Matthew
“Come in,” Black Widow weakly responded to the knock on her door.
Her neighbor, Charlie, walked in to find her curled up in a fetal position on top of her bed, tears threatening to moisten her face. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Oh, I’m just so depressed, Charlie,” she sobbed. “I thought I had really found the one this time.”
“Matthew?”
“Yes,” she responded with a heavy sigh. “I really liked him. I mean, he was cute, a great dancer and fantastic in bed.”
Charlie cocked one eye, “so what’s the problem?”
“He told me that he has a girlfriend.”
The dark circles around Charlie’s eyes intensified his widened blue eyes. “Oh,” he muttered sympathetically. “At least he told you.”
“I almost wish that I could have just stayed oblivious and happy,” she slumped onto her stomach as Charlie sat on the bed next to her. “I really liked him. I mean, did you hear about the tiara fiasco the other night?”
“What?”
“I made this little huff about getting a tiara when this guy tried taking me out,” Black Widow explained. “He said he wanted it to be like the Disney movie that I took Josh to see, so I said he should present me with a tiara before he could escort me around, right? Well, Matthew and I go out last night, and guess what? This girl walks by with this like Dollar Store tiara on, and I was like, ‘I want one.’ Without even saying anything, he grabs my hand and whisks me inside this store. They’ve got all this bondage gear, leather and dildos all over, so I’m not thinking anything of it. Next thing you know, he finds this gold and crystal tiara and places it on my head. He thought nothing of buying it for me.”
“He bought you a tiara?” Charlie seemed a bit baffled, “that you found in a porn shop?”
“Yes!” She cried, “I thought it was a sign that he was really the one, ya know? Then he takes me home, and we have this awesome sex. Even today, we were lying in bed, and I gave him this awesome blowjob. I felt his nuts get tight, and just when he was about to cum, I looked in his eyes and said, ‘fuck me.’ I hopped on top of him and rode him like a pro. He couldn’t even contain himself; he came on my back.”
Charlie clarified, “so you spent the night at his house?”
“Yeah,” Black Widow hid her eyes in a playful momentary shame. “But then like right after he came, the phone rings. It’s his girl, and he like runs to hide in the bathroom to talk to her, telling me not to say anything. She’s got him wrapped around her finger, and she’s like twelve years older than him with a couple kids.”
“I thought guys were supposed to be into younger girls,” Charlie commented sarcastically.
“I know!” Black Widow’s speech speeded up with intensity. “I think I make a great little trophy for someone to hold on their arm, and then I find out that he’d prefer some old chick with, in his words, ‘stretch marks on her stomach.’”
“Gross,” Charlie looked away in disgust. “You’re going to make me puke with that visual. So, why is he with her?”
“Supposedly, she’s some real powerful witch or whatever,” Black Widow explained. “While they were talking, I felt this intense hate filter into the room, and it feels like I’m in a void. I’m guessing it was her, but whatever it was, I got the sense it was not happy to find me in his room. It was like I was being wished away. I stood my ground, but I had to tell him that I was not comfortable being the other girl.”
Charlie perked up, “what did he say?”
“That he would keep my number,” she whined. “He said that maybe I wouldn’t have to be in the middle for that long. He did make a snide comment about joining in the fun, like some threesome action, but I’m not real hip to that. I told him, I’m an alpha female, and I don’t play well with others.”
Standing and walking into the kitchen, Charlie asked, “can I steal some peanut butter and crackers?”
“I have mashed potatoes and pizza that we can make,” Black Widow offered.
“Oh! Carb dinner of champions! Let’s make some!”
“Grab it,” Black Widow ordered. “So, Charlie, do you think I did the right thing? I mean, I almost feel like I just want to be with him, regardless.”
“Well,” Charlie crunched a cracker, “I’m guessing that if he’s not willing to leave her, then it’s not meant to be. It was definitely meant for the two of you to have sex though.”
“I know, and it was so good! Is it wrong that I almost do want to be the other girl?”
Charlie smiled sexily, “no.”
“Well, should I wait a couple days and call him, or just see if he calls me?”
Smearing peanut butter on a cracker, Charlie muttered, “you’re just going to have to follow your gut,” and crunched the cracker in his mouth.
Have Matthew’s Child?
Playfully twirling her fingers through his goatee, Black Widow snuggled into the crook of Matthew’s arm.
Wiping the sweat-drenched hair from her forehead, Matthew tilted her chin, so she could look into his eyes. “Did you mean what you said?”
“What do you mean?” Black Widow’s voice heightened to a sweetened pitch, “what did I say?”
“When we were having sex just now, you said, ‘I love you. Cum inside of me.’”
Eyes widening with realization that she had actually spoken out loud what she had been thinking, Black Widow toyed, “did I say that?”
