Sorry to have to start yet another story but I just had a great story line pop into my head. This one will be a little different as it is in past tense and it is told in first person as follows: (BTW hope you all like it)
Clay Story 7
Copyright 2004~Marti J. Ketterer
I was sitting in the lounge at the hotel sipping a virgin cocktail (as I am not a drinker) listening the the booming sound of Genuwine's Pony Ride blasting from the DJ's speakers. I had already had a plethora of men come up to me and ask me to dance with them. Ugh, I was not in the mood to watch all this bumping and grinding on the dance floor much less join in with the desparate men that had to proove to thier friends that they could get me dance with them first. At first I politely told them no...and the more persistant they became the ruder I had to get. I got up to leave, finally tired of the unrelenting splitting volume of the music and the unrelenting pawing of the men, and looked to my left as I exited the lounge. A man sat at a small table with what looked like secret service agents with him and he was watching me intently. What is his deal I thought....He's kinda Cute...Spikey hair, intense eyes, kissable lips. hmmm...well I wasnt sticking around to find out...I had had enough of this Club. I sat on a chair in the lobby and adjusted my black dress because the spagetti straps kept slipping. I looked around the lobby "people watching" cuz I was extremely bored. I saw someone exit the lounge....it was that man with the agents..and he was coming toward ME. "oh no" I said silently to myself, "Cant they give me a rest?"
"Hello M'am" a slight southern drawl greeted me. "Are you alright?"
"Im fine thank you...I don't feel like going back in to dance so save yourself alot of trouble okay?" I said as politely as possible.
"I..uh...wasnt going to ask you to dance...I saw how you were treated in there and saw you look at me when you left. Like I was one of them. I had to tell you that I am nothing like those guys..I am a true southern gentlemen." He said with a sexy smile.
"So okay, I believe you. So, are you like with the government or something...FBI...CIA??" I said motioning to the guards that were around us.
"Oh NO" He laughed, "Im sorry...these are my bodyguards..this is Jim, Terry, and Michael. My name is Clay Aiken. Im a singer!" He said,
"Oh sorry...I don't get a chance to listen...Oh my...did you say Clay AIKEN!!" I sputtered...."Ive heard of you but I am so busy I don't watch alot of tv. You're a great singer! My name is (Your name). "
"Would you like to go to dinner with me somewhere quiet...away from all this? That is if you are not.....you know...taken!" Clay asked.
"Sure, anything but italian...I cant eat italian food." I said truthfully.
'No problem...I got the perfect place in mind...we can go in my limo if you want?" He said offering you his arm.
"Im right behind you." I said thankful to get away from the chaos of the lounge.
We headed for............................
.....we headed for the limo parked outside. It was a silver limo with dark windows. Fit for a star that wanted his annonymity. I followed Clay inside and marveled at the crisp, clean interior. Wow in all my life I have never been in a car like this. I was driving an 79 Monte Carlo still, a present for my high school graduation. I couldn't find the heart to put the poor car to rest. Clay and I started a conversation that made me feel comfortable right away.
"If you don't mind me asking, What are you doing in town?" Clay asked.
"I am a Medial Office Manager. I am attending a conference on new technologies in the medial field to keep up with the updates so I know what to expect when they come to my office." I answered, "Im taking a vacation after tomorrow's conference. Ill be on vacation for a month."
"Wow a month. You must have a lot of pull to take a month off." he said with amazement.
"Yes, I have worked there for 3 years and never taken a vacation before. So I guess my time built up. What about you?" I wondered aloud.
"I am here for a Meet and Greet with some fans of mine that won a contest. Really great girls. They get to go out on a date with me for one night. There are 3 young ladies and they are all carefully screened and guarded while they are with me. I am looking forward to it." He smiled.
"Whoa....well maybe you'll get lucky and desparatly fall in love with one of them." I giggled.
"We're gonna have alot of fun. I really appreciate my fans. If it weren't for them I wouldn't be here." He smiled.
"Well that's great that you realize that. Where are we going anyway?" I wondered.
"To a restaraunt called, 'Chez Mystique'. It's a place I came across when I was driving around yesterday. I had lunch there and they will make and serve just about anything you want. I loved it." He seemed to be sliding inch by inch closer to me. I liked it.
"Well Im famished. As long as there is no Italian in sight I am fine. Maybe Mexican food....OH that sounds good." I said mostly to myself. I was starting to really enjoy myself.
"Listen, I have to tell you. You look absolutely beautiful tonight. That is one of the reasons I came to talk to you. Well, and to see if you were alright. I couldn't take my eyes off of you." He said with extreme seriousness.
"Thank you. If some of those Jerks in the Club would have paid me a decent compliment like that then I might have given them 3 seconds of my time." I answered.
"They could never deserve something as gorgeous as you. Not in thier entire pitiful lives." Clay said. Man, his eyes were so beautiful. No one has looked at me like that before. My arms were suddenly around his neck and I was planting the biggest kiss on that man that I could muster. He wasn't exactly resisting but nonetheless, I broke away. Thinking that he must think Im a floozy now...
"Im so sorry....I....No one....Nobody has ever looked at me like that before and it just overwhemed me. Ill get out if you want...I never do things like that." I could feel the tears in my eyes.
Clay said nothing but continued to smile a soft smile. He took his hands and pulled my chin up so I had to face him. I steeled myself for the insults I knew were coming....Instead he pulled my face in his hands so gently and placed his soft lips on mine. Not a hard kiss...not one full of greediness and hunger..but a series of feather light kisses that made my legs turn to water.
"No appology necessary." He smiled after breaking away, "I have been fantasizing about doing that very thing since you stepped past me in the Club. Let's get out and enjoy our dinner shall we.?" He asked.
I wasn't sure I would be able to walk after those kisses. He got out and came around to my side of the car, waving off the chauffer with an "I got this one". The chauffer smiled as Clay put out his hand to help me out of the car.
"Would it please Madame to have a handsome escort to dinner this evening." He joked in a fake british accent.
"Why yes kind suh. That would be loveleh!" I said in my best Scarlett O'Hara. We laughed and headed into 'Chez Mystique"......
To Be Continued.....
invisible... i love your stories. i am going to try to add on later... but right now i'm at a mind blick. i really like this story a lot. i love it when clay's cute.
