Page 9 of Love Triangle
“Goodnight, Trig.”
He brushes a hand against mine as he leaves before turning and walking away. As I reach up to lock the door, I see where he brushed against me isn’t glowing.Maybe I imagined it before.
But…if I didn’t imagine it…and this is what I think it is, I’m about to break my curse. Now where am I supposed to find the other third?
Chapter Twelve – Cliff
Canned soup. Apple sauce. Buttered white bread. An acceptable dinner. Everything looks and tastes the same each time I prepare it. There are no surprise scents or weird textures. I eat it alone and do not have to worry about anything while I do.
People don’t understand why I’m so restrictive about things. Sometimes even I don’t, I’ll admit, but most of the time it seems obvious to me.
I have a set few items of clothing I wear because they are comfortable, fit well, look nice, and I don’t have to decide from a million different things when I’m getting dressed.
I prefer to keep three of everything on my desk because I like to always have a backup, and if someone comes in and needs to use one there will be a backup if both fail. It’s a legitimate issue; people come to my desk frequently.
I don’t understand why people think it’s so strange for me to want to be prepared. Keeping them tidy and in the exact same spot each time only helps me to know where everything is and saves me from ever having to dig around for things.
Anyway, the point is, people see me as rigid and difficult and refuse to take the time to understand why I do the things I do. I build up quite a bit of frustration by the end of the day trying to mask my natural inclinations in times when they would make people uncomfortable. So, at night I need to take out those frustrations somehow. Now that I’m done with dinner, I will do that.
I’ve lived out of the main area of town since I moved back. I knew if I was going to live here, I was going to need space to burn off pent up energy and this place has a wooded area around it. As my parents died suddenly, and they had no wills and I was their next of kin, I received their small inheritance. It was enough for the down payment here. My closest neighbor is a quarter mile away and I haven’t even met them. They only moved in recently since Mr. Jones passed away. I have a lot of room to roam and I’m going to use as much of it as I can tonight.
My closet holds only a few garments. Three pairs of pants, three sweaters, and three shirts. In a drawer I have six undershirts, six pairs of socks, and six pairs of underwear. I have one suit and tie in a dry-cleaning bag. I have one pair of boots, one pair of sneakers, and three identical pairs of my favorite shoes, two in black and one in brown. I have two pairs of pajamas. These are my normal clothes, and they are all organized exactly the way I like them.
I do, however, have a few more things hidden in two satchels at the bottom of the closet. One is for…different activities I need not think of now. In another, however, there is a t-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, and a pair of running pants. There is a second pair of sneakers that is not as well-kept as my daily option in a plastic bag. These are the clothes I will wear tonight.
I feel odd dressed like this, but I know it’s necessary for my excursion. I may get dirty, or tangled up, or snagged on something and I don’t want to ruin my normal clothes. Plus, I’ll be moving quickly so I need to be comfortable. I zip up the sweatshirt and raise the hood. It’s chilly tonight, and until I get my blood pumping, I’m sure I’ll be cold.
The cold air taunts me as I step out my back door.Come chase the breeze. You’ll never outrun it. I stretch for a moment before finding the direction of the wind and taking off in a burst of speed.
The wood is dark, and I know running like this with no light is dangerous. That’s alright. Whatever happens now is meant to be. I’m following the wind, letting it take me away.
Like it took me to Trig so many years ago.Fuck. I almost trip thinking of it. My parents had screamed and screamed at me again because I wouldn’t eat mashed potatoes. I just couldn’t do it. They didn’t understand that it wasn’t that I just didn’t like them, it was almost as if I was going to be physically ill or in pain every time the white mush came near me. It was torture. But they yelled and accused me of being a spoiled brat. I was so little; I can’t understand how someone could be so cruel to such a small child.
When they left the room, I took off out the front door; no idea where I was going to go, just knowing I needed to leave. I saw the wind blowing leaves one way and decided that way was good enough.
After a bit of running, I saw a boy from my school outside bouncing a ball. I stopped in front of him, too shy to say anything. But Trig always was one to start a conversation.
“Hey you! I know you! Whatcha cryin’ about? You wanna come play?”
I nodded and came forward to catch the ball he threw to me. When I tossed it back, it hit him in the stomach, causing a great ‘Oof’ to escape the boy’s mouth. I cringed but he only laughed.
“Oh boy, you’re strong! We gotta play dodgeball together and whoop the other guys. What’s your name? You wanna come in for dinner? My mom is making probably soup or something, she’s not a good cook is what she says, but I like it okay.”
After that, we played nearly every night for years. I wonder if I ran long enough, hard enough, would the wind bring me back to him? If it did, would I stop again for him?
I run harder; old wounds being wrenched wide open in my mind. This was not the plan for tonight but if it’s what’s needed then so be it. I run through the dark until all of a sudden, it’s not quite as dark.
I’ve got to the clearing, the area that means I’ve gone too far into the neighbor's land. Normally that’s all the clearing is to me, just an empty spot telling me I’ve run too far. But tonight, it contains a sensational discovery.
In the clearing is a massive tetrahedron, some sort of translucent stone. There is an energy radiating off of it that is indescribable. I feel drawn to it, as if I need to touch it. So I do.
I run my hand down the smooth triangular side and a ripple of lust runs through me. I gasp and pull my hand away, watching a glow light up everywhere my hand laid upon the stone. A sudden ache in my groin makes me double over. I nearly fall to my knees, but I catch myself with one hand resting on the side of the huge pyramid of crystal.
Touching that stone again causes my cock to go rock hard, my mouth gaping as my breath shudders out of me. A wild need overcomes me, and I can think of nothing else but how beautiful the tetrahedron is.
I look at the way it glows where the heat of my hand lands. I think maybe it’s made of fluorite. What a lovely, delicate stone. I groan as I rub my crotch against one of the faces of the stone. How smooth the face is. How sharp the angles.Oh, fuck if this is fluorite it might glow under a UV light. That would be so beautiful. So, so beautiful.
I wrap one arm around the triangular beauty and pull my cock out of my pants with my other hand. As I stroke the rock I stroke my cock, faster and faster, until finally I splatter the shining crystal with my hot cum.
