Never Talk
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
794
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Chloe and Robert had been friends for a long time, long before he had met Stephanie. They had supported each other for so long; they would have died for the other on a moment’s notice. They were devoted to their friendship and each other. They had shared laughs, tears, arguments, hopes, dreams, disappointments and fears; keeping each other company through thick and thin. Was it any wonder she’d fallen in love with him? She knew of course that her love was unrequited and that he only cared for her as he would for a sister. Even if it had been otherwise he would not have wanted to risk what they had. She idly wondered when and why that had changed. But of course she already knew.
It had changed when his wife had been investigated in a murder case because the victim had been one of her current lovers. There had been a terrible scandal further inflamed by the negative publicity. The shock, pain and humiliation of having his wife’s betrayal come to light had very nearly crippled him, but he had stood by her even when confronted by her unfaithfulness. Stephanie was anything but innocent, however she hadn’t committed murder. Near the end of the fiasco, when her name had been cleared, the victory had been an empty one. Stephanie’s protestations of regret and her subsequent apologies had managed to convince Robert that they should stay together but they had not stopped him from being hurt or from eventually resenting his wife. She knew he had only stayed with Stephanie because he had fooled himself into thinking that nothing important had happened and she had only made a mistake more than from some doubtful desire to be with her.
After a month of them pretending nothing had happened, he’d finally broken down. He’d followed her home in his car after working late to cry on her shoulder. She’d been resigned to comforting him while he raved, ranted and finally broke down in tears of anguish. She had been resigned to the fact that she was powerless to stop any of the things that were causing her friend, the man she loved, pain.
He could have stopped it. He could have left Stephanie. He could have saved them their dignity, their self-respect, and their sanity. He could have spared both of them the worry, the pain, the sneaking, the lying, the betrayal, the self-loathing, the bitterness and the shame. What upset her mainly though was that he could have spared their friendship, because now it lay in ruins just like their lives. Yet she could never forget their friendship, because a friend who has risked his life for you and a friend you have risked your life for is a precious thing. Consequently, and because she was loved him, she could never deny him all of her, her body, her mind and her soul.
***
She watched her best friend as he paced across her living room. He looked distraught and she knew he’d finally broken down. The reality of the situation had at last penetrated his mind.
“Please sit down, Robert, before you trip and crack your head open on my floor. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you I don’t have time to go around cleaning up blood and disposing of bodies,” she said hoping she’d at least get a smile from him. So of course he looked at her solemnly and sat next to her on the couch. “Talk to me. I’m your friend and I’ll do anything to help you.”
“Please, Chloe, help me. I feel so hurt and she’s acting like nothing happened. I can’t sleep and I think I hate her,” he said his voice sounding raw.
He looked so sorry at that moment, like he needed a hug, so she gave him one and wished with all her might she could stop him from hurting. They were both sitting on the couch embracing as if holding on for dear life. She lifted her face to look at him while he looked down to do the same. Their lips met and they were lost. He because of his need for comfort, for a sign that not all was paint and she because of her need to give him the comfort and reassurances he so desperately needed.
He carried her to the bedroom where they both undressed each other desperately while they kissed. They had sex hard and fast. When they were done and the haze of sexual satisfaction had cleared from his mind, he looked at her, splayed on the bed, and whispered, “Oh, my God. What have I done?”
She watched as he got dressed quicker than ice cream melts in the summer and followed him to the living room. As soon as he got to the front door she told him she loved him and watched with tears in her eyes as he froze for a moment and proceeded to slam the door behind him as he left her apartment.
***
She would have forgiven that one time since it had been both their faults but he’d kept on doing it deliberately. He followed her to her apartment sometimes after they both worked late and they had sex on the bed. They never talked except for the declaration of her love right before he left. He hated her now, she could tell. He hated her because she loved him and would never say no. He hated her because her love for him was her reason and his only reason was self-destruction. It wasn’t only his fault though it was her fault too. She should say no to him, but her heart prevented her even if by doing so it managed to destroy her mind and her soul. Things could have been resolved after that first time but Robert had given up and now, unless something drastic was done, they would never stop. The path they were on was suicidal at best and if they didn’t stop they would lose the tenuous hold they had on their sanity.
