Hound

17

I come home, Chinese food in abundance. I set all the food on the table, fixing her a quick plate. I hand it to her. She looks at it in suspicion.

“What's with the sudden need to cater to me?”

Internally, I smirk. I figured.

Of course.

“You just seem so fuckin dejected. And I'm horny, so eat up.”

She snorts, taking the plate. “Asshole.”

Isn't she gorgeous? Her brown skin glows, her eyes hooded in mystery and malice. Coupled with her voracious s****l appetite and she's perfection.

Look at her. Her straightened hair laying on her shoulders. What does it look like when it's not straightened, I wonder?

I bet it's out of control like her.

“Want some?” She offers, probably thinking I'm hungry, since I'm staring at her.

I nod, taking a bite off the fork. Her eyebrows pull toward her forehead, a sign of her confusion.

I'm moving too fast, but I can't help it. I want her to need me already so I can keep her forever.

It's all I want.

“Are you sick?” She made a face.

I shake me head, flopping down into her lap. She holds her plate up.

“f**k! I almost spilled my food!”

I turn my face to her stomach, putting my arms around her middle.

“I'm taking a nap,” I inform her.

She strokes my hair gently. I close my eyes, breathing her scent in deeply. I want filled my lungs with her.

“Don't think I don't know what you're doing,” She whispers.

Does she? I fight the instinct to freeze. Changes are, she's thinking something totally f*****g different.

“You think I'm gonna fall for you, don't you?” She strokes my hair tenderly.

I decide to go with the sleeping routine. With any luck, she'll say something I can use.

“It wouldn't be hard I guess, even though you're an asshole. But I don't plan to fall in love, anytime soon. So stop pretending to sleep.”

I tighten my grip on her middle.

“I'm trying to take a fuckin nap, Wendy. Do you mind?”

It's almost funny to pretend I'm the same when everything has changed.

She hums, staying quiet. After a while, I actually fall asleep.

• • •

The wedding March plays. Everyone stands. I look face forward, watching her walk down the aisle, with a man I assume is her father holding her arm.

She smiles, all dressed in white, her dress flowing as she walks toward me.

She's beautiful.

My mouth stretches into smile. It feels odd.

Soon she's in front of me, her hand in mine.

We're not in a church, but the building is fancy, an old style place.

There's a priest droning on the things that priest say during weddings.  I can't make out any words, but I know when I'm supposed to say I do.

“Oh,” She smiles, as I pull her veil up to kiss her. “Hound, not even in your goddamn dreams.”

A gun goes off, and I touch my chest, pulling it back to see blood. Her dress is splattered with it, the red of my blood.

It looks nice on her.

I'm falling, falling. I'm back in the apartment.

“Daddy! Daddy!” A little girl runs toward me.

I pick her up. I don't know this little girl, but she's so obviously a mesh of us, it's obvious she's supposed to be our child.

“Mommy is coming!” She says adorably. “I gotta hide!” She climbs I've my shoulder hiding behind me.

There she is, her hand on her hip.

“You think I'm going to ruin this body, for a living bill?”

I sigh. “You shouldn't have so much lip in my dreams,”

“You shouldn't have such ridiculous dreams. This is the opposite of who I am,” She waves her hand, and the house dissapates.

The little girl is gone. It's just me and her and a wall of white.

“Listen to me,” She sashays to me. “Stop trying to make this happen, okay?”

“This isn't me. You won't find this with me. I'm the one you can't stop f*****g, but never marry.”

I c**k my head. How did she take control of my dream?

“You listen to me,” I tell her. “One of these days you're gonna find yourself married, with my baby on the way, and you'll wonder how the hell it happened.”

“I'm the king of games, Wendy. And I want you forever. Besides, you won't leave me so easily. You fiend for me,”

She sneers. “You're so full of yourself, you know that?”

I shrug. “Not the first time.”

She makes a confused face. “You don't want to know.”

Shaking her head, she sighs. “Why do you want to be with me anyway? I thought you weren't the relationship type?"

“Of course you thought that. I'm not the casual relationship type. I'm not compatible with many people. I'm too much of d**k. But you... I think we'll happy together. Now get the hell out of my dream, all you've done since you got here is ruin it."

She rolls her eyes. “You are a d**k,” She fades away. I go to my regular dream: Her—in a garter and sexy lingerie and heels, with a whip.

Don't judge.