***TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic Abuse and Infant Death***“Please, Tyler. I don’t want to do this right now. I’ve had a long day at work and I just want to go to bed.”“Get your useless fucking ass in the kitchen where you belong! A pizza is not fucking dinner, Audra!” Tyler screams at me, shoving me toward the kitchen. This is his MO. Whenever I don’t cater to him, he berates me. I’m useless. I’m a shitty person who doesn’t deserve love and affection. The constant manipulation. The gaslighting. The physical and emotional abuse. It’s only the tip of the iceberg. “If you don’t want it, then order out something else. I literally just finished a 12 hour shift and I had not one but two patients who died. I cannot do this right now.”He flips our small dining room table, dishes and food scattering everywhere. There’s broken glass skating halfway across the kitchen from the force. “Oh yeah. Make it all about you and your sad, dead babies. They matter more to you than I do. What about me, A
I am so tired but I can’t fall asleep. My mind has a million thoughts racing through it. I really should try to rest. I haven’t slept since the hospital called me. I was at work and happened to be between sets. Friday nights are always crazy busy and I make more tips that night than I do the rest of the week, excluding Saturday. Which means I need to be on the stage or on the floor as much as possible. I wasn’t going to answer but something in my gut told me I needed to. I answered the strange number and my worst nightmare unfolded when I answered. It was Audra. I’m her emergency contact for all medical things. She appointed me as her emergency contact and medical power of attorney after the first time Tyler put her in the hospital. I raced out of the club and drove the 4.5 hours straight from Hurley to Minneapolis. I contemplated a detour to kill the bastard but after a few phone calls, I learned he was in jail over the incident. She was still unconscious when I got here, but s
“I swear to god, D. He was pitching a freaking tent when I did meds last round. It was so awkward.” While we ate lunch, I confessed to Danna what happened this morning between Matthew looking at me like I was a tasty snack and walking in on him snoozing with a raging erection. “Like a single person tent or a circus tent? I need to know… for science or whatever.” “Oh for fucks sake, D…” I roll my eyes “I don’t know. I didn’t look.”“I wanna look. I could look at his perfect ass all day long. I wonder if his ass is as tan as his face.”I open my mouth to speak but words don’t come out. I feel like my brain is short circuiting. “What? I’m never going to know. I’m a married woman. You’re going to have to take one for the team and find out for me.”“DANNA!” I whip my granola bar at her and turn bright red. I was mortified thinking about it. She finally stops laughing and manages to put on her serious mama bear face. “Listen. If the guy is making you uncomfortable, you need to speak w
I lay Daniel on Matthew’s chest and place a blanket over both of them for added warmth. “Hold on” Matthew says, pushing the blanket back for a moment “look at this.”He places his index finger underneath Daniel’s tiny hand. Daniel squirms a bit but then gently squeezes his father’s finger.“That’s amazing! Great job, little buddy!” I proudly exclaim. I cover them and have a sudden thought. “Matthew. Would you like me to take your photo? Of you and Daniel?”He looks up from his son with a bewildered look, as if he hadn’t thought to do that before. “That would be great.” He says, unlocking his phone before handing it to me. I switch to portrait mode and snap a half dozen photos from different angles before handing it back. He scrolls through them and his smile reveals his perfectly straight white teeth. “These are wonderful. I didn’t know my phone camera could do this.”“I’m glad you like them. Can I get you anything else? Something to eat or drink?”“No, thank you.”I smile and
“You need to take a night off. Self care isn’t just a mom thing, you know.” My sister, Ava, lectures me. “You said Daniel is thriving at the hospital lately. You can take a night off to go do something for yourself.”I don’t want to admit it, but she is right. I need to do something other than sit at the hospital, even if it is staying home and getting a good nights sleep for once. “I don’t even know what to go do.” I run my hand through my thick black hair and try to come up with either an excuse or something to do. “Want to go to dinner? I am dying for some Fogo de Chão.”“That actually sounds amazing. I haven’t been there in forever. Let me change and we can go.”Since this self care thing means I’m supposed to be doing something for me, I decide we are going to take my white Shelby GT500. I am in the mood to have fun and make the most of the night. Fast cars were everything before I had Daniel. The feeling of being one with the car as I race down the highway through St. Paul an
An alarm pierces through the silent hallways. I lock my computer and follow the sound to room 312. Matthew isn’t here tonight- none of the other nurses let him stay and I was here unexpectedly tonight. I check the monitor and note that it’s reading Daniel’s heart rate at an incredibly low rate. I open the side of his isolette to listen to his heart and as soon as my hand touches him, my heart drops. His skin is on fire. He has a fever. I page the on call physician, Dr. Crowe, who arrives moments later. Together we carefully examine Daniel and note his stomach is incredibly bloated. I scan over the previous shift’s chart notes and see he was not taking his feeds well and was sleepier than usual. Both of which should have raised red flags. Dr. Crowe orders X-rays which confirm our suspicions: Daniel has NEC. We also suspected an infection due to the fever. I start the IV antibiotics as soon as the pharmacy delivers them and I page the on call surgical team to prep for emergency su