We stepped inside and Clay walked up to the host and began to whisper something into his ear. I saw something pass from one hand to the host and saw the host smile, "Of course, sir. We just had an opening for a table for 2 in the Moonlight Room. Right this way."
"Right this way madame!" Clay said with a mock british accent.
"Man you ARE good." I exclaimed.
"That's one good thing about being a star." He said.
The bodyguards were waved off but remained close to the entryway of the Moonlight Room just in case. Clay rolled his eyes and turned to me. "i don't think Ill ever get used to those guys hanging around." He laughed. His laugh was infectious and riviting. He had a smile that lit up his face and showed his genuine kindness. It was the only genuine smile I had seen in a long time. Clay took my hand and led me to the quiet room and I gasped in amazement as I looked at the room covered from ceiling to floor in glass. There were no wooden beems giving each pane of glass away, it was entirely glass. I don't know how they did it but it was like one long, smooth, clean sheet all the way around. Gorgeous. I walked with Clay across the cream colored carpet and he pulled out my chair for me to sit. When I had done so he sat across from me and the waiter took our drink orders, "I'd like a ginger ale please..in a wine flute.." I giggled. Clay followed suit. "I would like your finest house cola with no caffiene please....In a wine flute." we burst into laughter together and the waitered muttered a "Good choice sir". Rolling his eyes the waiter walked away and another took his place. "What would the beautiful lady like for dinner this evening?" The waiter asked.
"I would like a cheese and seafood grilled burrito dinner with rice and refried beans please. and...OH a large slice of keylime pie for dessert." I said.
"Wow...I don't think i have seen anyone so tiny ask for so much food..." Clay laughed. Clay ordered his food and turned to me. We talked through the entire meal about our lives and I finally learned how he became the megastar that he was. I was in tears when he told me of the love he had for the children he worked with. "I think that is so wonderful. I can't believe your heart is so big. My mom always told me that the measure of a man is the actions from his heart." I said.
"Oh my goodness." Clay laughed. "that is so weird."
"What?" I said a little offended that he would make fun of my mothers saying.
"Measure of a Man is the name of my album. Are you sure you didn't know that before? Trying to butter me up perhaps?" Clay asked.
"No I seriously didn't know." Wow..I was releived that he wasn't actually laughing at me.
"Well dinner is over and was a great sucess I might add. What would you like to do now. I am ever at your disposal." He looked at me.
"I don't know." I wondered for a second. "Let's go dancing. Somewhere nice. As long as I can buy the drinks so we're even."
"You got it." He said. He took my hand...paid the bill and led me back to the limo. Thirteen people stopped him from the door to the car to ask for an autograph. He smiled and talked to every one of them like they had been friends for years. God he was terrific.
i kinda want to be a gold membeer..look at all the cool stuff you can do..haha..i would have my pic be of clay..of course..and change my title..to something..to the effect of clayfan,...or #1clayfan..or somehting
did you already make it..see those are good for in the mornings..if your in a hurry..it doesnt take that long to make..but i swear everytime I make it it tastes different..and when i like it im like..and of course i didnt write it down..but i never do..so its like a mini adventure every time..so if it tastes..wierd..try adding different components of it..did u use ice cream..or milk..or yogurt..or none..sometimes i just use ice..a little milk..and the fruit...but i think ice cream makes it really good...unless you want it for a healthy breakfast thing..
I had to add more strawberries I just kind of messed with it until it tasted right and ya know what I did forget the ice but I finally remembered at the end and put some in there
she said that she would think about it so I dunno that usually means NO but maybe if I bug her long enough... Yeah I made my mom go to Food Lion and buy some more strawberries I am gonna make another smoothie tommorrow morning
as i got into the limmo i told clay i was starting to like him alot. "i like you alot too even tho we just met. can i ask you something?"clay asked me.
"yeah sure any thing"i told him
"would you be my girlfriend?"he asked me
"ummm well ok sure"i said trying not to sound like i was waiting for ever for this guy to ask me that.all day i was trying to act casual like in the club i acted like i didnt know who he was so maybe he would talk to me.well he did and here we are now!
"awesome!!"clay said to me happily."i have to tell you something else."he added
"what?!"i wondered.
"well i have to tell you even tho i dont want to.i am bi~sexual."he said with a little smile that i barely noticed.
"omg did i hear what clay just said to me!??"i thought to myself
"what?"i said a little louder than intended "your bi??!!"
"yes" clay said as his smile grew a little bigger but still hardly visable.
"dont lie to me clay are you really bi??!!
"yes i wouldent lie to you"he told me
i looked away from him.all of the sudden i heard him bust the biggest laugh and say "ha haha of course not.!! im not bi or gay!!ha ha ha"
you turn arround and slap him so hard on the cheek it hurt your hand to.
"omg clay im soo sorry i didnt mean to do that my hand just moved. i really am sorry!!i rambled on and on
"its ok its ok its ok i deserved it.!"he told me. "do ya still wanna be my gf and go dancing?"
"yes, im still paying to but dont ever EVER do that to me again!"i told him. suddenly the car stopped.
"were here" we heard a faint voice say.
"ok lets go"clay told me as he pulled me out of the limmo.
(YAY!!!i did it!!! i beat the block thingy!!! i was just lauin on my bed listening to clay then this just popped up in my mind and i ran down stairs and typed this. )
i read somethin on here that when clay was asked if he was gay he didnt answer i think he might have even laughed so i just thought this up if you like can you add? maybe?
Im gonna change the story a little. cuz at the Club she didn't even regognize him so she couldn't have been a long time fan. Maybe hearing his music on the radio but she didn't know what he looked like....whew im glad someone finally added on I was beginning to worry.
"Hey, Im sorry if I jumped too fast about you being my girlfriend. I want to give you time to get to know me and me you. I have just never felt like this with someone I just met. I jumped the gun and I appologize. It was just so refreshing to have someone around that didn't know me...you know...a "life long fan" I love each and every one but sometimes I wanna talk about school, my dog, my family, what brand of shirt I like. Instead of my album all the time. I guess Im still getting used to this whole fame thing." Clay was looking at me like a lost puppy.
"It's perfectly okay Clay. I wanted to be your girlfreind but I think we should see each other a few more times to get comfortable with one another. I really really like you." I said smoothing the hair on his head.
