(got bored in geometry after my test :|)
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The doorbell rang. Rade groaned and looked over at the clock on his wall. 3:18 AM.
He turned over on his stomach, pulled the blankets up over his head. The bell kept ringing.
Sleep didn’t seem to be coming back, so Rade stared at his windowsill, willing the person at his front door a quick painful death.
5 minutes passed. The doorbell was accompanied by knocks.
He forced himself out of bed and grabbed the Louisville slugger behind his bedroom door. Whoever wanted to wake him from a good nights sleep at this time of day was going to get him, and a concussion. Rade mumbled to himself down the hall, down the stairs, thinking of all the most painful ways to torture someone. Bamboo stalks under the nails, drills through the kneecaps, hot needles through the eyes...
But as he got closer to the front door he heard someone crying, a female. His grip loosened on the baseball bat as he looked through the peephole. Someone with long black hair was sitting on the stoop, her back to the door. Two suitcases were on either side of her.
Rade leaned the bat against the wall and opened the door, curious as to who was so eager to get him out.
The girl turned around, and as soon as Rade saw her face he started reaching for the bat.
“What the fuck do you want?” Rade asked, his anger flaring up.
Caroline stood, there were shadows under her eyes. “Hi Rade.” She sniffed. “I need a place to stay.”
It was all Rade could do to stop from laughing in her face. “You cheat on me, lie about it, pack up and skip town to be with someone else for a year, now you want to stay here?”
A tear slid down Caroline’s cheek and splashed on the chipped white paint. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
“No. Fuck that. Fuck you.” He slammed the door so hard it made something upstairs fall over with a dull thud. For a moment he thought about grabbing the bat and running back out there, beating Caroline to death and save him the trouble of ever having to see her again.
But that wouldn’t solve anything, too messy, too much paperwork, then there’s the jail...
Rade scratched his head and started pacing. Why would Caroline just show up at his door like that? After wasting a year of his life, his money...whenever Rade thought of Caroline or his senior year in high school, there was nothing but a big black cloud.
Of course the relationship was good while it lasted. Rade had fun, he learned a lot, and even after all the bad shit went down, he could honestly say that the time spent with her was some of the best time of his life.
She was crying, outside. Rade sighed and opened the door again.
“How long” a statement, not a question.
“A few days, until I can get hold of my parents.”
Rade sighed. “Fine, come in.”
Without a word Caroline picked up her suitcases and came inside, stopping beside Rade briefly. That’s when he noticed she had a black eye.
“You want coffee? Beer?” Rade called from the kitchen. “You drink, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t like beer or coffee. Since when did you start drinking?”
“I don’t. Rodney does. There’s a refrigerator full of the stuff in here. You want anything at all?”
Rade couldn’t stop himself from grinning at that one. “That’s cool. Be ready in a minute-thirty.”
The clock read 4:00 AM now, but Rade didn’t feel the least bit tired. Too many conflicting emotions were running through his skull, he wouldn’t possibly be able to get back to sleep. On one hand, Caroline was genuinely a nice person, and maybe those two years since high school had made her a more mature person. If there was a possibility that she wanted to have another relationship....but then again she did cheat on him.
The microwave started beeping and Rade got out a packet of some expensive French cocoa. Rodney brought it back after one of his numerous business trips, he said it had cost him $40 American. The packaging looked oddly similar to Swiss Miss, but Rade decided not to mention that.
And another thing is, no matter how much you think you love someone, you'll step back when a pool of their blood edges too close.