EroticReverie

Kase ….another four months later 

I’m sitting outside a coffee shop with a girl my sister set me up with. It was our third date. Things were going well enough. She’s nice, she’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s funny. She’s perfect. But she’s not Emmy. 

I was hoping Emmy would come back to me. Reach out. Visit another gallery showing. Somehow let me see her again. Miss me enough to fucking choose me. 

I wasn’t lying when I said I knew what I deserved. Which meant I wouldn’t chase after a woman that didn’t want to be caught. No matter how bad I wanted to make her see that I could give her everything. She knew I could. But I also knew why she wouldn’t choose me. She was scared. Of him. Of why he’d do. Not just to her. But to me. 

My eyes lift as a sleek silver car with blacked out windows pulls up along the curb across the street at one of the boutiques. 

My heart stops and I feel like I’m being asphyxiated. Because the most beautiful girl in the world steps out. Except it’s not her. It’s a different version of her. I want to cry. I want to fucking bang my hands on this table and fucking scream. What the fuck has he done to her? 

Her hair is red and long , down to her ass in loose waves. She wears a tight red blouse and small pencil skirt and red bottom heels. 

Her chest is obscene. Her body…where the fuck was it? She was so fucking thin. So unhealthy looking and the tits she had looks like it was all she could do to hold herself up. She let him fucking ruin her. She wasn’t Emmy. That.  Was. Not. Emmy. 

“Kase?” my date says as I just stare at Emmy as she walks around the car and into the boutique. My date turning to look as I watch Emmys tiny waist , too fucking tiny. Her legs are like fucking sticks. her arms so fucking thin it’s scary. Her neck too fucking small. Everything too small too unhealthy and I fight back tears. 

“Do you know her?” My date asks. 

“Kase?” She asks as I just stare at the front of the shop where Emmys small frame moves behind the glass and into the store. 

“What’s wrong?” Kennedy asks as she reaches over and grabs my hand and I realize. I’m crying. I have tears not just in my eyes, but sliding down my cheeks. What the fuck has he done to her? 

Forget about her. No. My brain argues with itself. Because I can’t forget her. I haven’t. And seeing her…like that. I can’t walk away. He was destroying her. Has been. Still is. And will till he fucking kills her. 

“Listen I…I need to go. I’m sorry.” I say as I stand and take out several bills and set them on the table. 

“Oh..okay, what’s going on?” She asks as I stuff my wallet back into back pocket and grab my phone and put it in the other pocket. The. Grab my keys. 

“I’m sorry. this was never going to work. And it’s my fault. I’m so sorry.” I say as she gapes at me but I’m already moving and not even checking traffic. Jumping when I’m nearly hit by a car and honked and yelled at. I hold up my hand in apology and check the other side of the street and jog to the front of the store. 

When I open the door I’m greeted by a saleswoman who asks if she can help me find anything. I just shake my head as I look at the red hair across the store , her back to me as she looks at a display of shoes. 

“No thank you” I say and make my way over. 

I stop a few feet behind her. Looking at her neck. My nostrils glaring at the shadow of an old bruise fading on her neck. 

“What did he do to you?” I ask. Watching her body tense. Slowly she turns around and tears pour and I shake my head. Because her lips. Fuck. The lips I loved were now fat oversized pillows that made her look like a blow up doll. Overdone. Over plumped. They looked fucking painful. Like the skin on them was too tight. Like whatever she fucking injected into them was going to burst out. Her nose. God her fucking nose. The little bump I always studied while staring at her profile in class when I. Highschool, is gone. The line is smooth and her nose is pert and I want to fucking scream. 

Her lashes lift as her eyes widen and she sucks in a breath. He took her from me. Took everything I loved about her and changed her into something else entirely. Those lips I kissed were gone. Those lips that I’d waited year to taste and feel, having them only once before. Now they were gone. It was someone else’s mouth. Not Emmy’s. Her nose. Her perfect fucking nose was now a replica of every rich woman’s nose in the city. 

“What did you let him do to you?” I ask and I realize it’s a rude question. But fuck. What the fuck? She’d been a work of art. And he’d fucking trashed it. He’d taken everything that made her beautiful and changed it. Stole the curves of her body and made her a fucking skeleton. Took her soft breasts and shrunk them by making her starve herself only to inflate them with the unnatural round globes that were now on her chest. He took away her hips, took away her thighs, too fucking everything. The girl I always had a crush on was gone. He stole all of her from me. 

“You can’t be here. You need to leave.” She whispers. I hate it. I hate the way she speaks to me and the way her fucking mouth moves now that it’s gone and replaced with injections or silicone. Replaced with fat lips that are too fucking big. 

I look at her eyes. Her blue contacts that she still wears. Except now they’re green. Not brown. Not the brown I know is underneath  them.

“You let him do this to you?” I say biting back the tears and my jaw clenching and I shake my head. This can’t be real. She can’t be gone. I’ll never fucking see that nose again. Never see her mouth be as perfect as it was before. Never see how fucking beautiful she was ever again. Yet somehow , even with all the fucking horrors he’s done to her body and face, she’s still Emmy.and I can’t deny that this is still the woman I made love to. One time. One night. Months ago. 

“Leave Kase” she whispers. 

“Leave before he-“

Her eyes dart up and they widen and she steps back and I shake my head. 

“Who’s this?” A male voice asks and I already know it’s him. 

I don’t look at him. I just look at her. She gives me a subtle shake of her head , her eyes pleading with me not to make scene. Not to say a word to him or show my disgust for him. 

He moves around me and stands beside her. His hand lifts to the back of her neck. It squeezes. She stiffens. 

“Who is this?” He asks again and I grit my teeth as I watch his hand give her warning to answer him. He thinks it’s casual. But I know it’s not. 

“Henry, this is Kase, I went to highschool with him.” She says and stutters slightly. 

“It’s been so long” she laughs. Playing her part perfectly. 

“Oh. Hm.” He says and is looking at me but I can’t fucking stop looking at her. Hating this new version of her, hating that she chose this, over me. 

“I’m her husband. Henry Pritchett.” He says and reaches out his hand and I look at it. To her. To him. 

Silence. Henry laughs. Taking his hand back. 

“Well. I’m sure it’s great to see an old friend.” He says and then slides his hand from her neck and down her back and around her and pulls her closer. 

“Yes. It was. It was great seeing you Kase. Take care.” She says and then pats her tormentors chest and lift her chin to him with a smile. 

“I think we should get going , we don’t want to miss our appointment.” She says and he smiles. 

“We’re trying for a baby.” Henry says and rage fills every fucking part of me. 

I look at Emmy. I shake my head. 

“Congratulations.” I say. Emmy swallows and blinks. 

“Yes well, I think it’s about time we go.” Henry says and gives her a pat on the ass. 

“So good to see you Kase” she says softly with a nod and slips her arm around his and Henry hums and starts to walk and she turns her head slightly as she walks past. Her eyes on mine. She dips her head. Turns it forward. And walks out of my life.  Again.