We talked about random things on the way to the club. When we pulled up to the front doors the chauffer helped me out and I looked at amazement at the sign above the door.
"Oh my GOSH!!! This is Sandman's Haven. I have dreamed about going to this place forever. Oh...I feel like a princess."
"Glad your pleased." Clay was grinning from ear to ear.
We stepped inside to find a live band playing a variety of music. We took a seat near the band and ordered our drinks when Clay said, "Something I gotta do really fast. Ill be right back." I nodded and Clay stepped to a man guarding the backstage door and then disappeared after saying something to him.
The band took a five minute break and when they returned they had aquired a new member. Clay. He stepped to the microphone and a barage of "OMG ITS CLAY AIKEN" Followed his greeting. "So much for staying anonymous" I smiled.
"I have a special song for someone I am with tonight. (Your Name) This song has never been more true than right at this moment." Clay said and took the mirophone and then came over to me and led me out onto the floor. He started a slow dance with me then began to sing....
"Something 'bout the way you look tonight...somethin 'bout the way that...I can't take my eyes off you....." He continued the song looking into my eyes and hardly blinking. I knew right then and there that we didn't need a few more dates...I was in love. We danced to the end of the song when I suddenly felt a strange cramp in my side.......
To be continued.
ahh that was so good.. i dont want to write n e thing bc i wanna know what u come up with lol. this is kinda like story time with Invisible.. lol
but i will add sometime..ur just on a ball
I don't remember much after the cramp came. I woke up in the hospital with Clay asleep by my bed.
"Clay...Clay...what am I doing here?" I wondered, a little scared.
He was instantly awake
"Darling are you okay? I was so worried." He seemed releived.
"I remember you singing to me and that's it until now." I said in tears.
"You passed out. I was hoping it wasn't my singing that did it." He laughed.
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.
"Five days. and I have been here all but one. I did my meet and greet thing and all the girls read about what happened. They hope you feel better." He said.
"Oh god. It was in the paper? 5 DAYS? Oh no. Im sorry Clay." I cried.
At that moment the doctor walked in. "Glad to see you have joined our waking world. I need to speak with you in private." Dr. Allenson said.
"Of course. Ill be back soon." Clay said and kissed me.
"Ms. (Your Last Name)." I have some good news and bad. What will it be first?" Dr. Allenson said grimly.
"Good first" I answered.
"Well, We have isolated the problem and think it can be taken care of. That's where the bad news comes in." He looked at me. When I said nothing he continued, "The bad news is. You have what's called an ectopic pregnancy. It is when the egg doesn't make it all the way to the uterine wall and grows in the tube. Your baby is now 2 months old but it cannot survive. I have to take the baby by cecerean section this afternoon. We didn't find it until the last second. Im very sorry. Ill send Mr. Aiken back in okay?" Dr. Allenson patted my arm and turned around to see clay in the doorway......
After we were alone, he aked me to tell him what was going on and why I never said anything.
"I love children. Are you with someone? Did you know? What do you do now? What can I do now?" He was talking a hundred miles and hour.
"Clay. I didn't know I was pregnant. I was taken by force by a date 2 1/2 months ago and was given the date rape drug. I didn't remember what happened until I awoke and was only told by a nurse that I had been drugged and taken advantage of when I complained of pain. They never found the guy who did it." I stopped. I had gotten therapy for that incident and was not completly over it but decided I wasn't going to let my attacker win by letting it get me down. "I lied to you Clay. But only about one thing. I am a private investigator. I was staking out the City because I heard thru a tip that the man was hanging here. I found out the day I met you that he was killed in a drug accident. I didn't get to file my findings yet. That's why I couldn't tell you what I was really doing there." I waited for him to tell me to screw off and never talk to him again. Instead he said in tears.
"I am NEVER...NEVER...going to let something like that happen to you. EVER. If you need me to be here for you I will be. No questions asked.
"Really, you're not upset at me?" I cried.
"Of course not...a PI??? are you kidding???? That's such a cool job. besides. I think I love you!" He breathed a sigh of releif of finally getting the words off his chest.
I know that is a sensative subject to some but I must say this to you all. DON'T let this happen to you. It is a serious crime against human beings to have this happen. So many unwanted children are born now because of this. And sadly some die because of it also.
Please take these steps on a date to stay safe:
1. First date take a friend and double. added security and if the guy minds and throws a fit. LEAVE...he's not worth it. and also NEVER GO TO SOMEONES HOUSE THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW. and till you know them better do not invite them to yours.
2. Never take a drink a stranger brings to you unless you are positive that it is safe. If you didn't see it come from the bar or waiter. DO NOT ACCEPT IT!!! THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. and never leave a drink unattended. Take it to the bathroom with you if you have to. I have taken mine on the dance floor with me when I had to.
3. Never accept rides from those whom you are not COMPLETELY comfortabe with and have known. I know we write about it in fiction...but that is where it should stay.
4. Stay informed about the date rape drug..what it looks like. What it forms it can take. It can save your life..PLEASE.
5. Read what ever you can about date rape and get informed.
Please stay safe. This happens to both men and women so ALL be careful. If someone doesn't understand why you are cautious when meeting them for the first time, they are not worth it. Real Men (and women) will understand and respect your wishes. I really hope you all stay safe. I like you and want to keep you around for a while ya know...thanks! back to the story
"Aww...I think I love you too Clay!" I said with relief. "I know it's been fast but. I really feel like ive known you forever."
"Yeah I know. We'll take it at the right pace." Clay started then looked at me with seriousness. "Ill be here with you the whole time. I promise. I set back a few things so I have all the time you need me to have."
"I do need you clay." I started to cry. I felt bad because I had a hard time grieving for the child I was going to lose. Only because I didn't know it was there.
"Time to prep you for surgery!" The nurse said. "I will need you to wait here sir while I take her into the the O.R."
"Ill be right here when you get back Okay?" Clay said as he kissed me.
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After a 2 hour surgery, I was wheeled into the recovery room. I was fully awake because I chose to be. I saw them deliver my child who had died sometime in the last 7 hours. They were going to dispose of the tiny body but I admently refused.
"I want it to have a buriel and it is my right being the mother." I said.
"Whatever you wish ma'am." The doctor smiled.
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Clay and I stood by the tree in my yard 3 days later. They had brought my baby to me in a medical plane. I was grateful to them for seeing my child here. They did run some tests and found that it was very likely that it was a boy. So Clay and I decided to give him a name while we filled out all of the necesary forms.
