It was a Friday night. Was she expected to sit home and feel sorry
for herself? It had been so long since
Emma was with people her own age, so of course she jumped at the opportunity to
go out with the girls. Ok, so most
people in their 30's probably do not celebrate their birthday with rounds of
shots and cosmos, but there was no rule against it. Last night was the first night she had seen
her friends in months and she was determined to enjoy herself. So what if she went out, had a few drinks and
at the end of the night made a brash decision to go home with the first guy
that showed her attention. Was it her
intention to go home with a complete stranger?
No, but he was sweet and made her laugh.
Her one night stand did not judge or ridicule her for asking
"stupid" questions or make her feel small. In fact, he was genuinely interested in what
she had to say. As the night progressed Emma
found herself friendless and moving closer to the stranger and as closing time
neared they made an exit out the backdoor hand in hand. Emma lay silent next to her one
night stand. She didn't touch him; she
didn't want or need to touch him. Her
desires had been met and satisfied. If
memory serves, she did things last night that she hadn't done in years. She felt no shame, no guilt. Last night's multitude of passion was well
needed and deserved. It had been nearly
a year since she last had sex or was even touched intimately by a man. Sure there was an occasional hug and a kiss
good night but nothing like the animalistic passion that transpired last night. Emma closed her eyes and replayed the late night/early
morning escapades over in her head and smiled. In the distance a vibrating noise
disturbed the erotic thoughts and the stillness of the room. Where is that coming from? A minute or two passed. There it goes again. After several repetitions Emma knew
exactly where the noise was coming from.
It was the message alert on her phone.
She remembers slipping out of her skirt
somewhere between the front door and the bedroom door, so either her phone is
excessively loud or the acoustics in the apartment were exceptional. It was probably one of her girlfriends wanting
to know if she had made it home safely. But this thought angered Emma. Last night was supposed to be a girl's night
out. Why would they ditch her like
that? They knew she had been looking
forward to last night’s get together for weeks.
If they cared so much about her safety why did they bail on her early to
go home to their loving husbands and perfect families? One by one they abandoned her at the cheesy sports
bar with nothing but half hearted apologies and change cab fare. In her head Emma was screaming, "F**k
you. I'm sorry I don't have the life you
do, the husbands that shower you with attention and love instead of fists and
anger. If you were so concerned about my
safety why didn't you ever ask about the bruises, black eyes, and swollen lips?" Tears were now streaming down Emma's face. These weren't tears of sadness or guilt, but
anger and fear. Anger because this
wasn't supposed to be her life. She
wasn't supposed to get pregnant her junior year in college. She wasn't supposed to be the one that gave
up her dreams to be a stay at home mother and housewife. And she certainly wasn't supposed to be the
one that married an abusive man who hurled insults at her about as often as his
fists. There it goes again; the f*****g
vibrating pierced her ears like a knife.
"Jesus Christ, do I have a curfew?
F**k you!" Anger now turned to fear. Because deep down she knew it wasn't one of
her girlfriends, it was Him. Checking up
on her. She knew what was waiting for
her at home. "Where were you last night you
w***e?' "I told you I went out with the
girls." "Liar!" "No, please not in front of the
children!" Emma was not sure how long she lay shaking
with fear, but it was long enough to know that she was in trouble. Who could protect her? She had nowhere to go. The vibrations continued to disturb the quiet room. © 2013 Jason Bane |
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Added on February 6, 2013 Last Updated on February 20, 2013 |