Be Careful What You Wish For – A Fractured Fairy Tale

[Girl_On_Fire]

When she woke up, the sun was streaming down into her face and Chris was standing above her, staring down.

She sat up with a start.

“Hi. Um…I’m sorry. Wow.”

How am I going to explain the picture, the…

“You’re a very strange little girl. How about getting up and rustling Daddy up some breakfast?”

She got up and did as she was told.

In a perverse sort of way, she liked preparing breakfast for hym, even though hy wasn’t at all what she’d expected. She did love hym. Hy had a beautiful soul no matter what.

Hy finished breakfast, burped loudly, and smacked her on the ass.

“How about you get in that bedroom and let Daddy work some of this off?”

The way hy leered at her. It was as though hy were a hungry shark and she was the guppy. That was kind of a turn-on…wasn’t it?

Hy wanted to get her from behind this time and she happily got on all fours, waiting for hym to give her a real pounding. But, just like the night before, as soon as hy mounted her, hy was done before she could even get started, collapsing on the bed as though hy’d just run a marathon.

“Get me a beer would you? I’m thirsty.”

She got hym the beer and hy drank it down in one gulp before passing out again. She crept into the bathroom and fondled herself on the toilet.

When hy woke up, she cuddled with hym, running her fingers through hys hair and trying to re-establish the connection she’d felt with hym during all their conversations. She looked deeply into hys eyes.

“I love you so much,” Alana said. “You know that, don’t you?”

Hy reached over her, popped open another beer and swilled half of it down. Hy burped and pulled her in for a kiss.

“I love you too, babygirl.”

Hys face changed, taking on an uncomfortable, slightly-pained look. She leaned in closer, waiting for hym to open up; to share something with her. Maybe explain the way hy’d been acting. Hy rolled over slightly, moved in closer…and let out a Richter scale fart.

The smell that permeated the room seconds later put the body odor she’d first smelled to shame.

“Oh man. I’m sorry. Eggs don’t agree with me sometimes.”

She rolled over, settled back into the sheet and stared up at the ceiling.

Hy thrust hymself up off the bed, limped over to his jeans, and grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of hys pocket. Hy lit one. Taking a deep puff, he blew out a smoke ring and watched as it floated across the room, engulfing Alana inside.

A sudden coughing fit doubled hym over. Hy wheezed and hacked so hard, hy nearly fell over. Grabbing onto the side of bureau, hy turned hys back to her, deep, hacking coughs shaking hys entire body. Alana jumped up, putting her arm on hys back, patting and rubbing it.

Another room-shaking fart exploded out of hym, catching her full in the face.

Hy stopped coughing, righted hymself and apologized again.

“Have you ever thought about quitting?”

Hy eyed her.

“Been smoking for 30 years, babygirl. It’s hard to quit.”

She gaped at hym.

“You started when you were 10?”

Hy nodded. Coughed some more. Sucked snot from the back of hys throat and swallowed.

To her shock, hy moved closer to her…those eyes pulling her in. “Why don’t we fool around a bit and you can make me dinner?”

Impulsively, she grabbed hym, pulled hym to her and kissed hym with every ounce of passion she felt for hym. She envisioned pouring waves of healing energy into hym with just the strength of her love alone; feeding hym everything hy craved and obviously wasn’t getting from the world.

She pulled away; stared hard into hys eyes and tried to find the spark of the passionate soul she’d fallen in love with.

The sentiment went completely over hys head as hy grabbed her, picked her up, staggered over to the bed and made clumsy, five-minute love to her again, this time smacking her ass instead of going down on it.

When it was over, hy went downstairs to smoke outside and she lay in bed alone, mulling over sex tapes and instructional videos she might want to rent for the two of them. Not to mention some quit-smoking gum and maybe a respirator. She could fix this. It was workable. She’d have to ask hym about hys teeth though. That was just weird. Even if hy had false ones, shouldn’t at least be wearing them?

The cell phone in Chris’s pocket went off. She got up, pulled it out of his jean pocket and stared at the screen.

A text message containing several naked pictures of a girl who couldn’t be more than 20 or 21 popped up.

“Hey Daddy. I miss you. When are you coming home?”

The words punched her in the stomach. Completely disregarding her belief in privacy, she scrolled through pictures and felt bile rising in her throat when she saw photos of the two of them together, a shot with a close-up of an engagement ring, and several more of two small dogs. The timestamp on the photos revealed the relationship wasn’t new. It had been going on for over a year.

Hy reappeared in the doorway and saw the phone in her hands. All of the unvented pain from 5 years ago, the betrayal, the sexual frustration, and the budding disgust burst out of her and into her right arm, which she now used to hurl the phone at hys head. Hy ducked and the small electronic devise smashed against the wall.

The jeans followed as did hys suitcases.

“Get out of my house, get out of my life, get your own beer, and learn how to fuck!”

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(2 Weeks Later)

Alana’s friend Rachel stared at her across the coffee house table.

“You kicked hym out? I thought hy was this all-mighty God in your eyes. Like the sun rose and set in hys butt or something.”

“Oh God, please don’t mention hys butt.”

“Wow. What a loser.”

“I’m actually really glad I met hym.”

“What? Why?” Rachel was incredulous.

“If I hadn’t, I would have run the risk of worshipping a fantasy for the rest of my life.”

“So what did you learn from all this?”

Alana laughed in spite of herself. “Be careful what you wish for.”

The End