"How about we name my son Adam." Clay said.
"You mean my son" I said confused.
"No I said MY son too. I told them I was the father. You shouldn't have had to explain to them. I wanted to. I hope you aren't angry." He said
"Oh no, I am not angry. I just didn't think you would do something like that. It's sweet." I said smiling.
"Okay then...how about Adam?" He asked again.
"Adam...I like that" So it was added to by son's birth and death record.
Now as we stood by the tree that my son was entered under. I said a short prayer and looked at the tiny gravemarker...
ADAM CLAYTON AIKEN
2004
It was a beautiful stone...I know it seemed strange going to these lengths for a child I didn't know and still couldn't greive properly for but I felt the baby deserved love for the short time that he was with me.
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6 months later
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Clay and I stood backstage and waited for his cue to go on. I had never been to a concert before Clay. He and I were very close and were definately in love. I never wanted to leave his side. I was thrilled my boss gave me some small assignments that were hardly dangerous so I could spend more time with Clay. He decided he wanted me to go on tour with him. I redily agreed and called my boss to quit my job. He was sad to lose me but promised me a glowing recommendation.
Clay stood on the stage flirting with the fans...he was so good at that.......He put on one hell of a concert and I was glad to have witnessed it.
After it was over, Clay and I sat in the dressing room and he took my hand,
"I know you and I have been through a lot together. I love you totally and completly. I was going to wait until dinner tonight but I can't wait." He got down on one knee with sweat dripping off his now flattened hair.
"Will you do the honor of making me insane with happiness and being my wife? I need you like breath, like life, I love you!"
"OF COURSE, YESYESYESYESYES" I almost screamed, "I LOVE YOU AND.....YES YES YES YES YES!!!" I kissed Clay a thousand times.
"Was that a yes? I couldn't quite hear you." He joked in between smooches.........
Thank you ClayAiken313. I write alot of short stories. I love doing it. When I am not singing somewhere Im writing. Its weird that sometimes the smallest things will inspire it. Like for example. I saw this crack starting in my front walk 3 weeks ago. I turned that into this short story about how this girl found a crack in the sidewalk out in front of her house. The city was going to tear it out and build a new sidewalk then she found out that the sand used to make the old cracked sidewalk was actually the same sand that the Lost City Of Atlantis sat on. And she started this whole campaign to save her sidewalk and make it into a historical street. Funny..stupid kinda..but a blast for my kids. My 11 year old took it to school with her and read it in class.......how embarrassing. Most of my stories are dumb but I love writing them.....
Clay and I were sitting in my living room with his mom putting together plans for the wedding.
"Well, we've got 3 months to get everything together." I said. "Hmmm. I wonder where we can find a singer that soon. I mean, I really don't know anyone with connections and that will certainly be hard to find a person this late notice. Hmmm...I just don't know. Do YOU know anyone?" I said trying to Clay's mom, both of us trying not to smile.
"Why...NO...I can't think of anyone with any sort of connections....maybe we could just hire a DJ or something...or just have a radio playing....I just.."
"Hey!!" Clay said. Playfully slapping his mother on the arm. "Is this some sort of conspiricy against me?" Clay turned to me. "Maybe I should hire someone to kick your butt!"
"Clayton, that's no way to talk to your bride...OR your mother!" She said in mock seriousness.
"Ill take care of the band. I think I could scare Ruben into playing for us...and Kim would LOVE to....Kelly, Justin, RJ, Tamyra...I think I can take care of it." Clay said writing phone numbers down.
"Clay could I ask you something?" I inquired.
"Sure babe, anything?" Clay said as he slipped his hand into mine.
"We haven't talked about where we are going to live." I said.
"OH my GOSH!!! With all the wedding preparations I totally forgot. Well we could buy a brand new house. What do you think?" He asked.
"I would like to live here. Adam is here. I wouldn't feel right with someone else living here when our son is buried here!" I said.
Clay was squeezing my hand really hard and I was starting to wonder why he was looking at me like I had taken my top off in the middle of a crowded room when I heard his mom gasp.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN "OUR" SON!!" His mom was staring daggers at Clay.
"You mean you never told her about Adam?!" I angrily stated.
"Mom it's not what you think. I have to explain." Clay started.
"NO CLAY!!! why didn't you tell her. Were you ASHAMED of it?" I was angry..seeing red. "I'm not ashamed of what happened. I thought that you what you did for me was because you weren't embarrased by it either. I guess I was wrong." I stormed to the 'Tree' and sat underneath it. I thought about how old Adam would have been now and what kind of father Clay would have been. I had found a place in my heart for Adam and even though I hadn't had time to get to know him. I finally cried, finally greived when I realized that I had a human life growing inside me and had failed him. Even though It was not my fault. I still had to accept some responsibility for not being careful. Then sitting under the tree, I cried again, "How could he not tell her. I thought he said he WANTED to be named the father. Maybe he's ashamed of what happened to ME. I don't know what to do." I cried silently.
"Sweethart?" Clay was setting himself beside me. "I told her what happened. She is okay. I explained your situation and how I wanted to put my name on Adam's birth certificate. She understands. She said we should have told her. She would have been here for us. She isn't sure about us getting married now though. I have to talk some more to her." Clay said.
"How did she not see the gravemarker Clay? How come you didn't say anthing before?" I was not happy, I was in a rage.
"She's only been here twice and the tree is in the backyard. she couldn't have noticed it from the living room. The only way you can really see it is if you are in the bedroom and even then the marker is set into the tree. The words aren't noticeable from the house. And I didn't tell her because I thought you would be embarassed by what happened to you. I didn't want to make you look bad." Clay said trying to put his arm around my shoulder.
"Make ME look bad? How would I have looked bad? I didn't INVITE him to rape me!" I was seething and steaming. I could feel nothing but my outrage.
"I know that but you always told me that girls nowadays arent' careful about strangers...you practically preached it to me and you weren't very careful and I don't mean to sound like a momma's boy but mom always saw me marrying someone who was well...you know...a...virgin....I didn't want to disappoint her so it may have been wrong but I just let her think that..you know..you were.." Clay said.
I threw his arm off me. How could he even dare say that. He may not have meant it in a bad way but it wasn't right just the same.
