Write In The Middle Of It

As if God was listening to his thoughts, Brett looked up and there stood Mekayla who jumped and screamed at his presence.

"What the fuck?!" Mekayla yelled, " What the fuck are you doing up here?! Are you following me?" Mekayla went back to grab the door and heard the phone ringing inside.

"Baby no." Brett replied as he tried to stand up. "You live here?"

"Hell yeah I live here." She said with her hand still on the door handle, “Not that I wanted you to know that!"

"Why not?" said Brett as he started up the stairs.

"Don't come any closer,” Mekayla said.

He stopped himself in the middle of the stairs, "Again, I ask you why not?"

"Because tonight was a mistake Brett." She replied.

"Was it?" He said smugly

"Yes." Mekayla said none too confidently.

Brett chuckled at her response, "You sure?"

Mekayla just hung her head and sighed.

"That’s what I thought."

Brett slowly made his way up the steps while Mekayla leaned up against her screen door. He stopped at the top step put his leg up and rested his elbow on his leg, his head in his hand. If the wind decided to blow he would get a nice shot of Mekayla's womanhood.

She just stood there with her head down and her eyes closed.

"So did you think about me at all?" he paused slightly "Be honest."

"I can't answer that." Mekayla whispered not moving her head or her eyes.

Brett stepped up onto the top step, stood in front of her and tilted his chin up with his finger. Mekayla opened her eyes and tears starting forming in them.

You just did." Brett said as he kissed her passionately.

Mekayla didn't stop him; in fact she grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him passionately but as she did, tears flowed down her cheeks. Brett felt them and pushed her away slightly.

"What's wrong?" He said as he kissed the tears off of her face.

"You know what's wrong," she sighed with her head tilted back and her eyes closed.

Brett kissed her chin and down the front of her neck, "Don't be afraid of what you are feeling. Go with it." He said through the kisses as his mouth traveled down her chest drawing nearer to her breasts.

Mekayla pushed his head away, "I can’t.”

Brett kissed her again and moaned intensely. Then he playfully licked and sucked on her lips as if they were her womanhood. Mekayla remembered that from the first kiss and got weak instantly. She tried to push him away but Brett cupped the back of her head and kissed her harder. Then he let his hand slip under her robe and stroked her nipple. At that point Mekayla pushed him off of her.

"Stop!" she said angrily.

"Why!" Brett's expression changed from satisfied to scowling.

"Because this has gone far enough,” she said started to get choked up.

Brett tilted her chin again and looked deep in to her eyes "He won't know unless you tell him."

"But I'll know." Mekayla went to open her screen door and Brett held the door.

She turned to look at him.

"Look at me in the eye and tell me that you don't want this." Brett pleaded.

"What I want and what I can have are two separate things." Mekayla said dead in his face. Brett flung the screen door open and lifted her up pushing them through the back door. He carried her over to the bed and lay on top of her kissing her furiously. Mekayla pushed and kicked him off of her and jumped off the bed to the back door. Her robe was open and she was visibly shaken.

"I can’t do this!" She screamed.

"Ok, ok" Brett said getting off the bed with his hands up in the air in defense. He walked over to the door and walked out swiftly.

Mekayla quickly shut the door behind him and locked it. Brett looked back at the door and hung his head. He was down, but not out. He flew down the steps and began to walk back to his building.

He was having a hard time controlling the bulge in his sweats, but when he got to the alley where he left Sadiah, his mood changed. He became solemn, and full of regret.

He headed down to the dumpster where he left her. He was going to pick her up and take her back to the house, clean her up and then call the police. Mekayla would see him as a hero then, not some villain tryin to steal her from her man. Brett's stomach started doing flip-flops at what he may have to witness. He took a deep breath and walked around the dumpster with his eyes closed. When he opened them, there wasn't a trace of Sadiah.

Not even a blood splatter.