Day 280 – Meditation in the Backwaters of Outer Space – Part 5

Word count: 598

“My boyfriend is going to kill me,” Jack gasped in horror, “You must leave! You have to go now! He’s going to be back soon! Oh my god what have I don’t?”

Regina recoiled, “You’re gay?”

“I know, I know! I don’t know what possessed me last night! I really don’t…. Oh god Rich is simply going to murder me, oh god I feel sick.”
Jack dived out of the room and ran to the toilet. He made retching noises as he texted his best friend Rich demanding that he come over and pretend to be his boyfriend. It was lucky that he had drunkenly left his phone in the hallway and not in the bedroom else he probably would not have been able to so easily scoop it up.
How long Rich would take to respond, Jack was unable to guess. It might be an hour, it might be five. Jack was hoping it was ten seconds. He couldn’t keep up the acting in case Regina exited the bed and decided to follow him to make sure he was alright.
“Wot u on about?” a vibration signalled that Rich had texted back. Thank god.
“Come here,” Jack ordered Rich. Jack knew he would come around simply out of curiosity.
Jack stepped out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom. He had dabbed his eyes with warm water to effect the look of crying.
“He’s going to kill me, it’s going to be over… I never meant to do this… it was a stupid, stupid mistake….”
“Well thanks, you could have told me that last night instead of leering all over me!” Regina stomped out of bed and began to find her clothes. It was not a pretty sight. There were folds of skin and crevices of undiscovered territory that Jack would spend the coming nights hoping and praying that he didn’t unearth.
“All men are the same,” she continued, “Use you for what they want and leave. Or in this case, ask you to leave.”
“Let’s just say the alcohol got the better of us?” Jack was quite unsure that it must have somehow possessed him rather than outwitted him.
“You told me you cared. You told me we should be together!” Regina was shouting, putting on her bra with great difficulty.
A knock on the door. Saviour! It was a good job that Rich lived only three doors down. Jack sprinted to the door without explanation.
“Oh thank god, kiss me!”
Rich looked confused.
“Listen, if I say I needed to tell a girl that I was gay in order to get out of ever speaking to her again, would you go along with it?”
“Do I need to kis you?”
“Hold Hand?”
Jack winked at Rich and began talking loudly, “It’s not what you think Rich, it’s not! Please believe me when I say this, she just stayed over! She just slept! She’s more like a sister to me than… than anything! Please, don’t get mad!”
Rich returned the wink and stormed through to the bedroom, catching the moment that Regina had folded her skin into her dress.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Regina,” Regina said proudly.
“Jack, what is going on?”
“Nothing, right Regina?”
Jack could sense that Regina was thinking to herself, processing the pros and cons.
“Fuck off Jack, you know what we did. Don’t ruin this poor man’s life with your lies.”
She gathered the remains of her belongings whilst they faked an argument. The door slammed when she left.
“Okay Jack, seriously, how much had you to drink?”

~ by S.G. Mark on July 13, 2012.

One Response to “Day 280 – Meditation in the Backwaters of Outer Space – Part 5”

  1. I wonder how it would’ve played out for Jack if he had awakened to her being physically handicapped instead of just gross and fat. Would he have found his humanity? Maybe he would’ve surprised himself by suddenly feeling loving compassion instead of repulsion.

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