"So you wanted to keep my "Sexual escapades" a secret so YOU wouldn't look bad RIGHT?? Well CLAYTON I am so sorry that my promiscuity has ruined your reputation and that I am such a hypocrite...Im glad your mom is okay with what happened but what you just said.....let me know alot more about the man I was gonna marry!"
"What do you mean WAS going to marry? We could still get married. and don't talk to me like I did something so wrong that you can't just get over it and move on...come on...i mean get real...it happened...Ill talk to her and tell her that you and I are getting married...that the one thing that happened was just that ONE time...she'll understand the situation!" Clay was yelling....
I was bawling...it was our very first fight! and at that moment...I wished he had never walked into my life. I just hated him....
To be Continued
"Clay!" I started between sobs. "It wasn't the first time that ive had sex. We've talked about this."
"I know that. But my mom doesn't. She wouldn't ever have to know." Clay screamed at me. "How could you be so selfish and not think about what is good for ME for a change! Id do it for YOU without even being asked twice."
"It's too bad your mom left Clay. You are going to need a ride home and something to carry all your stuff that you left here after I kick you out." I said surprisingly calm. "It's obvious that you don't want me for ME. You want me as long as you can hide all the bad stuff. Get out. You insulted me, and MY son's memory, and ruined what should have been a happy day for me so Im pretty sure..no POSITIVE that I want you out of my life." I turned to walk into the house and Clay started to say something to me. I slammed the door and being stubborn like he was, he walked in right after me.
"Don't you dare walk away from me. I didn't insult YOU or Adam's memory. I was only trying to make a happy life for us. I was hoping you would be understanding and think about my families values. Its not lying to them. Just not letting them know everything. I shouldn't have to tell them everything about you." He was angry and his red face was a close match to his red hair.
"Oh God, Clay! I wanted you and your family to accept me for who I am. Not what you want them to think I am. You don't even realize that your hurting me even worse. You don't even care. What happened to me in my life was scary...but I don't regret anything. All these events led me to you and I guess it was JOKE ON ME right. I thought you would be the one to stand up and say that It was okay. What happened happened and now I can move on. But you can't can you? You don't have to tell them every sex act I have ever performed but you could have said that no matter what happened before to me that you loved me and they would have to know that. That you would make them understand that we loved each other no matter what, and despite our differences, we could get still build a good life together." I was raging, enfuriated. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"No, Please, Honey. Let's just calm down, take a walk and figure this out." Clay was getting worried.
"Get.....out!!" I said between clenched teeth.
"My mother isn't a prude. She isn't a snob...I just wanted to respect her wishes." He said in equal rage.
"Fine..respect her wishes with someone else. GET OUT!!" I screamed.
"Ill leave for now. Im not leaving for good." Clay said as he stepped out on the front walk.
"I wouldn't make a big bet on that one Mr. Super-Mega Star Clay Aiken!" I said calmly as I slammed the door in his face.
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I sat at my dining room table and looked at the clock. I had fixed myself some dinner, finally taking a break from the crying that had been my constant companiion for the last 3 weeks. Clay had tried to call me but I refused to pick up the phone. When my answering machine came on he left a barrage of confusing messages....
Message #1
"When are you gonna stop this and let me back in.........it isn't something.......your being a child about this......Call me Im not giving up."
Message #17
"If I have to camp out on your step I WILL!!! I love you, you idiot......Stop it....answer..fine Ill just sit on the line and take up your time....."
Message # 29
"Why are you blaming me.......I could easily blame you too for.....well you know.....Im in vegas right now....I wish you could see the lights with me.......Ill drink some ginger ale and think of you.....I know your doing the same thing.....wishing you had been more adult about this......answer the PHONE....I know your there!"
Finally after 37 messages..I picked up the phone...
"Clay...stop calling me..." I said into the phone.
"You sound so tired. Do you need me there for you? Ill be there in 2 hours if you do." He said calmly. Trying to pretend that nothing had happened.
"Clay this has gone on too long." I started to cry. I missed him so much. I felt like my heart was going to stop from the pain.
"I agree. Come on. Let's forget this stupid fight. I can't make it without you." He was crying too.
"So, you'll tell your mom EVERYTHING?" I said with a sliver of hope. Maybe he would realize how big a deal he was making out of nothing.
"Why Honey? I mean. Can't we just go on like we were. She knows about Adam and is okay with it. I can't change her mind about us getting married but....maybe if I......just explained you know...that that ONE time was an accident...Please, for us..she can't know how many lovers you've had. She'll think you are after me for sex or money and are trying to corrupt me or somthing...I can't deal with her like that." Clay said.
"See, THIS is what I mean. Still thinking about what everyone ELSE will think about you. what about what I think of you CLAY! You haven't ONCE said you give a damn about what I think." I was starting to get that rage again...I tried to stamp it down to just an angry tone.
"I can't help that Im close to my family. I think you may be jealous that at least I HAVE a family to be close to!.....OH MY GOD...sweetie....I DIDN'T MEAN THAT....I was angry.....Honey I..."
Too late. I had hung up on him.
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God Clay are you stupid. He thought to himself as he sat on his bed staring at the phone in his hand. He had said that out of anger. He didn't mean it. She didn't even give him time to explain and that made him mad. It felt good to be angry for once. His fans were important to him and he never showed much of a temper around them. Even the ones who ripped his shirts and shoes off. He just tried to give it a shake of the head as if to say, "What can you do". He would sometimes go to his dressing room after an incident like that and throw a glass at the wall. Pent up frustration. Not very often...but every once in a while he just HAD to get it out.
How could I miss her so much. She doesn't even care about my familys beleifs. I mean I would tell her family I was a mob boss if it made things good for her. I would do anything to make her happy. God, I miss her. I want to kiss her. Hold her when she watches "The Shining" He smiled at the memory. She always jumped at the part where Jack Nicholson's charecter Jack Torrence said, "HEeeeeerrree'sss Johnny!!!" He was done with is shows for a while. He had a publicity interview and photo shoot in the morning and nothing else until well after Labor Day...that was a couple of months away. He was gonna go to her and make her see sense in this. He got his agenda taken care of the next morning after not sleeping very well and stopped in his tracks when he saw the headline in the INQUIRY
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"CLAY AIKEN'S FORMER GIRLFRIEND....RAPE VICTIM SPEAKS OUT!!!"
