‘Til The Death of Me, Chapter 9: Just Keep Your Mouth Shut

Meagan couldn’t go back to sleep after the phone call. Between her restless debate with herself over whether she should tell Damien in the morning, the uneasy way she felt at that she had just recieved a death threat, and the snoring of her partner next to her — What was his name? Jake? — there was just no hope. So she got up before her alarm and took a shower. Stepping out, fully clothed for the day and drying her hair with a towel, she kicked the man who’s name she thought might be Jake. “Time to get up.”

He groaned and rolled over. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know, like — seven-thirty.” She looked at him then and realized how much older than her he appeared. She made a face. What was I thinking? Picking up the heap of clothes on the floor that “Jake” had left, she threw the covers off his naked body and covered it with the clothes. Then as she balled up the blanket and put it in the hamper, she heard “Jake” protest behind her. “It’s too cold! Why are you doing this to me, sugar?”

“I’m not a stripper. Don’t call me sugar.”

“Oh, come on. Let’s snuggle. We can sleep in a little longer. Or, if you’re in the mood for round two…” With a wicked smile, “Jake” rolled over to his back and showed Meagan his morning surprise. “Oh!” Meagan shielded her eyes. “Jake” laughed. “Whaddya say, sugar?”

Meagan looked him square in the eye. “Listen… First of all, if you call me sugar one more time, I am going to punch you in the face. Secondly, you are nothing more than a drunken one-night stand. I don’t even remember if it was any good! And let me tell you, I am not in the least bit interested in refreshing that memory. Lastly, you are going to get up, put your clothes on, and get the hell outta this house. Right now. Nothing more, nothing less. Capeesh?” “Jake” rolled his eyes and did as he was told. She follwed him down stairs and to the front door, making sure he was all the way outside and the door was securley closed behind him before she made her way into the kitchen.

At the bar counter, Damien stood with a bowl of cereal in front of him, changing through channels with the TV remote, staring at the set in the living room. “You did a good job clearing everyone out last night,” Meagan said matter-of-factly as she went into the refrigerator and pulled out a gallon of milk. “Mmmhm,” was all that Damien had for an answer. While she got herself a bowl of cereal, Meagan had a brief conversation with Damien about what was in the agenda for today. He only had short answers. Something seemed to be distracting him. As she came with her bowl to sit next to him, she began thinking about what was bothering him.  “I’m sorry,” she said. “About, um, you know…” She motioned towards the door. “About your friend…”

Damien never looked at her. “He’s a friend of a friend. I don’t know him. He’s only visiting for a short time. Besides, you’re a big girl. I can trust you to make your own decisions.” He got up to put his bowl and spoon away in the dish washer. Then he said, “I’m going out. I’ll only be a few hours.”

“Oh… Okay. I’ll just hold down the fort.” Meagam decided against telling Damien about the call last night. He seemed to have a lot already on his plate. Besides, it was probably just a crank call.