Tobias

27th of March 2017

‘Well? Aren’t you going to ask why I’m here? I mean we haven’t been in contact in five years, I’m suddenly on your doorstep, without you uttering a single word, you usher me in. Geez Tobes…’ she trailed off and turned her attention out the window. Realising I needed to speak, I cleared my throat, and leant further into the doorframe, hoping it would be my support, in this time of crisis.

‘Lily… I really hadn’t expected you to be on the other side of that door.’ I knew I was beginning to ramble, but I was truly lost for words, fumbling my way through the dire silence that was cutting the air. ‘It’s been years of silence, you abandon my wedding, get on a plane without a word, and leave me a scrap of paper saying, ‘I love you, Goodbye.’ What did you expect to happen when I opened the door? I had half a mind to slam it the second I opened it.’

‘I had expected that much. I hadn’t expected to linger on the step like a fucking Jehovah witness, that you were trying to shake off.’ she retorted sharply, each word bitter, and burnt as they slid off her tongue. Anger rising within, as she took a deep breath to calm herself, it was clear that whatever the reason had been for her sudden arrival, it hadn’t come with wanting a happy reunion. Fidgeting under her gaze, I looked out the window, a fear of locking eyes and seeing only the fiery hatred that her words had sputtered.

‘Why are you here Lily? I’m coping with enough shit right now, I don’t want to deal with this old fight again.’ exhausted and defeated I slumped to the floor, the last few days finally taking their toll on my mind and body, I pulled my knees to myself and hugged them, head lolling and eventually falling forward onto my lap, although I’d initially believed I was hurting, no tears had come. Perhaps I was finally relieved, that my freedom was on the horizon. Moping and drowning in my own self-pity, it was a few seconds before I realized, that two slender arms were wrapped around me, hot shallow breath against my neck, her head was rested on top of mine, and she was slowly rubbing along the nape of my neck, soothing and arousing.

‘Rosie called me.’ I stiffened at the mention of her name, noting my change in comfort she changed the pace of her stroking, slower, smoother, lighter. Gentle brushing, occasionally catching the tips of my hair, sending shockwaves that coursed through my body. She sighed but continued. ‘I know about the divorce. She claimed that you were in a right state, and although my better judgement told me that her dramatic flair may have altered the details, to match with her idea of this ‘tragic tale of star-crossed lovers’. I guess part of me couldn’t bare to know that you were coping with this on your own… if I’m being totally honest I had a dream about your dad, calling out to me, telling me that I was needed at home. I took it as a sign and caught the first flight available.’ …

‘but… I thought… I thought you hated me?’

‘Don’t misunderstand Tobes, I do truly despise what you did to me, and who you’ve become since being with Rosie. But, your dad wouldn’t forgive me if I’d abandoned you at a time like this, and I owe him eternally for his unwavering love, so I’m here to settle my debt.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘I’m here to sell this house. MY house. I’m here to sort through years of memories and junk. I’m prepared for the emotional rollercoaster, and all its gruesome side-effects, and when it’s all cleared out, and you have a new pad, I will be returning to my own life. And we will go back to our previous unagreed arrangement of silence, nothing more, nothing less.’

‘You can’t sell this house. I won’t allow it. This is MY fucking house Lily.’

‘No. THIS is MY house. Your dad left it to me. Now I’ve been reasonable and let you live here for six long years - rent-free I’m hastened to add - and I’m sure you’ve fucked it penniless, but regardless this is MY house and I will be selling it.’

‘this is the only home I’ve ever known, and your selling it from under me? That is one warped personality that you’ve accumulated, kick me while I’m down aye? Why don’t you chop off my dick for good measure?’

‘That thought had occurred to me, but your only value now is that you’re a decent fuck. If I took your dick you’d be a; dickless, homeless, divorcee, white-collar, cheating bastard.’

‘Wow. Please don’t spare me any of your praise. You must have truly struggled to admit that I always made you cum. You can’t even deny it, can you? You always moaned in pleasure with me, I know your weak spots, and that must truly make you seethe.’

‘the very idea that I ever let you touch me, truly sickens me, but I can sleep at night knowing that I’ve had better in the sack. Whilst you’ve been stuck with Miss Piggy, probably fucking yourselves senseless to blend in with the other ‘fifty shades’ housewives that have reared their ugly heads. I have managed to get the best head of my life, and they didn’t cheat on me, because shockingly you’re not the only man that is able to pay me attention.’

‘But I’m the only one, who you want attention from.’

‘you were… you were…’