This prompt continues with Mav’s Story. This is the 6th installment so if you’re new and would like to read it in chronological order, read the previous parts HERE.
I was naked.
My hair and body still damp, wet sheets twisted around my torso.
Black. The room was layered with it. Not even the glow of an alarm clock.
Silence. The storm long gone.
“I don’t recommend turning on the light.” John’s voice whispered mere inches from my ear.
The tickle of it scared me and I nearly fell off the bed. “Jesus, don’t do that!” A thousand needles pierced my skull at the movement. “Oh God.”
“I wouldn’t move either.”
“Now you tell me.” I lowered my voice to match his. Every part of my body wanted to die.
“Will you be okay if I leave the room for a few minutes?”
“I’ve been fine for five years. A few minutes are nothing.”
A sigh escaped as the bed shifted the tiniest bit. I sensed him move across the room, his footfalls undetectable.
Wrapped in his arms, our skin sticking as summer spilled through the window.
I traced the lines of his arm. “I want to stay here forever. With you.”
“Bed? Or were you thinking bigger, like the entire state?”
“Both. I never want to move again.”
He chuckled. “I think your dad might notice.”
“He told me to marry you.”
The arms left me. “What?”
I rolled to face him. “He said I should get pregnant so you’d marry me.”
“You mean my trust fund?” He crawled out of bed, giving me the full view of his naked body. “I don’t receive it until I’m twenty-one. A long time to watch a squalling brat.”
“I don’t want kids. You know I just want your body.” I teased him, trying to elicit a smile.
“I’m leaving, Mav. When I get it. I’m gone.”
I shoved the disappointment away. “I know. I only want right now. Fuck the future.”
He slid his jeans back on, forgoing the underwear. “Don’t you want anything? To see the world? Have a career? Move out of your dad’s house?”
“I wouldn’t mind a replay of ten minutes ago….”
“I’m serious, Mav. What’s your dream?”
“A bottle of tequila, some limes, and an ice cube?”
“That’s what you want to do with your life? Alcohol?” He climbed back onto my bed. “You’re better than that, Mav.” He fingered a stray lock of my hair, before tucking it behind my ear.
“Here.” A warm hand found mine with uncanny precision, pressing a few pills into it.
“What are they?”
I slowly sat up, not caring about the sheet sliding off my torso. I swallowed them, their dryness leaving a bitter taste.
His fingers found mine again, wrapping them around a cup. “Water.”
I gulped it down.
“Easy. You don’t want to be sick again. I have some crackers for you too.”
A rustling noise, his hands again guiding mine to the prize.
I nibbled on a cracker.
“How much, Mav?”
“Huh?” My stomach gurgled, this time in ravenous hunger. I popped the rest of the cracker in my mouth and grabbed another.
“The whiskey. One shot would not have had you curled up in a fetal position all night.”
He leaned in, greeting me with a hot kiss. “Damn, Mav. You taste like a bar. I thought you were going to wait for me.”
“It’s been a while.” Two? Three? Four? I couldn’t remember.
“Define a while.”
“Two years, nine months, twenty-one days and… twelve hours…give or take?”
“Aw hell. AA?”
“Yeah.” Crumbs stuck to my chest, as I continued eating.
“Fuck, Mav! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You never asked. I wanted to tell you in person, but -”
“Forgive me.” Hot lips covered mine.
I dropped the crackers.
Another week, another deadly sin. Why not?
For this week’s prompt, let’s talk about sloth. Emotional or spiritual apathy. It’s not doing what we think we should. It is closer to apathy than it is to simply being lazy. It is putting your kids in front of the TV instead of playing with them, for instance.
A special thanks to nocturnal writing buddy @in_mandyland for assuring a delirious me this post wasn’t a total loss and not to hit delete.
Constructive criticism is always welcomed and wanted.