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Authors: Shey Stahl
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the shops all yours, man.” I chuckle, bringing my beer to my lips. “It just happened.”
He glances away, then nods. Once. Sharp. Like he’s really wanting me to consider his next question. “Just for a minute put yourself in my shoes. What would you do if it was you?”
Heavy question.
I’m not sure how to answer it. So I don’t, for an entire minute.
“Honestly, dude, I don’t know. I didn’t grow up with siblings. I’d never be in that position.”
“I just don’t get it. She was eight when you met her. She was like your fucking sister.”
“I know, but she’s not eight anymore and I’m not fourteen. I get it, but I would never hurt her intentionally.”
Look at Red. He’s a perfect example of how things can change even when you don’t want them to. He told himself his love was buried with Nevaeh. And then Lenny came along and surfaced every emotion he thought was six feet under.
With Raven, as the weeks went by I realized why this girl had taken a hold of me when she was younger. I thought of her as a little sister myself, but it still didn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to her.
She just turned twenty in August and I’m twenty-six. I’ll be twenty-seven in December. That’s a huge age difference.
Given her recent background, and mine, it surprised the hell out of me she even wanted more.
I’ll admit I’m a bit hostile when it comes to relationships. Mostly because I’ve been burned in the worst way.
Last February my now ex-girlfriend, Berkley, found out she was pregnant and we couldn’t have been happier. So I thought.
Two weeks later, she miscarried and a week after that she moved out claiming she needed to find herself.
After six years of being together, I think it’s pretty obvious if that was her way of dealing with it, she was never truly in love in the first place.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I tell Red, hoping he listens to me. I never went into it with Raven thinking I would deceive my best friend. I told myself I’d tell him eventually and then that turned into six months and how do you start that conversation?
With his elbows resting on the bar, Red laughs low and without humor as he toys with the paper label on the longneck in front of him. “I know you are.”
Does he?
Red looks over at me and I think I know what he’s going to say next, because I’ve certainly felt it. “You made her dirty by hiding it.”
Guilt hits me in the chest. I should have told him and the fact that he found out this way only makes it worse. The fact that I made Raven look dirty, well that’s enough to destroy me.
I moved to Lebanon when I was fourteen and Red has been my friend from that day on. He deserved better from me. I definitely should have told him.
“It’s never gonna be the same, man,” Red says, bringing the beer to his lips.
Weariness has me rubbing my face before I answer. “I know.”
“Do you have feelings for her or what?” There’s a curiousness in his tone, one where he’s genuinely asking and not looking for me to just say it to appease him.
“I don’t fucking know. I really don’t.” I leave my answer at that.
BY FRIDAY, I’M missing Raven. I told myself not to. Actually demanded that I not, but it didn’t work. I miss her like fucking crazy. Mostly her friendship but the sex too.
Friday marks the start of our fall softball league as well and arguably my favorite night of the week in the fall. Mostly because these guys are part of my family and I love spending time with them. Red and his family have become like my second one over the years. They say friends are closer than blood at times and I honestly believe that. I hardly ever see my family but on any given week, I’m at Red’s house two nights a week.
Except for this week. He wasn’t exactly that nice to me. I can’t say I blame him.
I’ve played softball with Walker Automotive for years and it’s always been fun. It’s different now because I’m not sure how to act
He glances away, then nods. Once. Sharp. Like he’s really wanting me to consider his next question. “Just for a minute put yourself in my shoes. What would you do if it was you?”
Heavy question.
I’m not sure how to answer it. So I don’t, for an entire minute.
“Honestly, dude, I don’t know. I didn’t grow up with siblings. I’d never be in that position.”
“I just don’t get it. She was eight when you met her. She was like your fucking sister.”
“I know, but she’s not eight anymore and I’m not fourteen. I get it, but I would never hurt her intentionally.”
Look at Red. He’s a perfect example of how things can change even when you don’t want them to. He told himself his love was buried with Nevaeh. And then Lenny came along and surfaced every emotion he thought was six feet under.
With Raven, as the weeks went by I realized why this girl had taken a hold of me when she was younger. I thought of her as a little sister myself, but it still didn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to her.
She just turned twenty in August and I’m twenty-six. I’ll be twenty-seven in December. That’s a huge age difference.
Given her recent background, and mine, it surprised the hell out of me she even wanted more.
I’ll admit I’m a bit hostile when it comes to relationships. Mostly because I’ve been burned in the worst way.
Last February my now ex-girlfriend, Berkley, found out she was pregnant and we couldn’t have been happier. So I thought.
Two weeks later, she miscarried and a week after that she moved out claiming she needed to find herself.
After six years of being together, I think it’s pretty obvious if that was her way of dealing with it, she was never truly in love in the first place.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I tell Red, hoping he listens to me. I never went into it with Raven thinking I would deceive my best friend. I told myself I’d tell him eventually and then that turned into six months and how do you start that conversation?
With his elbows resting on the bar, Red laughs low and without humor as he toys with the paper label on the longneck in front of him. “I know you are.”
Does he?
Red looks over at me and I think I know what he’s going to say next, because I’ve certainly felt it. “You made her dirty by hiding it.”
Guilt hits me in the chest. I should have told him and the fact that he found out this way only makes it worse. The fact that I made Raven look dirty, well that’s enough to destroy me.
I moved to Lebanon when I was fourteen and Red has been my friend from that day on. He deserved better from me. I definitely should have told him.
“It’s never gonna be the same, man,” Red says, bringing the beer to his lips.
Weariness has me rubbing my face before I answer. “I know.”
“Do you have feelings for her or what?” There’s a curiousness in his tone, one where he’s genuinely asking and not looking for me to just say it to appease him.
“I don’t fucking know. I really don’t.” I leave my answer at that.
BY FRIDAY, I’M missing Raven. I told myself not to. Actually demanded that I not, but it didn’t work. I miss her like fucking crazy. Mostly her friendship but the sex too.
Friday marks the start of our fall softball league as well and arguably my favorite night of the week in the fall. Mostly because these guys are part of my family and I love spending time with them. Red and his family have become like my second one over the years. They say friends are closer than blood at times and I honestly believe that. I hardly ever see my family but on any given week, I’m at Red’s house two nights a week.
Except for this week. He wasn’t exactly that nice to me. I can’t say I blame him.
I’ve played softball with Walker Automotive for years and it’s always been fun. It’s different now because I’m not sure how to act
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