Chapter 2
Chloe and Robert had been friends for a long time, long before he had met Stephanie. They had supported each other for so long; they would have died for the other on a moment’s notice. They were devoted to their friendship and each other. They had shared laughs, tears, arguments, hopes, dreams, disappointments and fears; keeping each other company through thick and thin. Was it any wonder she’d fallen in love with him? She knew of course that her love was unrequited and that he only cared for her as he would for a sister. Even if it had been otherwise he would not have wanted to risk what they had. She idly wondered when and why that had changed. But of course she already knew.
It had changed when his wife had been investigated in a murder case because the victim had been one of her current lovers. There had been a terrible scandal further inflamed by the negative publicity. The shock, pain and humiliation of having his wife’s betrayal come to light had very nearly crippled him, but he had stood by her even when confronted by her unfaithfulness. Stephanie was anything but innocent, however she hadn’t committed murder. Near the end of the fiasco, when her name had been cleared, the victory had been an empty one. Stephanie’s protestations of regret and her subsequent apologies had managed to convince Robert that they should stay together but they had not stopped him from being hurt or from eventually resenting his wife. She knew he had only stayed with Stephanie because he had fooled himself into thinking that nothing important had happened and she had only made a mistake more than from some doubtful desire to be with her.
After a month of them pretending nothing had happened, he’d finally broken down. He’d followed her home in his car after working late to cry on her shoulder. She’d been resigned to comforting him while he raved, ranted and finally broke down in tears of anguish. She had been resigned to the fact that she was powerless to stop any of the things that were causing her friend, the man she loved, pain.
He could have stopped it. He could have left Stephanie. He could have saved them their dignity, their self-respect, and their sanity. He could have spared both of them the worry, the pain, the sneaking, the lying, the betrayal, the self-loathing, the bitterness and the shame. What upset her mainly though was that he could have spared their friendship, because now it lay in ruins just like their lives. Yet she could never forget their friendship, because a friend who has risked his life for you and a friend you have risked your life for is a precious thing. Consequently, and because she was loved him, she could never deny him all of her, her body, her mind and her soul.
***
She watched her best friend as he paced across her living room. He looked distraught and she knew he’d finally broken down. The reality of the situation had at last penetrated his mind.
“Please sit down, Robert, before you trip and crack your head open on my floor. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you I don’t have time to go around cleaning up blood and disposing of bodies,” she said hoping she’d at least get a smile from him. So of course he looked at her solemnly and sat next to her on the couch. “Talk to me. I’m your friend and I’ll do anything to help you.”
“Please, Chloe, help me. I feel so hurt and she’s acting like nothing happened. I can’t sleep and I think I hate her,” he said his voice sounding raw.
He looked so sorry at that moment, like he needed a hug, so she gave him one and wished with all her might she could stop him from hurting. They were both sitting on the couch embracing as if holding on for dear life. She lifted her face to look at him while he looked down to do the same. Their lips met and they were lost. He because of his need for comfort, for a sign that not all was paint and she because of her need to give him the comfort and reassurances he so desperately needed.
He carried her to the bedroom where they both undressed each other desperately while they kissed. They had sex hard and fast. When they were done and the haze of sexual satisfaction had cleared from his mind, he looked at her, splayed on the bed, and whispered, “Oh, my God. What have I done?”
She watched as he got dressed quicker than ice cream melts in the summer and followed him to the living room. As soon as he got to the front door she told him she loved him and watched with tears in her eyes as he froze for a moment and proceeded to slam the door behind him as he left her apartment.
***
She would have forgiven that one time since it had been both their faults but he’d kept on doing it deliberately. He followed her to her apartment sometimes after they both worked late and they had sex on the bed. They never talked except for the declaration of her love right before he left. He hated her now, she could tell. He hated her because she loved him and would never say no. He hated her because her love for him was her reason and his only reason was self-destruction. It wasn’t only his fault though it was her fault too. She should say no to him, but her heart prevented her even if by doing so it managed to destroy her mind and her soul. Things could have been resolved after that first time but Robert had given up and now, unless something drastic was done, they would never stop. The path they were on was suicidal at best and if they didn’t stop they would lose the tenuous hold they had on their sanity.