American Idol 2 runner up and rising star Clay Aiken's former love has a shocking story. In an exlusive found only in the INQUIRY stunningly beautiful (Your Name), speaks out about her assault.
"I want young people to hear my story so they can stay safe and know it isn't their fault if it happens... they can take steps to protect themselves and others. I wasn't careful and will live with the pain all my life. But maybe I can save someone else by telling my story."
She sits cross-legged on the lounge chair at a local hotel, a slight breeze blowing her hair around her face. "Before I tell you what happened I want all young women and men to know that this crime knows no gender. It CAN happen to anyone."
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Clay couldn't beleive his eyes as he scanned her story. Every detail the exact ones she had told him long ago. He was proud of her telling her story until he got to the end.
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"I also want to tell others to save themselves for marriage. I wish I had. I have slept with 7 people in my 25 years and although I am lucky to have not caught a horrible disease I still wish I would have saved myself for whoever I am going to marry. It's a special gift to give someone and I feel that I cheated that person by being too eager when I was young." She addresses the younger readers, "Please wait...you are worth waiting for. Don't make the same mistake I did. Save yourself from danger, from disease, save yourself for that special person that you KNOW is going to appreciate you." One wonders at the words "whoever I am going to marry." Clay is currently on a short tour around....
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Listed below was a list of "Safe Steps" that (Your Name) had written. How could she tell the world. This was his Mom's favorite Magazine. What was he going to say. He ran to the nearest phone....
To be Continued....
Thank you so much for the praise guys. It makes me feel really good to know you are enjoying the stories. I have been writing this story on my microsoft word too. I have changed the names of course but I am thinking of submitting it to a short story publisher. Don't know yet. Just fantasizing!!!
Ill continue the story tonight. It gets better....
I picked up the phone on the first ring. Gina, my best friend from my PI job, was supposed to get me out tonight to get my mind off of Clay.
"Gina, that you? I am so ready to go...I can't take it here much longer." I started excitedly.
"No. Sorry to disappoint you." a voice silky smooth and reeking of exhastion said low into the phone. "How could you?"
"I take it you read the article." I had a moment where I missed him so much at that moment I would have told his mom that I was the pope if He would come home and hold me again. NO I wouldn't do that. He HAD to love me for me...and his family did too. "You wouldn't do it so I did." I said, trying to sound confident.
"You deliberately did that just to make me look a liar to my family didn't you?" Clay was tired, I could tell. Did he miss me?
"I miss you, Sweethart!" he said. "Im still not giving up until we resolve this problem. I just don't know how much more of your stubborness I can put up with."
"MY stubborness. If you were any kind of man CLAY AIKEN, you would be right by my side supporting me. You haven't even bothered to think that maybe your family won't react the way you think they will. All you've talked about is how I have embarrased YOU. What about 'i love you so much and will be here for you no matter what.' Those were YOUR words Clay so Im not the Liar here." Rage, Black Rage.....the kind that didn't even sound like anger. Just a big black hole.
"Im coming home and you and I are gonna solve this. I will be there in 4 hours. Do what you have to do and expect me there when you get back. When this is done and solved. Then I'll leave if that's still what you want. Im tired. I've cried for the last 3 weeks every single night and I can't do it anymore." Clay wasn't sobbing anymore. He was just plain tired. I wanted more than anything to hold him and put his head in my lap and smooth his hair till slumber took him over. I wanted him home and again I didn't want him near me. I was so confused.
"Okay Clay. But I think that this might be the end of us. Maybe we can part as friends after this talk."
"I don't care, I just want this fight to end." Clay just so suddenly hung up the phone.
I called Gina up and told her the night was off. I explained the situation to her and to my surprise she said,
"Clay might be right. I mean, He shouldn't have to tell everything to his family but He shouldn't expect you to lie if asked. I fully support you, Pie!" She had nicknamed me Pie because of the PI after my name on my business cards, I loved it. She continued, "You know that I support you fully, but Clay is rare. He truly loves you, He's torn between his first real love and his family. What would you do in his shoes."
"Don't ask me that, G! I don't think I would have done the same as he did." I couldn't get mad at her for her opinion. But I was right. I knew it. "I will not play his stupid games. I won't lie about me to save his precious image. He told me he wanted me for better or worse. That means EVERYTHING. I love his family I really do. but I won't hide who I am for them to like me." She told me I was still stubborn and Clay had his work cut out for him. I told her I loved her and wanted a raincheck. We hung up and I got undressed and decided to go ahead and get my sleep clothes on before Clay got here. Since I wasn't going anywhere now. "Damn him." I muttered as I looked at the silk slip dress and pumps I had laid out for tonight.
I put in a movie and made homemade popcorn to munch on while waiting. 4 and 1/2 hours later I was even more upset than I was in the first place. I stayed home for him and he was late. I started to lock the door on him even though he had a key. There was a ring on the doorbell and I locked the chain and pulled open the door just a crack. "May I help you?"
"Yes, are you (Your Name)?" A low voice said, the light was out on the porch so I couldn't see a face.
"Yes, What can I do for you Mr.....?" I closed the door a little more and reached for the gun in my phone stand by the door.
"Im officer McCloskey. Here's my badge number." He flashed a badge at me and after I looked at it carefully I could see NO signs of fraud. My training as a PI had taught me that some of the crooks posing as officers usually flashed one of those toy badges from a kids toy so fast so you couldn't tell the difference. He continued.
"As you see I am perfectly harmless miss." He was smiling. Something funny welled up in my stomach. What was this feeling? Doom? Familiarity? I couldn't pin it down.
"Im doing checks around the neighborhood. There have been prowler reports and I wanted to check and make sure everything was secure here. I noticed your light on at this late hour and thought I would stop." He stepped back a little and waited for me to answer.
"No, I haven't seen anything unusual. If I do, trust me I will call the police first thing." I said. I felt a little more at ease since the Officer wasn't trying to come in or anything. Just a cop doing his job.
"Im sure your instincts are sharp being a PI and all." He tipped his hat. Or it looked like it in the darkness. "Have a safe night ma'am."
"Thank You, Officer McCloskey." I shut the door. Wait...how did he know what my job was. Oh, the article in the paper. I mentioned my former job. I think.