In nursing school, we were taught compassion while maintaining distance. Avoid becoming emotionally attached to a patient. I did the exact opposite, and Daniel’s death has devastated me. I come home and try to sleep after what might be the worst day in the entirety of my career. Sleep eludes me. When it does come, it isn’t restful. Instead it is fueled by nightmares and when I wake each time I am drenched in a cold sweat. I give up on trying to sleep anymore and take a shower. I pray for the hot water to just wash away my sadness. I sigh heavily before turning off the water. I quickly dry off and change into black leggings and a royal blue cropped tee. It’s late afternoon now so I decide to call Simon. We talk for a while about what happened today before I decide to shoot my shot. “Let’s be together. Let’s make this official. We’ve wasted so many years pretending to be just friends and I don’t want to let us slip away.”“Audra… I’m going to be here for another 3 years. I’m 1300 m
The smell of strawberry and sweat fill my nostrils as the dark-skinned dancer makes her way across the stage in front of me, trying to charm me with her fluid-like movements. If it were any other night, her naked body would’ve cast a spell upon me, provoking thoughts of lust and sin. But not tonight. I truly don’t even know why I’m here other than I refuse to go back to my empty house where an empty nursery waited for a baby that would never come home. What was once a happy home was now a prison of guilt and sorrow I am desperate to escape. The loud music vibrates in my chest as the dancer takes her tip and pulls my head into her breasts, rubbing them across my face. When she pulls away, I can see the glitter on her chest shimmering under the stage lights. I’m guessing it’s now all over my face too. I’m distracted by my thoughts when out of the corner of my eye I see someone take a seat next to me. The smell of coconut and vanilla overpower the smell of strawberry from the dancer.
I try to make as little noise as possible as I dart through the thick woods. I can hear him screaming my name. He’s a ways behind me but is closing the gap quickly. I stop to listen for him but heart is throbbing loudly in my ears as I crouch behind a large fallen tree. I’ve been running for what feels like miles. No matter how far I run I only seem to get further from anyone who can help me. I am ready to let my body relax for moment and catch my breath when I hear a twig snap. A cold chill shoots down my spine and my breath is caught in my chest. I don’t dare move a muscle or even so much as blink. I carefully look around but I do not see or hear anything. I slowly stand to move again when I feel someone grab me from behind. I try to scream but a hand covers my mouth, muffling the sounds trying to escape. “Shhhh… be a good girl and be quiet. Calm down. Don’t run.” Tears stream down my face and I struggle against his tight grip on my arms behind my back. The harder I fight, the
The way the dress clings to Audra’s perfect body like a glove. Her sultry hair and make up. Seeing the way every man tonight wanted her and knowing she is mine and only mine.The amount of self restraint I had to have tonight at the party is unbearable. Now that we are home, I can’t control myself any more. My cock throbs against my tight pants, screaming to be let free. Audra asks me to unzip her dress for her. I oblige, pressing up against her as the dress falls to the floor. I feel her body tense in response to feeling my erection press against her perfect, heart shaped ass. I cup her breasts in my hands and tease her nipples until they are standing at attention. My hand travels south across her smooth skin until I reach the edge of her lace thong. As I run my finger along the inside edge of the thong, I kiss and nibble the nape of her neck. She moans in response and grinds her ass against me. “You want this, baby?” I whisper in her ear and slide my fingers under the lace of he
Chapter: AudraI gaze at my reflection in the full length mirror, fussing with my dress, trying to decide if I should change. “You look perfect.” Matthew says, emerging from around the corner. He walks up behind me, placing his hands on my hips and leaning his head down on my shoulder. The strapless black cocktail dress hugs my curves, the hem stopping halfway down my thighs. My hair flows freely down my shoulders. I decided to straighten it today; it’s full length ending at the small of my back. He helps me put on the necklace he had custom made for me and hands me my black patent leather pumps. After I slip on my shoes and grab my black clutch, I give my reflection one more glance in the mirror. “They’re going to love you. Relax.” He kisses my cheek and takes my hand to draw me toward the door. We are taking a company limousine tonight to Matthew’s sister’s party. Matthew opens the car door for me, holding my hand as I climb in. He climbs in behind me, closing the door before