“Yeah,” Matthew chuckled. “You said that a couple times actually, ‘I love you; cum inside of me.’ I can understand if it was in the throws of passion, but I just wanted to check.”
Yanking the blanket over her head, Black Widow muffled out, “I’m just going to hide my head for a while.”
Gently pushing the blanket down to expose her head, Matthew spoke softly. “I mean, luckily, I didn’t listen to you, and I pulled out. If I wouldn’t have, we would be asking each other, ‘what should we name it?’ You don’t want to have my kid, do you?”
Defensively, Black Widow pulled the covers over her head again. She repeated, “I’m just going to hide my head for a while.”
“Okay,” Matthew agreed with her childish game. “It’s probably going to get hot under there after a while, but do what you want, as long as you’re comfortable. It’s cool. I figured it was just something you said in the midst of passion. You said you loved me though, and I was just starting to feel special for a minute.”
Peeking out from under the covers to look him in the eyes, Black Widow said seriously, “it’s been a while since I’ve said that to anyone.” Quickly, she hid back under the covers, calling out, “I’m just going to hide here for a minute.”
“So what are you saying? You want to have my child?” Pausing a moment for a response he never got, Matthew continued. “I can’t have children.”
“Really?” Black Widow exposed herself.
“I don’t think so,” he muttered unconvincingly. “I had an accident when I was younger. I might be able to, but I’ve never really tried to either. I know there’s been a few times when I really should have, but nothing has ever happened.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but if you really wanted, we could see,” Matthew joked. “In the morning, I’ll cum in you, and we can figure out what to name it.”
Watching Matthew trail off into the bathroom, Black Widow picked up her phone and dialed her attorney.
“What’s happening?”
Black Widow moaned, “how do I keep finding myself in these predicaments?”
“What’s that?”
“I’m over at Matthew’s house,” Black Widow began to explain.
Her attorney interrupted her in question. “Did you spend the night?”
“Yeah,” she whimpered, “and he just made a special trip to get my favorite, too, mashed potatoes. We just got done eating, and now he’s in the shower. He’s getting ready to go see his girlfriend.”
“Uh-oh,” the attorney’s voice deepened. “He’s already got a girlfriend?”
“Yeah. I just found out. I really fucking like him, too,” Black Widow snuggled into Matthew’s plush couch. “What should I do?”
“Well,” the attorney cleared his throat. “I guess tell him to make the choice, then tell me what he says. I can’t really think of what else to say at this point, I’m in so much pain.”
“Pain?” Black Widow questioned, “from what?”
“I went to the hospital today,” the attorney explained. “When I was arrested the other day, the cop beat the fuck out of me. I told you that I had a black eye from him hitting me, but I guess he broke a couple of my ribs, too. I didn’t even know, but the other day, I bent down to pick up one of the kids. Something happened, and I guess hairline fractures in my ribs split open. One pinched shut on my lungs, so I’ve been having problems breathing.”
“What?” Black Widow’s voice reflected her shock. “So you got arrested. Then when you got out, your girl got arrested as a way to make you stay with her? Some corrupt cop with a history of abuse, which you had already been planning on filing a report on, broke your ribs? The hairline fractures split open when you bent over, and broken rib is pinching your lung? Is your girl even out yet?”
“Yup, I picked her up today from jail, so she’s out now.” The attorney inhaled sharply, “ouch. This shit hurts, too. They gave me some prescriptions, but I can’t even get them filled today.”
“This shit is too weird,” Black Widow sighed emphatically. “I mean, I get an e-mail from an ex-boyfriend and within minutes of you making a snide comment about it, you’re in jail. Then your girl goes to jail, you get a couple broken ribs, and I find out the guy I totally like has some old girlfriend.”
“What are you saying?”
“Some things just are not as random as they seem.” Black Widow cried out, “I call conspiracy! I mean, it could all just be coincidental, but Damien is very strong on the astral plane. Since he came into the picture, there’s been a strange chain of events that I cannot explain. I haven’t talked to him or about him in years, but everyone seems to remember who he is, anyone I’ve ever talked to about him before. That’s just odd.”
“Do you hear what you are saying?” The attorney snapped accusingly, “are you actually believing what you are saying? I told you to stay away from that crippled little fuck!”
Draw a Star
“If you were to draw a star, which direction would it point?” Black Widow sipped her kamikaze.
“Like east or west?” Matthew said sarcastically.
“Like north or south,” Black Widow corrected.
“A five-point star?” Matthew slugged his beer, almost seeming to avoid the conversation.
“Yes.”
“It would point up,” Matthew set the beer down on the bar, reaching up to rub the point of his moustache. “Why?”
Sitting quiet for a moment, Black Widow murmured, “I knew you would say that.”
