got up, and walked over to Hawk's house. It took me an hour to get there and I was filled with dread every step of the way. I hated, hated, hated his father. The feeling was mutual. Walking up those steps was like climbing a mountain, and I had to marshal all my will to knock at the door.
I knocked, waited, knocked, waited. It felt like fifteen minutes until the door finally opened.
Tom stood in front of me holding a cup off coffee, dressed in slacks and a dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, a pen tucked in his pocket. He looked as if there was nothing amiss.
"Where's Hawk?"
"He left," Tom said, flatly. "He's not coming back."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know."
"Mister Richardson, please-"
"Go home, Alexis. I'm busy."
He started to close the door and I caught it with my hand. He looked at the offending limb, and then at me.
"He left, and he won’t return."
"Left how? When?"
"Yesterday."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know."
"You're lying!" I screamed, pounding the door. "Where is he?"
He grabbed my wrist and his face twisted, his teeth pulling back from his lips.
"Don't come back here," he said in a low voice, "Don't ask about my son. You're done."
He gave me a shove and it was only luck that I didn't go toppling down the stairs. I grabbed the railing and caught my balance as the door slammed. Then I realized he was standing in his office, watching me.
I ran.
A day became two. Then a week. A month. I had to go orientation in Delaware, I was assigned a room, roommates. College started.
Every day I checked my email, and texted Hawk, until once I called and the line was disconnected.
I went to class. I went through the motions. I pulled good grades.
Then I went home for Thanksgiving and all hell broke loose.
Hawk
Now
A rocket flits skyward with a soft whine and pops , bathing the meadow and the trees in harsh light, etching deep shadows on Alex's face. She chews her lip and looks at me with her arms folded and rubs her leg with her foot, and I sweep her up in my arms. She puts her hands on my chest and pushes, but I pull her closer, trapping her hands against me.
"Let go."
"No."
"I'll scream."
"I want you to."
"Hawk, I mean it."
I relax my grip, but Alex doesn't step back. She puts her head on my chest and sighs, her breath tickling my skin through my shirt.
"What do you want?"
"You."
She laughs bitterly. "Cute, Hawk. What do you really want?"
"I want to pick up where I left off."
She looks up, mischief in her brown eyes. "Where was that?"
"I told you to wear something nice," I whisper, holding her sides. I can feel her breathing. "So I could tear it off you and fuck your brains out."
She grins. "Who says I'd let you?"
I duck down and bury my face in her hair, and breath deep. No perfume or scents for Alexis, just her own soft, indescribable scent. My hands move to her back, one sliding up to press her against me while the other glides down. I grab a handful of her ass and squeeze and her whole body jerks. She writhes against me, her stomach presses against mine as her hips roll against my body and then she pulls back, shoving roughly out of my arms. She stumbles a bit and swipes at her face, turning from me.
"Now. How can you do this to me now?"
"Alex-"
I reach for her and she steps out of my grip, moving deftly around me.
"Do you know what they did to me?"
I shake my head. "Who? Did what? What are you talking about?"
She hugs herself and opens the distance between us. I move closer.
"Our parents married while I was at school. I heard from May. They did it at the courthouse, no ceremony. When I came home our apartment was cleaned out. Mom made me move in with him ." She must mean my father. "In his house. So I asked him again."
"Again? Asked what?"
She shudders. "I asked him where you were, if he heard anything. I pleaded with him, begged him. Did he know where you were?"
"Yeah. He did."
She laughs, a bitter, humorless sound. More fireworks blast the night with harsh red light
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