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“Hello.” Andrew’s voice melted into her.
“Hi,” she responded. She sat back in her seat and relaxed. She hadn’t even started the engine and was glad that he answered right away.
“How was your night?” he asked, not knowing a thing of what had happened. “Oh, man,” he responded after she explained it to him. “Is she okay?”
“I think so,” Becca replied, but had to admit, “I honestly don’t know.” She subconsciously rubbed at a spot on her pants and refused to put thought to the scary things that popped into her head, things like seizures, brain scans, and tumors.
“Why don’t you come over tonight?” Andrew said the words Becca was begging for.
Then she was instantly pissed at herself for feeling that way, but all she wanted was someone to hold her and make the world and all of the problems in it disappear for a moment. “Yeah,” she said.
“I’ll see you soon.”
She was in a zone until a deer jumped in front of her car. Slamming on the breaks sent papers flying to the front of her car. Her heart leapt into her throat and she watched as the narrowly missed deer hopped away. “Motherfucker,” she screamed. She slammed her hands into the steering wheel. She wasn’t sure just how much longer she could keep it together.
She got out and slammed her door shut. Arms up, she screamed at the sky, “What do you want from me?”
Pay attention, she heard. “Oh, that’s just great. Pay attention? Pay attention to what? What should I be paying attention to?”
She laughed a giant laugh. She squatted down on the road, covered her face with her hands, and laughed her ass off. It was clear. It was Aunt Jo’s voice and she heard it. Although, the instant she heard it, she dismissed it as her own thoughts.
“This is stupid,” she said. “I’m tired and I am crazy, I swear.” She got back in the car and put it into gear. She looked over and saw one of the papers, it’s date, and the information that Andrew had looked up for her sister. “He might be an idiot,” she whispered.
Upon entering his house, she saw papers all over the couch, the end tables, and the coffee table in front of the couch. The TV was on, she could hear the announcers explaining the highlights of the previous weeks football games. He grabbed her waist, pulled her in slowly, pushed her hair away from her face, and kissed her softly. She could feel his breath on her face as he took a moment to breathe her in.
He took her hand and led her over to the couch. “Want a beer?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied with relief. “How about two or three?”
He laughed, “Let’s start with one.”
She sat on the couch and he returned with a bottle. She noticed he already had one setting on the table amongst the chaos.
“How do you even get anything done?” she asked as she took a drink.
“You stop,” he whispered, moving closer. He kissed her and pushed her gently back into the soft cushions. “I have been in your apartment,” he said as he smiled and reached down placing his hand onto her inner thigh.
Her breath caught and everything she had been thinking disappeared in that moment. All she could see was his essence, all she could feel was a warm rush through her body, like he was her drug.
The time moved so fast and yet so slow. She felt every step to his bedroom, inhaled every scent from his sheets, from his skin. She felt every inch of his body as he moved over her. Her mind went somewhere else, but her body felt every second of the ecstacy that his gave her. Everything felt perfect and exactly as it should be.
She woke up several hours later in an empty bed. She was sunk in the bed and the amount of blankets surrounding her was not what she remembered there before. She felt warm and safe and she didn’t want to leave. Yet, there was a nagging at her to not stay. A sense that told her she didn’t belong.
She got up and gathered her shirt off the floor. She made her way out of the room. Andrew sat on the couch looking over papers that had once littered the area. He had them all neatly stacked.
She sat next to him. He looked up and smiled at her. They didn’t say a word. Eventually, for reasons she did not know, she said, “I should go.”
He didn’t reply. He nodded. Then he leaned over and kissed her. Her body tried one more time to ask her to stay, but something inside her was screaming to leave.
The whole drive home, she argued with herself. She could not understand what was going on and she hated the feeling in her that wanted both to be with Andrew and to utterly be in no space as him. She picked up the paper from her seat. “Did he know what he was doing the whole time?” she asked. Thinking of the amount of papers around him, and the time he put into work, how could he have not known what Jenny was doing?
She went back to the thought of deceit. She knew it was happening from somewhere and up until tonight, her gut had told her that Andrew had been honest with her all along, even though Jenny was the one saying he was a liar. Tonight, something in her changed and she began to question him.
She pulled into her driveway. Her apartment where Cora greeted her at the door. She was determined to finish the spell she had started, but first she opened the refrigerator to get out Cora’s milk.
“You are so spoiled,” she said as the cat jumped on the counter to supervise her getting the bowl from the cupboard.
Becca placed the bowl on the floor and poured the milk in. Cora sat on the counter watching. “No,” Becca said to the cat and lifted her to the floor next to the bowl. Cora did a walk around the bowl before beginning to lap up the liquid and purr.
Becca shook her head and went for the box that held the wand. It wasn’t on the table where she thought she had left it so she went to her bedroom to check the dresser. “Oh my God,” she said to herself. She hated that she could never remember where she placed anything.
She thought she must have left it in the car so she returned to search first the front passenger and then the back seats. She sifted through every ounce of everything that had been disrupted when she narrowly missed the deer running across the road.
“Oh shit,” she said. “I can’t fucking find it.”