earlier this week and had her added to my account, just in case I don’t make it home. I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet. Opening it up, I reach in and pull out Ben. “Here, blow it well,” I urge, tucking it into her back pocket, copping a feel as Lucille pays the waitress.
“Wyatt,” Allie giggles. “Stop. Mom is going to see you, and then she’ll be sure to keep me occupied the entire day.” She pushes me away playfully. I glimpse behind Allie to make sure Lucille’s attention isn’t on us, and it’s not. She’s chatting with the waitress and some guy in a business suit.
I close the space between us and reach around her. I take her ass into my hands and pull her into me. I use my nose to push her hair away from the side of her face, and bring my lips to rest against her ear. “I see, it’s okay for you to torture me under the table, directly in front of your mother, but I’m not allowed to get my fix? Doesn’t seem fair, baby,” I whisper.
I hear her breath hitch, and as I bring my face around to meet hers, her eyes close. “Ah- hum. Don’t make me go and get more ice water to cool you two off,” Lucille interrupts. Damn, damn, damn! “Come on, let’s go. We’ll see you boys later tonight.” Lucille takes Allie by the hand and leads her through the diner.
Allie turns around and crinkles her nose. “Sorry,” she mouths, puckering her lips. I blow her a kiss and sit back in the booth. I stare at the food in front of me, unable to eat. It’s cold, and watching Allie disappear to go shopping with her mother is bringing my leaving her closer to reality. Soon, it will no longer be pain from the thought of telling her goodbye; it’ll be real pain.
Seven
Rushed Time
TWO DAYS, TODAY and tomorrow, that’s all I have left before I surrender myself to a bunch of cocky-ass sergeants, who’ll treat me no better than dog shit on the bottom of their boots. And no, I still haven’t told Allie anything. I’ve come to the conclusion that Kyle is right, and he has been all along. I have to break her heart, but I refuse to sit down and lie to her. There’s no way in hell I’m going to hold her hands, look her in the eyes, and tell her we’re finished. No fucking way. I am however, taking the coward’s way out. I’m going to leave, without an explanation. Does she deserve one? You bet your ass she does, but I can’t. Because if I see her cry, if she tells me she hates me, I’ll end up in jail. I won’t do my duty and serve. I’ll pack both of our shit up and we’ll go into hiding. She has one year before she graduates, but I’m sure she’d be fine with finishing somewhere else if it meant that we’d be together. But if I do that, Kyle will die. And I’ll still be here to watch her cry herself to sleep at night, again...
“Did you get everything taken care of?” Kyle asks as we drive back to his house.
“Yeah,” I nod. We just left the lawyer’s office. I may be only twenty, but I’m pretty damn intelligent. I just signed my will and made Allie my power of attorney. I don’t have much, but everything I have will go to Allie if something happens to me. There’s a little over ten grand in my account, thanks to my deceased grandfather, and my jeep. That’s all, nothing else. “You?” Kyle nods and grips the steering wheel tighter.
“Hey, your mom’s working tonight, right? What do you have planned?” I ask, hoping to get in some alone time with Allie.
“I pulled out some old home videos to watch with Al. Thought about throwing together a bunch of snacks, and munch on them as we take a stroll down memory lane,” he responds. This may seem somewhat selfish, but he’s had his entire life with her; he gets to come back home to her...I don’t.
“Do you think you could let me and Allie have some alone time?”
Kyle jerks his head back and looks at me, evilly. “For real?” he asks.
“Dude, eyes on the fucking road!” I yell as he swerves, missing an
“Wyatt,” Allie giggles. “Stop. Mom is going to see you, and then she’ll be sure to keep me occupied the entire day.” She pushes me away playfully. I glimpse behind Allie to make sure Lucille’s attention isn’t on us, and it’s not. She’s chatting with the waitress and some guy in a business suit.
I close the space between us and reach around her. I take her ass into my hands and pull her into me. I use my nose to push her hair away from the side of her face, and bring my lips to rest against her ear. “I see, it’s okay for you to torture me under the table, directly in front of your mother, but I’m not allowed to get my fix? Doesn’t seem fair, baby,” I whisper.
I hear her breath hitch, and as I bring my face around to meet hers, her eyes close. “Ah- hum. Don’t make me go and get more ice water to cool you two off,” Lucille interrupts. Damn, damn, damn! “Come on, let’s go. We’ll see you boys later tonight.” Lucille takes Allie by the hand and leads her through the diner.
Allie turns around and crinkles her nose. “Sorry,” she mouths, puckering her lips. I blow her a kiss and sit back in the booth. I stare at the food in front of me, unable to eat. It’s cold, and watching Allie disappear to go shopping with her mother is bringing my leaving her closer to reality. Soon, it will no longer be pain from the thought of telling her goodbye; it’ll be real pain.
Seven
Rushed Time
TWO DAYS, TODAY and tomorrow, that’s all I have left before I surrender myself to a bunch of cocky-ass sergeants, who’ll treat me no better than dog shit on the bottom of their boots. And no, I still haven’t told Allie anything. I’ve come to the conclusion that Kyle is right, and he has been all along. I have to break her heart, but I refuse to sit down and lie to her. There’s no way in hell I’m going to hold her hands, look her in the eyes, and tell her we’re finished. No fucking way. I am however, taking the coward’s way out. I’m going to leave, without an explanation. Does she deserve one? You bet your ass she does, but I can’t. Because if I see her cry, if she tells me she hates me, I’ll end up in jail. I won’t do my duty and serve. I’ll pack both of our shit up and we’ll go into hiding. She has one year before she graduates, but I’m sure she’d be fine with finishing somewhere else if it meant that we’d be together. But if I do that, Kyle will die. And I’ll still be here to watch her cry herself to sleep at night, again...
“Did you get everything taken care of?” Kyle asks as we drive back to his house.
“Yeah,” I nod. We just left the lawyer’s office. I may be only twenty, but I’m pretty damn intelligent. I just signed my will and made Allie my power of attorney. I don’t have much, but everything I have will go to Allie if something happens to me. There’s a little over ten grand in my account, thanks to my deceased grandfather, and my jeep. That’s all, nothing else. “You?” Kyle nods and grips the steering wheel tighter.
“Hey, your mom’s working tonight, right? What do you have planned?” I ask, hoping to get in some alone time with Allie.
“I pulled out some old home videos to watch with Al. Thought about throwing together a bunch of snacks, and munch on them as we take a stroll down memory lane,” he responds. This may seem somewhat selfish, but he’s had his entire life with her; he gets to come back home to her...I don’t.
“Do you think you could let me and Allie have some alone time?”
Kyle jerks his head back and looks at me, evilly. “For real?” he asks.
“Dude, eyes on the fucking road!” I yell as he swerves, missing an
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