I stare out the window as the plane descends into Minneapolis. It’s already nightfall and the city lights shine brightly against the dark horizon. I am happy to be back. The east coast is a different breed of people. Here in the Midwest, everyone is overbearingly friendly. We will casually chat with a complete stranger in a grocery store without thinking twice. Vermont isn’t like that. People aren’t necessarily rude but it feels that way because I’m so accustomed to the Midwestern mentality. I switch on my phone as the plane taxis down the runway into the terminal. I have contemplated texting Audra so many times since I decided to move back but I can’t bring myself to do it. She hasn’t reached out to me in months. Not since the night I told her I couldn’t be the person she wanted me to be. She moved out of the apartment I rented for her. I have no idea where she is. The guilt of pushing her away has eaten me alive since then. I sold everything I couldn’t fit into a carry on bag,
I’ve played with men and I’ve played with women, but nothing could have prepared me for the pleasure I was experiencing in this moment. Having two hard, thick cocks inside me. Filling me to the brim as they alternate thrusting in and out. Being pleasured by two men who know exactly how I like being fucked is going to ruin me. “Fuck, yes!” Austin growls as he thrusts deep into my tight ass hole. “You like being fucked by two cocks, little slut?” Before I can speak, my body replies for me as I come hard, tightening around both him and Matthew, shaking from the waves of pure ecstasy. “Oh I think our naughty little girl likes it a lot.” Matthew replies before pulling out of me and bringing his cock to my lips. I greedily suck my cum off of it like a melting popsicle. Austin holds my hair back as he lifts me up and down his cock, watching me take Matthew’s entire length into my mouth. I come again, triggering his release and I feel his cock pulse inside me. Matthew pulls me off of Aus
“Who is Simon?”Matthew’s question takes me by surprise and I’m too stunned to speak for a moment. “He’s an old friend. Why?” I answer vaguely but with a neutral tone. The last thing I want is to sound defensive or guilty. “Just curious. I saw his name pop up when he called last night. I’ve never heard you mention Simon before.”“Are you jealous, Matthew Christiansen?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. “No.” He responds in a surprisingly calm manner. “I’ve only ever met Lexi. You never talk about your family or other friends. I was just curious.”“Truth be told, I don’t really have anyone else aside from Lexi, Simon and you. My parents divorced when I was young, I am an only child, my parents are divorced. My dad lives in Spring Valley and my mother lives in Alaska. There’s not much to tell.”He wraps his arm around my side and pulls me closer to him. I don’t think it was the answer he was digging for but he seemed satisfied with my response. “See anything you like?” He asks me, g
The pitter-patter of heavy raindrops on the window wakes me from my deep sleep. I check my phone for the time, disturbing Butters. He stretches and sighs loudly as he snuggles back into my pillow. It is only 4am. I see a missed call from Simon but no text messages. I’ll text him in the morning. We haven’t spoken in months. We used to talk daily. I place my phone back on the nightstand and lie back down, letting out a deep sigh. I love how much my life has changed recently. I love the life Matthew and I are building together. But I miss my best friend so much it hurts. I have never even mentioned Simon to Matthew. I’m not necessarily hiding anything but I’m not entirely sure how welcoming Matthew would be to the knowledge that Simon and I had blurred the lines of our friendship, crossing boundaries we shouldn’t have. I think my past with Tyler has also left me jaded. I avoid conflict even if it means I cause myself physical or emotional pain. Reminding myself that Matthew is not
It’s been a little over a month since Audra and I have had sex. I know I need to let her heal properly and keeping my hands to myself has been excruciating. I came home from work early with the intention of helping myself relieve some tension. I close the door to my office since Lita is here. Before I can turn on my computer, my phone pings. It’s Dave texting me to let me know he emailed the file for the background check I asked for. I abandon my plan for self love and open the file. Simon Thomas Park. Born April 27, 1996. Only child. Lived in Spring Valley, WI. Currently lives in Burlington, VT. No criminal record. No children. Not married. This guy is as basic as it gets. So who is he to Audra and why is he contacting her? Digging further into the file I see they attended the same high school but didn’t attend the same college. There’s really not much that connects them. I open the attached photos. One is of Audra and Simon together in front of a large body of water in the midd
A rumble of thunder rouses me from my slumber. I roll from my back to my belly and sleepily gaze toward the middle of the bed but see that it is empty. The thunderstorm outside makes it unusually dark in the room and I’m not sure what time it actually is. I grab my phone from my nightstand and see that it’s 7:45am. Matthew is already on his way to the office if he hasn’t already arrived. I grumble and wrap myself back into my cocoon of soft down and close my eyes again. Moments later, Butters jumps onto the bed and walks up the length of my body before stopping to sit right between my shoulder blades. He purrs loudly for a minute before he takes a paw and starts to gently bat at the edge of the blanket next to my face. He meows softly and then bats at me again, slightly more aggressively this time. “Alright, fine.” I groan as I roll over and push him and the blankets off of me. I follow him downstairs to the kitchen and I pour food into his bowl. I make a mental note to look into