“Why?” Matthew drilled, “do you know what that means? Why does it matter? Why do you ask?”
“I just knew that you were going to say that,” Black Widow muttered. “See, my last boyfriend always drew stars pointing south. Another ex of mine would also draw them pointing downward. I just had a feeling that you would say the opposite.”
“What does that matter?” Matthew slurped his beer again.
“It doesn’t matter,” Black Widow stated matter-of-factly, sucking on her kamikaze. “Do you believe that for some people there comes a moment of choice? It can be for different things, but, let me rephrase the question. Do you believe a girl knows when she’s fertile?”
“Some better than others,” Matthew said flatly, lighting a cigarette.
“You’re right,” Black Widow agreed. “Sometimes you have to sacrifice it for other things, but let me ask you something else. It was kind of peculiar, but somebody made a comment the other day, after we had been together for the first time. I was accused of being a vampire, and they asked who had bitten me.”
A wicked grin stretched across Matthew’s face. “I’ve been called a vampire before. Supposedly, vampires are known to have extra nipples.” Matthew lifted his shirt, “I happen to have three.”
“I thought that was supposed to be a werewolf?”
“No,” Matthew insisted, “vampires.”
Swinging around on the bar stool, so her back was to him, Black Widow lifted her shirt and lowered the top of her skirt, exposing her lower back. “Then what’s that mean?”
“You have a birthmark on your lower back. I’m not sure what that means,” Matthew stuttered.
Black Widow sung back around to stare at Matthew’s crystal blue eyes. “I’ve been told that it’s the devil’s mark. Isn’t that what all those witches were killed for? Matthew Hopkins, don’t you remember? Accusations of the devil suckling their skin, leaving marks that didn’t bleed?”
“I’m not sure,” Matthew stammered. “But my friend has a coven. She has fifty-two covens under her control, actually.”
“Oh yeah?” Black Widow challenged, “I never found reason to join anything like that. I think I’m much better off on my own, as an individual practitioner.”
“She has people from all over the world that come to her for advice,” Matthew retorted. “Many will ask her to do black magic, but she tries to help and be a healer.”
A girl walked passed, but stopped at the sight of Matthew. “Hey Pepper,” she gushed and blushed.
Matthew glanced up at her slightly annoyed, “yeah hey.” He rolled his eyes, and when she was out of earshot mumbled, “I get that almost every time I go out.”
“You seriously could pass as his twin, you know. Anyhow, I also know all too well how it can be to be annoyed by people,” Black Widow drank another sip of kamikaze. “After being pestered for so long, I decided to run and hide. It’s not worth it. Spells aren’t worth it.”
“I know,” Matthew concurred. “They’ll come back three-fold onto you.”
“Sometimes as high as ten or fourteen-fold, depending on which belief system you subscribe to,” Black Widow added. “See, I’ve not been known to play well with others. It’s sad, but I’ve grown to hate people. Have you ever heard of chaos magic?”
“Chaos?”
“Yes,” Black Widow assured. “Chaos magic is what I practice, if it must be put into a name. Basically, it says that you can pull from any belief system, even a story. See, the Bible is nothing more than a book, nothing more than ‘Lord of the Rings.’ In theory, both were written by humans, so both are equal, right?”
“That makes sense.”
“In chaos magic, you can take beliefs from books, religions, philosophies or anything else in life,” Black Widow detailed. “It explains that there is no black and white, only shades of grey. I believe that the total truth is not out there, that people would not be able to handle the true knowledge. Therefore, nobody is correct and logical. Beliefs that work for each individual should be found. Whether it’s a prayer or a spell, really all you are doing is concentrating, putting forth energy. Energy is what is really the basis for everything, any religion or magic…even fire, colors and running water!”
“Hmm,” Matthew pondered.
“That’s to say that no matter how many covens one holds, no matter how many people look up to you, nobody is better than anyone else,” Black Widow clarified. “Regardless of what one adheres to though, if someone is strong, they are strong. Energy makes things happen, and if someone can harness enough energy for a catalyst to make something happen, then it will, regardless of what that person claims to study. It can be some Catholic in intense rosary prayer or some voodoo priestess casting a spell, get it? Titles do not matter, because language does not explain it all.”
“I see,” Matthew pulled at his moustache again.
“Do you? See, I have somebody calling on me. He’s natural shaman, mixed Native American and Mayan.”
Matthew’s eyes widened. “Mayans are strong. There are actually some burials not too far from here.”
“That explains a lot,” Black Widow chugged the last of her kamikaze, setting the cup containing only ice to the back of the bar. “I think he may have tricked me before, but now I have to make a choice. I do believe there are points of decision, and I think I am at one. In part of my decision, somehow I knew you would make a star point up instead of down, too.”
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