Page 19 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

Chapter Ten

The eagerness in William’s low tone sent heat sputtering through her blood. She would not call her mother, she could screw that. She picked up her phone and shut it off, then opened a drawer and tossed it in. She would love nothing more than to just throw it in the trash, but she needed it to keep in touch with William.

She gritted her teeth and paced a few seconds. She’d need to take long enough to seem like she’d at least called. Great, now she was lying. She’d tell him she left a voice message for her mother—if he even asked—because that’s how her mother was; she’d call but wouldn’t answer when you’d call back. Like she was making you pay for daring to not answer when she called. She didn’t answer to people, they answered to her.

She closed her eyes and images of a wet William in the shower hit her between the legs. The earlier fantasy she’d had of her performing her oral talents came next. Then came the final loser memory of her not really having any such talent.

She opened her eyes and sighed. Maybe she just needed to not play the experienced card when she didn’t technically have one. You can bluff having an Ace but you couldn’t bluff having the card itself.

She needed to stick to things she was good at. Feeding him. She could do that.

She set her mind to making the best meal ever. Well the best she’d ever made. She found noodles and another pot, hurrying to put water to boil. She was super good at anything with noodles. It would go with the sauce.

As she rummaged at a neat pace through the selection in his pantry, she recalled her mother’s words before she left. You need to quit playing around with life and start upholding this family’s ideals. You’ve been blessed to be born in a legacy of great minds, bla bla bla bla blaaaa.

Great minds? She set the water on the stove and pulled a banana from the fruit basket on the counter. Peeling it, she stared down at it then glanced toward the doorway. She peeled it down more, till it resembled a… yeah.

She swallowed, staring at it before closing her eyes and pretending she was on her knees before William. She opened her mouth.

Wait. Should she kiss it first?

Seemed right. She placed soft kisses on the top of the banana then soon began making out with it. Opening her mouth more, she took it in. How deep she was supposed to go?

She slowly lowered her head onto the banana until she retched and jerked back. Oh dear, that wouldn’t do. She tried again, ending with a gag every single time. Always consistent with the failures.

She tried once more, and the banana broke. Panic set in and she gagged it out of her mouth onto the floor. “Oh God,” she muttered, glancing out the doorway as she fetched the banana. Wonder what he’d think of her orally raping his bananas. Real sexy, I’m sure.

Stitches meowed at the back door and Rosie hurried and let it out, looking around outside as she did. The garden was there as before, waiting for the two of them to make it into a paradise. She gazed beyond where William had taken her across the little bridge. She definitely wanted to reclaim that area. Make it a little private paradise with a table and chairs. Little fire pit where they could roast marshmallows.

She stepped out onto the porch, taking in a deep breath of the cool, crisp evening. She walked down the steps and peered up into the sky, finding it lit with a million, breath-taking stars. “Wow.”

Stitches meowed at her feet and she stooped, scratching at his ears. “Hey? What’s your story? You’ve been William’s faithful friend? Have you?” She lifted the cat into her arms. “I bet you know all his secrets, don’t you?” She rubbed her nose against his onyx fur.

She suddenly bolted at smelling her food burning. “Shit,” she gasped, dropping the cat and running back to the house. She yanked the door handle and found it locked. “Nooo,” she gasped, seeing smoke billowing from the pan of sauce on the stove. She banged on the door rapidly. “William!” she yelled.

She spun and lunged off the porch, racing around the house to the front door. “No!” she cried, finding it locked. “William!” she banged loudly peering in the window next to the door as smoke billowed out of the kitchen. Pounding on the window and door, she yelled. “William! The food!”

Oh, my God. What if something caught fire? What if something was on fire!

She shot a panicked look all around her. Spotting a potted plant, she grabbed it up and hurried back. She held it by the top edges and hurled it at the glass. The plant shattered the window and nearly hit a naked William flying past. He jumped over the sudden potted plant in his path.

He spun to the window where she tried to climb in to help.

“No!” he yelled, his hand out toward her. “You’ll get cut to pieces.” He ran to the kitchen and Rosie looked around for something to clear the sharp glass so she could help him. Oh God, she was burning down their house! What if William passed out from smoke inhalation and burned to death?

“I’m coming, William!” she screamed, stripping out of her dress and wrapping her arm with it before clearing the window and clambering through. Shit, she’d not thought of the glass all over the floor. She hobbled across it, coughing and sputtering her way to the kitchen, just as William came out with the fire extinguisher, choking and gagging on the thick smoke.

“I told you to stay out!” He grabbed her arm and hurried her to the front door. He opened it and they stumbled out, coughing and sputtering.

“Is it out?” she choked.

“I got it,” he barely managed before coughing up the rest of his lung.

After they got their lungs clear, she tried to see about him. “I’m so sorry. I got locked out.”

“Are you okay? I told you not to go through the window.” He regarded her near nudity and pulled her inside. “Why are you…”

“I-I used my dress to get through so I wouldn’t get cut.”

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