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2 hours later I had fallen asleep on the couch when a rattle on the doorknob woke my ever light sleep.
"Who's there! I have a gun!" I shouted.
"I don't think it's gotten to that point yet, has it?" Clay said through the crack in the door. "want to let me in or do I have to break the door down." He was attempting to be humerous. But his smile faded when he saw the look on my face.
"Where the HELL have you been? I have waited for hours, cancelled a date with Gina, and watched the most borning movies known to man waiting for you, you idiot." I tried to be angry but I was releived to see his face. No, I won't miss him. It took everything I had not to throw him down and kiss him till he begged me to stop.
"My flight was delayed. I tried to call but the operator told me your phone was out of order. I just figured you left it off the hook or something. I know you don't turn your cell phone on so I didn't try that." He wasn't smiling, frowning, or anything. He just said it. "Let me in would ya?" His southern drawl was heaver when he was tired.
I let him in and suggested he get some sleep in my room. I would take the couch and we could talk in the morning. I knew he was tired and as angry as I was at him, I knew he was about to drop.
"Okay. In the morning. We resolve this one way or another. I can't take this anymore. It's affecting my job." He said and walked into my room.
"Oh forgot about your JOB. Your Highness! God forbid!" I sneered.
"Shut up and go to bed." He said without any laughter or joke in his voice and slammed my bedroom door. I heard him get a shower and then heard a faint, "Goodnight Sweet Adam!" He and I made it a ritual to say goodnight to him when we went to sleep. Even on the nights he didn't stay with me he said goodnight to him from his apartment. He would call me before sleeping and say it into the phone and say, "Pass that on will ya?". He was sweet even if he was being a donkey's backside at the moment. I picked up my phone and heard the dial tone. I called the operator and asked about the problem.
"Ma'am. The phone lines were down for about 2 hours tonight in your area. A phone line broke and the company was repairing it. Sorry for the inconvenience." She said with kindness.
"S'okay. Just checking! thanks!" I said and decided to go to sleep...again. I didn't want to face morning and Clay for that matter but then again, the couch was awful lonely. I had never felt so alone in my life. And the supposed love of my life was only 2 doors down. I cried myself to sleep. If I wouldn't have been sobbing to myself, I would have heard Clay doing the same in the other room.
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To be Continued.
Clay woke me at 8:00 the next morning with the clatter of pots and pans.
"Im fixing breakfast. I hope you are hungry because I think I laid out a 24 course meal. I haven't had anything decent to eat in....well since....you know!" He still looked tired but sounded better.
"I know...Im starved. You sit. Ill fix breakfast." I started to rise and Clay stopped me.
"No, I need to think about what Im going to say. This will help me think. Sit DOWN!" He said calmly but firmly.
"Fine DAD!" I said in the voice of a 2 year old.
"Get over yourself would you." He said.
"Oh IM not the one who...." I started.
"NOT NOW.....save it!" He was upset again. So was I. I was hungry so I let it go afraid if he got too upset, he might not feed me. If he was anything, he was a great cook.
We sat to breakfast on the ouside patio and Clay didn't look at me the entire meal. I was unhappy and I could tell he was too.
We finished our meal and he allowed me to take his plate to the kitchen and I came back outside to sit across from him.
"We need to sovle this NOW Clay!" I started.
"Okay, here goes, me first. I am appauled that you took the initiative to shout how many men you have been with in a NATIONAL magazine just to prove a point to me." He was gripping the sides of the patio chair so hard that his knuckles where white. "That should have been done in private. I didn't want the entire world to bombard me with questions about, 'did it bother me that you were promiscuous'. and 'Do I feel awkward being a virgin with an 'experienced' lover. You didn't stop to think about that did you?" No, I hadn't. I was feeling very guilty for that second. I didn't think about the trouble it caused him.
"No you didn't. I was going to call you that very second the magazine hit the stands and tell you it was over. But you know what? I didn't because I love you, you jerk! I haven't heard from my family yet but Im sure that Im going to get it when I do." He continued. "I don't know how Im going to fix this. I have so much on my shoulders right now but even though you don't appreciate it, I put our problems first." He stopped and stared at me.
"Clay I didn't think about the trouble it would cause but if you hadn't acted like you were ashamed of me to begin with, we wouldn't be having his conversation." I grunted back at him.
"Im tired too. Do you know how hard it was last night lying there thinking that we should be talking about what color flowers I would carry but instead we've been yelling and screaming at each other every time we talk for the past 4 weeks?" I teared up.
"I know. Me too. I know it's been hard but I can't forgive you for this right now. We need to forget about what happened and figure out where to go from here." It sounded to me like it was going to be over. He didn't respond to me when I said, "Clay, I loved you. I just wanted you to love ALL of me. Not just the parts that were acceptable to your family and media. I would have done anything for you but lie about who I am." I was sobbing uncontrollably.
"What do we do. I don't want us to end. There has to be a way to get past this. Im not sure what we should do." He said, he sounded resigned to the fact that this might be the last time we ever talked.
"There's only one way Clay. You have to get your family together and tell them that you accept me for my past and our future. That you stand beside me. I will respect any beleifs that your family and you have as your wife but I will not and can not change my past...nor will I lie about it. You have to accept it...or it's over." I said not believing I had just said it. I was giving him a choice? I felt like I had sealed my fate.
"Im gonna get my stuff. I thought I could do this now but seeing you.....I can't....Just can't." He was wiping tears from his eyes. "Im going to stay at my cousin's tonight. Ill call you in the morning."
He got up and walked past me. Clay stopped just for a second beside me and whispered. "Thank you for letting me experiece love for the first time in my life. I will always cherish it" and with that...he was gone.
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I walked to the door 3 hours later to answer the knock that had errupted. God, I hope it's Clay. Im dying without him. I looked through the crack in the door to find officer McCloskey standing there...
"Hello Officer!" I exlaimed as I opened the door, "How can I ....Oh my god"
I stopped short as Officer McCloskey turned around to face me....
"It can't be...no....not you...OH GOD!"
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I tried to slam the door shut and reach for my gun but he was too fast.
"Looking for THIS?" He shouted as he kicked in the door hard enough to break the chain. He was holding my gun in his left hand. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Jerrid Montague was standing here....alive.
"I thought you were dead! Oh GOD!!" I shouted as he grabbed the back of my neck and shoved me into the house.
