When the doorbell rang to stir Matthew from deep slumber, the annoyance rumbled in the man’s throat as groggily he groped into the dim room for the only source of light. The neon green sign on his nightstand blared the insult of 2:40 AM to punctuate his perturbed demeanor. With protest, his body would be forced to move, pushing through the dull ache of desired sleep. Rising to his dresser he pulled a white tank top over his broad shoulders ignoring the loose flannel pants he wore to sleep in.
Again, the doorbell rang, and though unheard by any audience Matthew muttered his curses beneath his breath. Standing before the solid oak door to peek through the peephole he felt a bit of the frustration of being awoken fade when he saw who was pestering him at such a late hour.
The silhouette of the petite blond standing beneath pale yellowing light spotlighting her on his porch was hardly the sight that any warm blooded male could fault for long. Her fair complexion and doll-like face embraced the montage of the innocent sweetheart though her eyes were hallowed and puffy from tears shed before being hastily dabbed away. All the frustration of his interrupted sleep melted away as he threw the door open and greet the familiar woman, “Allison?”
“I’m sorry. I know it’s late I just… I really needed a friend.”
“Oh deary it’s fine, come in. Have a seat in the living room… would you like something to drink? Hot tea? Vodka?”
Pulling her arms around her chest, partially covering the modest cleavage her bodice top exposed. With a veil of hair falling halfway over her face she stepped inside as Matthew closed the door behind her. She was like the walking dead, numb and emotionless moving to the sofa of the adjacent room. Perching on the edge of the cushion she stared off in the distance with her mind idly comparing how nice the suburban house was compared to her tiny studio apartment.
“I know,” Matthew spoke with a bit of false light hearted bravado, “Hot chocolate.” He stepped into the kitchen and allowing the young woman a moment to breathe. He had known Allison for over a decade now though much of that time was spent in passing as a family friend. She had come a long way from the shy girl in pigtails that would once ask him if he liked barbie dolls to now a full grown woman. He could not deny she was attractive but in her eyes he had and forever would be like an uncle, a friend of her father’s, and someone to rely on when family was so far away.
Pushing her fingers down over the pleats of her skirt in idle worry Allison was barely paying attention to the man she had woken up. The twist of guilt from having to come to him to began playing havoc on her ability to speak up and explain the issue. But the longer she sat there playing the night’s events over in her mind the harder it was to hold back the fat, heavy tears spilling from her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I’m a mess… I should go,” she began to stammer already rising from the sofa.
“No. Sit down.”
The stern voice momentarily interjected the soft and light-hearted tone took her by enough surprise that she sat back in her seat and ceased her protests completely. Rubbing the back of her hand against her cheeks to push the tears away the words just finally began to spill out her lips.
“I broke up with Andy today,” she whispered timidly, each sentence a chore to verbalize, “I don’t even know why I did it really.” With a long pause Allison swallowed the lump in her throat fighting back the tears. Her hands clenched against her thighs as her words began to flow faster over her lips echoing the growing anguish in her frantic emotions seething with self-hate. “He said he loves me. Loves me. What do I do? I dump him the day after his birthday. He’s such a sweet guy, so very nice to me. He calls me every day to ask how I’m feeling, he buys me flowers every week and leaves pretty notes under my pillow. Then I have to be the callous bitch to throw it all back in his face.”
“You got scared.”
“No, it’s not that, I just didn’t want to lead him on if he really felt that way because I don’t. I mean I like him, a lot, and I want him to be happy I just don’t love him.”
Allison’s eyes closed a moment as she felt the stabbing ache in her chest, guilt gnawing away at her. The memories of all the thoughtful and caring things her boyfriend had done for her rolled through her mind met only with the jaded indifference of a woman who was going through the motions of being a girlfriend never making emotional strides to connect with him. Andy was a wonderful man. She felt as though she should have been happy with him and yet instead of accepting his love and returning it ten fold she’d walked out on dinner and told him she never wanted to see him again. The hurt look on his face, the desolate expression as though she had just run over the man’s puppy haunted her.
“Did he ask you if you loved him back?”
“No, but.. okay I got scared. I know, I threw it all back in his face all the nice things he did for me. I’m the lowest of the low, the most despicable person on the planet,” her voice breaking on the verge of tears again tearing herself up for the pain she had given a person she had spent the past few months caring about.
Matthew finished the cup of hot chocolate and brought it to her, and offered the mug that she gratefully took from his fingers before she allowed him to sit down beside her. His warm, solid arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders giving her half a hug while she cradled the drink between her fingertips.
