Story Time

Sitting in my lonely apartment, tired and frustrated. I've been stuck in the hospital for a month, recovering from the stab wound and miscarriage. After being surrounded by doctors, nurses and the occasional police officer, I was too uncomfortable being alone at night. Every sound sent a jolt of fear up my veins.

While recovering, the police helped me set up my documents for relocation. I wasn't safe here anymore and needed to get out. I planned to go north in two weeks. Just enough time to get my affairs in order.

At least I thought so. I was startled by a knock at the door. I stood frozen for a couple of seconds before I went over to open it.

There stood one of those familiar faces I couldn't stand to see holding flowers. He looked surprised to see me too.

"What are you doing here, Kai?"

"I heard you were in the hospital so I went by today. The nurses told me you were sent home and I came right over. I got these for you." He handed me the flowers. They were perfect.

"Thank you. How did you find out I was in the hospital?"

"The same way we met. Sorry." He looked down at his feet for a moment.

"Well then, you can tell them to stop following me. I'm being relocated." I went to shut the door but he stopped it with his foot and came in.

"What?! Why would you relocate?!" He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

"V, this isn't you. This isn't who you are. What happened?"

I fought to keep the tears back as I explained, "I just want to be normal. I had a chance, and I blew it. I lost everything and now I just want to start fresh."

He stroked my cheek, "They told me what happened. Nothing was your fault. You can't possibly leave here…" He turned around to shut the door and lock it. I put the flowers in the kitchen sink and we sat down on the couch in the living room.

We sat there and talked for hours. He told me how the workplace was different without me, and if I don't go back there, it doesn't mean I have to leave town. But my decision was already made. He wrapped his arms around me and held me for a while. I had always liked him, but could never tell him.

Suddenly he kissed my forehead. I looked up at him slightly perplexed. I know he was just being a good friend, but even that was unexpected. Or so I thought until he tipped my chin up and kissed me softly on my lips.

A few soft kisses turned into making out, which then lead to some touching. As he was feeling his way around me, his hand brushed over my right side where my wound was.

"Ow!"

"Sorry! What happened?"

"It's okay, it's just that, my stitches were taken out last week but my skin is still tender there."

"Really? Let's find out where else it's tender."