"Telling the story about what I did to you huh? Just to prove a point to your little boyfriend. I thought you were smart. It's no wonder you aren't doing PI work anymore. I've been staked out here in your very own house since yesterday morning and you had no clue I was here. I was going to kill you last night but then your guy showed his stupid face here. I wanted to have you all to myself. A little tryst for old time's sake wouldn't you agree?" He hissed as he bent my arm backwards and shoved the gun in my back. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he stood behind me as I tried to think of a way out of this. Without anyone here, I was doomed. All of my detective instincts went straight out the window. I was drained from my fight with Clay, the crying I had done, the sleep I had lost, and the love I had lost, and I didn't have the slightest clue how to get out of this. I just tried to agree with him for the time being to keep him from killing me. I knew if I made him think I deserved his visit, that may keep me alive long enough to form a plan.
"Im sorry. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I was trying to find you. I was mad at you for leaving me. Im so sorry!" I pleaded. Hoping he would buy it.
"Don't even try it! I know what you're doing! You don't want me here. Your trying to save your own hide. You're going to be very disappointed in yourself. That was a really stupid trick you pulled telling everyone about me. I was NOT killed in a drug accident as you can plainly see." He started.
"Then why are you here? Killing me won't make it go away." I said crying. My arm was bent so far up it was starting to go numb with the pain.
"To exact my revenge of course. When my 'collegues at my job had found out what I did to you, I lost my job, my wife, my son! All because you were chasing the wrong GUY you idiot. A guy with the same name...not me. I HAD A LIFE BUILT BUT NOW I HAVE NOTHING BECAUSE OF YOU!!" He pushed the gun farther into my back and began sniffing at my hair.
"I can smell that man on you. What's he some famous guy or something? Well by the time I'm done. You won't smell a trace of him anywhere. Ill see to that...leave my mark so's everyone can smell it." He was confusing me but I dared not respond. Oh God, Clay! Where are you? Im scared. I called to him in my mind. I need help Clay! Come home!!!!
I called out to him with my voice but it did no good. Clay was miles away and I started to cry as Jerrid hissed at me to "Get Movin'! We got ourselves a date to finish!"........
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Clay was sitting at Matt's table falling asleep sitting up.
"Man, Go to bed and get some rest. You can't let this get the best of you. You'll figure it out better if you are rested" Matt patted Clay on the shoulder.
"I can't beleive I just left her there! I love her and she didn't even try to stop me from going!" Clay said, tears starting is his already red-rimmed eyes.
"Dude, don't think right now. Your dead on your feet man! Sleep. Ill talk it over with you later and help you but your no good to anyone right now as tired as you are!" Matt tried to comfort Clay, who was also one of his best friends. His father and Clay's Biological father were cousins and although Clay didn't see his real father, Matt and he had met and become close friends as well as second cousins. (Editor's note: Please don't hit me with a barrage of "He doesn't have a cousin named matt on his father's side! I made it up)!
"Matt, I can't sleep thinking about all the things I did to her, all the things I said. I put her through so much pain. Made her relive the tragedy all over again, over and over! It was so unfair of me. I've just been so tired and stubborn and have no idea how Mom is going to react. I called Mom today and she didn't mention (Your Name) at all. I don't know what she is thinking! Im so confused......wait....Matt, I feel strange right now....hmf, I must be overworked!" Clay rubbed his eyes, trying to stay awake.
"Don't worry about your mom right now. If you don't sleep right now Im going to punch you in the head and MAKE you sleep!" Matt was already leading Clay to the guest room. Clay wasn't putting up much of a fight.
"All right but only let me sleep for an hour. I have to figure this out. It's eating at me." Clay was yawning.
"Leave it to me, Man!" Matt had no intention of waking Clay up in ONE hour. He needed sleep and if he had to tie him to the bed to make him rest, he would. Clay could worry about what's-her-name later. She wasn't helping things right now. Matt thought to himself as Clay laid on the bed and fell almost immidiately to sleep. Im gonna go over there and tell her just what she is putting him through. Matt said silently. She needs to hear it from someone else. I won't play her little games like Clay does, he thought. Ill MAKE her listen to me! He left a note for Clay and told him this:
Clay,
Im going to help you. Don't try and stop me from doing it either. I took the keys to your car. Stay there until I get back. You need someone on your side and Im that someone. Im not letting her do this to you anymore. She isn't innocent in all of this either. Your gonna crack if you keep fighting this alone.
Don't stop me Im bigger than you.
Matt
Matt started his car and looked at the address that he had found in clay's phone.
"God, why couldn't Clay just save himself and ME all this trouble and become a monk. Vow of silence, vow of celebacy, would have been a hell of alot easier all around." He chuckeled to himself at the thought of Clay the Monk!
She's probably sitting at home right now gloating about how she was winning. He thought,
"Not for long Lady, You and me are going to have a nice long talk." He said to the image in his mind of Her sitting at the window watching Clay drive off and her grinning smugly at him saying to the window, "I winning, You idiot!" he was gonna put a stop to all this nonsense once and for all. For Clay's sanity, He had to..........................
To be continued.........
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As I started to plead again for Jerrid to let me go....that I wouldnt' tell anyone..he stopped me.
"Im gonna pay you back for what you done to me. I got a better idea. Im gonna leave you so your rockstar boyfriend finds you. Oh man! He'll be the first to see your body..nekkid and DEAD...HAAAAHAAAAHAA!" He laughed deep in his throat. An evil laugh that chilled me to the bone. Oh God. My Clay. I was never gonna see him again. Tears filled my eyes so that I couldn't see. I suddenly had a memory of us the second month we were dating.
Clay was sitting in my living room waiting for me to finish dinner for us. I was still a little nervous around him then. I turned around to put the milk back into the refrigerator and found Clay standing at the doorway. Watching me.
"Clay...what are you looking at? WHAT?" I laughed. Clay just came over to me without saying a word and with a very serious look on his face, he pulled me close to him. Not one inch of air separated us. He turned his eyes to my lips and slowly moved down to kiss me. It was a very romantic, skilled kiss. His hands around my waist slowly moved up to caress my back, Clay never taking his lips from mine. He pulled away and ran his thumb against my bottom lip which was slightly swollen from the wonderful kiss.
"If I died right now this very second, I would go to heaven and thank God that I h
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