“You’re not a horrible person. You’re sweet, beautiful, intelligent, kind,” he softly whispered, as he stroked her shoulder innocently with one hand in an attempt to calm the frantic girl. A small portion of a deep seeded thought formed in his mind almost glad for the breakup in spite of her obvious distress. He knew better. He knew that social grace would never allow her to see him as more than the strong arm to lean against.
For a brief moment as the cup warmed her hands she felt the swell of gratitude. This was not the first time she had bothered Matthew in the dead of night with her personal problems and he would always offer her a warm cup of chocolate and a shoulder to cry on. With a wry smile she recalled the first time she ever flunked an exam during her freshman year of college and thought for certain she was going to become a dropout nobody. He was the strong pair of hands that helped her move into her apartment, the steady voice of reason when her youthful emotions got the better of her and there was no one in the world she felt she could trust. Yet listening to him speak kind words about her only made her reject such nice things. There was no plausible way that any woman who could be so cruel to a man like Andy could deserve such praise.
“I am, I’m rotten and naughty. I just… I hurt so much on the inside right now, and I want to hurt just as badly on the outside. I want to be punished for what I did to him, I want to feel twice as bad for breaking his heart.” The words left her lips in a stoic monotony as though delivering a biology lecture. From the depths of Allison’s guilty sorrow she knew that his praise would only deepen her despair.
Confusion struck Matthew at her words, his hands pausing as she would toy with the chocolate in her fingertips. “What do you mean?” he asked quietly.
“I want you to hurt me.”
Taken aback by her confession his hands pulled off her shoulders entirely, staring down at the short blond in shock. It was not the sort of demand he would ever expect to hear from anyone let alone this innocent damsel. “Honey, sweetie, I’ll help you in any way I can you know that. Name it and it’s yours but you don’t really mean you want me to what–slap you?”
Her face lit up a brilliant shade of pink as she immediately leant forward to set the cup of hot liquid down on the coffee table. “No, yes, maybe… it’s fine, nevermind. I just wanted a distraction, something to help me not think. I just… I just think I feel like I did something so terrible and I deserve to be punished.”
How very naive the sweet girl seemed unknowing of the buttons her very words pushed in the older male. The fantasies that brewed cast her in an entirely different light than the fragile girl that needed to be coddled and protested from the world. Immediately blood began to flow through his body in a direction he did not wish it to go. “I do not think you understand what you’re asking for, Allison.”
“Yes I do,” she said as she turned her eyes upon him. Her body seemed calm and collected, her face steady, lips unwavering as though a calm had come to her storm, “I don’t want to be a nice girl tonight. Nice girls don’t dump the boyfriends that love them. I want to be punished, I want you to hurt me. I want you to do everything possible to make me forget. Slap me, use me, fuck me if you want… please just help me not feel. Please? I need this.”
His eyes darkened with the touch of a dark and sinister want as her words struck a cord deep within him that only in his wildest dreams did he ever expect to hear such raunchy ideas coming from her. She was sweet, innocent, a child in so many ways that had barely begun to know what the concept of love really meant. He was the grown adult, the man who was not so mentally distraught to accept her throwing herself at his feet no matter how great a temptation it was. “Sweetie you don’t mean it, you’re just sad right now. In the morning you would regret it.”
“I don’t care! Please! Do this for me, please, I don’t trust anyone else. I need this,” she whined.
“No, now drink your hot chocolate.”
In her irritation and anguish, Allison reached out to grab the cup of hot chocolate in one hand as she rose to her feet. She brandished the liquid in frustration, not thinking clearly as she threw the vessel on the floor. The cup cracked and spilled the dark liquid across the carpet. “I’m not a little kid! I’m not a child that can be coddled with a hug and little hot chocolate! Stop treating me like some teenage girl, I’m a grown woman!”
Anger flared as the incredulous brat threw away the token of compassion he had brought her. She dared to raise her voice against a man who had been nothing but patient with her. If given a moment to pause and think he may have recognized her outburst as another cry for attention, but the temptation within him was too great as something dark slid into place. Rising to his feet his hand snatched out, slipping into the girl’s hair to jerk her head back and force her to look at him. “Grown woman? You’re hardly behaving like one. I think you’re behaving more like a spoiled brat who just ruined my carpet.”
“I… I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking…” she whimpered. Her face melted from the incredulous insistence deprecating her self worth to the fear tracing her visage when she actually was presented with a face of anger. Immediately moods shifted in Allison as she reached up to touch the wrist belonging to the hand that held her hair, and gently prodded for him to release her, “I’m sorry, I’ll pay for it… please?”
“Oh yes, you will.”
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