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"I can't believe you'd leave our child so soon after we had him. I mean a six-month-old needs his mom."
Her mouth falls open and she pales. I hate to embarrass her but this date is over.
"Wait! You're a mom?"
That's right, fuck head, she sure is! And by the time I'm finished, it won't just be to a puppy either.
"I have a...,"
"An adorable little baby boy." I finish for her. "I'm really surprised you came out. And drinking," and I go in for the final hit, "while breastfeeding!"
"Oh my God!"
"I can't handle this, Crissy. I'm really not dad material."
"It's Carson..., and you’re leaving...," She puts her napkin on the table and turns to shoot me a look of contempt. I take the vacated seat and wait. "I can't believe you. That was so mean."
"He was a complete loser."
"Yeah but...," She deflates before my eyes. "I don't need your help chasing away any prospect I might have of finding love. I can apparently do just fine on my own. And to use Jack of all things!"
"Hey, if the guy’s not going to take the time to find out it's a cute as fuck pug then he doesn't need to be on a date with you in the first place."
Her face screws up into a little pout before she stands and makes her way out of the restaurant. I'm just stating the obvious, but I don't think she's receptive to the obvious right now. It doesn't help that when she tries to make her grand exit her heel catches on a rug and she almost falls on her face in front of the whole restaurant. I'm up and to her just in time to keep that from happening. It just makes her madder.
She brushes my hands away, "I can't believe you would be so...insensitive."
I pay for both of our tabs and follow her out. She's already in her car by the time I catch up with her. I give her the lead so she can reach the house and settle in before I try to launch my apology. I might have to spend the rest of the night groveling but it's worth it to keep dirtbags like Captain ‘Roid’ away from her. The upchucking aspect of seeing her on a date with someone has proven one thing to me...tonight my little neighbor will learn she’s destined to be so much more to me than just my next-door neighbor!
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Carson
I was so pissed...and hurt that when I got home I went straight to my bedroom so I could shed the clothes I wore tonight. I'm never going to be able to wear them again. There is so much shame attached to them now that it will be impossible for me to wear them and not think about this disastrous night. And what the hell even? What’s up with my next-door neighbor? Has the man gone crazy?
Does it even matter? The thing that brings tears to my eyes is not that for whatever reason my neighbor decided he was going to try to ruin my life tonight. No, it's the fact that he didn't have to bother. My life was already shit. The date was going to hell faster than a politician at a soul sale. But damn it, that was not the way I wanted my night to be ended.
Couldn't I find a guy who wanted to be my friend if the date didn't work out? Is everyone on a dating site just there for a fuck? I don't know if I'm madder at my neighbor, my date, or myself for putting myself in a situation where the other two had the opportunity to make me a fool.
I angrily rip off my clothes after just as angrily taking my hair down from the French thingy Kiki put it up in. She did my hair and makeup for me - she always does my hair and makeup for me when I have one of these stupid dates.
No more! I am done! I am not doing these stupid dates anymore. I'm through. I don't even worry about laying out clothes for the night. I'm too mad to care or wear clothes. I light a couple of candles and hop in the shower. All I plan to do for the next two hours - hours that I would have spent on my date if not for its demise - pampering myself and reading myself into a better mood.
I just finish up with my hair when I hear something that reminds me of Jack scampering around...but Jack’s not supposed to be here. So what the hell is making the noise? I strain my ears to see if I can hear anything else. Then it comes again.
What the shit? I reach for my towel and cautiously step out of the shower, wrapping it around me. I don't move any closer to the door though. I just stand there waiting and it doesn't take long before the sound comes again; a scrapping against the floor like something is being pulled across the floor or maybe feet.
Then the sound of glass breaking solidifies the fact that someone is breaking into my house. Oh shit! I take off running for my phone. It's downstairs in the hallway plugged into the charger. I run out into the upstairs hall and make my way toward the stairs but before I can reach them someone steps out of the guest bedroom and reaches for me.
Before I can scream a hand is wrapped around my mouth cutting all sound off. Another one reaches out to me and pulls me in, closer to the looming shadow. I start fighting, trying to loosen the hold this man has on me. What the hell is happening right now? I realize I'm in the middle of a freakin' home invasion, but my mind just won't process that information. Instead, quick snippets of information hit my senses one after another and my instincts are clicked on so that they are the only thing I can hear above the sound of my own heart beating loudly in my ear.
The towel starts to slip which makes me fight all the harder to be released. Maybe I shouldn't have ran to a break-in while wearing nothing but a towel but damn it I only had one thing on my mind - get to the phone!
"Calm down!" Yeah, right? Like I'm going to just go calmly along with whatever this guy wants. He can fuck right off!
The guy actually shakes me a little bit. Hard enough that the top part of my towel falls down. My hands come up to cover my boobs as I scream into the hand wrapped around my mouth. A whispered breath blows across my cheek. "Calm down, Carson!"
