Chapter 6: Aftermath
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the scattered remnants of last night's impromptu rendezvous. I looked over my fucked up apartment, last night's clothes were ripped and torn, the mussed sheets, and the faint scent of Reggie still lingering in the air. I felt a strange mix of exhilaration and unease, I was still buzzing with the memory last night, I questioned myself as to what exactly I was jumping head first into.
I hobbled to the bathroom, my poor cervix bore the brunt of the rough sex and I needed to take a look over if last night's romp left any visible marks.
My long, black hair was a wild mess, my mascara from last night's years made me look like a damn raccoon. I splashed some water on my face, trying to wash away the remnants of last night, but it was no use. I could still feel Reggie's hands on me body, his mouth on mine, his cock buried deep inside me.
I spotted the towel I used to wipe Reggie's spent cum and inhaled the pungent scent, his cum was my reward and it was more a special reward if he unloaded inside me. I turned my attention to the bruises and teeth marks all over me, it would be a baggy t-shirt and Mom jeans today, I don't think I could handle any of the normal butt pinching at work today.
I looked at the empty bed where I thought Reggie would be that morning, but he left home to wake up to his wife. On the night stand was the Morning After Pill I was to take, I couldn't very well get pregnant and Reggie would be deported back to the USA if his wife divorced him. I was the other woman, I had no say in my future with Reggie.
I was just a fuck toy for him to use when he was horny. I felt used, but I couldn't deny the pleasure he had given me. I was addicted to his cock, and I knew I would keep seeing him, even if it meant risking my heart.
I took the pill and went about my morning routine, trying to push thoughts of Reggie out of my mind. I had work to do, and I couldn't afford to be distracted by a man, no matter how good he was in bed.
As I walked into the bar, I could feel the weight of the past few days settling on my shoulders.
The familiar hum of the bar was comforting, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had taken root in my stomach. I clocked in and made my way behind the bar, trying to push thoughts of Reggie and our heated encounters to the back of my mind.
The night started off slow, but as the hours ticked by, the bar began to fill up. I was in the zone, pouring drinks and chatting with regulars, Reggie still hadn't shown, he was hours late. His house was a full 20 minute drive from work, I made an excuse and called a taxi. My heart sank as I went through the possibilities of his absence.
Had something happened to him? Was he okay? I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was growing in the pit of my stomach.
The taxi pulled up to road that led to Reggie's house, I felt my soul leave my body as it was filled with police cars, and the ambulance. I begged the driver to pull to the side of the road so I could see what was happening.
After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Reggie's wife, Linda, in handcuffs, being escorted to the back of a police car. My worst fears were answered as the paramedics brought out a gurney with a body. It was covered but Reggie and Linda lived alone and it couldn't be anyone else.
I watched as they loaded the stretcher into the ambulance, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't breathe, the world around me spinning as I tried to process what was happening.
The taxi driver looked at me through the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face. "Miss, are you alright? Do you know them?"
I nodded, words failing me as I fumbled for my phone. I dialed Reggie's number, my hands shaking as I held the phone to my ear. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. I hung up and tried again, with the same result.
It was obvious, Linda had discovered us and wanted revenge. I returned back to the bar and waited for the Police, any minute now, they would discover the photos and video of my affair with Reggie but nothing. I spent the night staring at the door, waiting for the Police to knock but nothing. I slept only minutes that night, and I looked the part as I returned to work for the day.
I stood in front of the coffee machine, waiting for the first batch to finish, fighting a yawn, I heard the door behind me open, it was Officer Duffy arriving to fill his coffee thermos for his morning shift. From behind me, my Uncle Barry entered the bar and greeted Barry. They quietly exchanged pleasantries as I filled Duffy's thermos with steaming hot coffee and added his creamer and 8 sugars. I handed the thermos back to Duffy and in my Uncles hand was a box sealed with Police tape.
"Alice, I love you like a daughter, and you are as free as your spirit, don't be chained to your mistakes, please take this down to the furnace room." and quietly went up the stairs and into the office.
I stood there, tears welling up as shame overcome me.
"It wasn't you, Alice." Officer Duffy consoled me, "There was another woman, Reggie knocked her up, came knocking at the door and Linda answered. Don't worry, Linda won't spend a night in jail, crime of passion, plus, he was an American, cocky little prick no one liked.
But yeah, we still found those in his darkroom. Uh, if it's any comfort, not a single guy on the Force watched the video, we wanted to." Office Duffy chuckled.
"But I swear, everything we found is in that box." Officer Duffy stood and turned towards the door. "My son, he's taken to you, but he's stupid shy around beautiful women, if I could give you his number, maybe?
I was too much in shock, I barely mustered a smile and nodded and I watched Officer Duffy leave. I stared at the door to the furnace room, and felt a life decision in front of me.
I could walk away now, forget Reggie, forget the photos, forget the video. I could pretend none of it ever happened. Or I could face it, take control, and make it part of my story.
I grabbed the box and made my way down the creaky stairs, the fluorescent lights flickering to life as I entered the damp, concrete room. I set the box down on the old wooden table and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was inside.
As I peeled back the tape, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I flipped through each photo, seeing myself naked, nude and lewd. These would be fond memories to keep forever of my first lover and...
WHAT THE FUCK!!!
I saw pictures of other women, many of them getting fucked by Reggie.
In a single motion, I threw everything into the fire, hoping Reggie was feeling that same heat, where ever his soul was. I would keep the identity of the man who took my virginity a secret forever.
But I also knew that I couldn't let this experience define me. I was more than just a conquest, more than just a pretty face and a tight body. I was Alice, an Anishinaabe woman with a story to tell.
I spent the next few days holed up in my apartment, processing everything that had happened. I cried, I raged, I mourned the loss of my innocence and the betrayal of Reggie's infidelity. But eventually, I came to a realization. I couldn't change the past, but I could shape my future.
I decided to take control of my narrative. This was an early life lesson, a trap to watch for the next time, and maybe, listen to my heart because I may have been fucked silly, made cock stupor, but lovemaking, I was still a virgin to that.
I deserved to be loved, and I would find it.
I sat at my laptop, the cursor blinking at me, daring me to put my thoughts into words. I took a deep breath and started typing.
*Hi, I'm Alice. I'm 25, Anishinaabe, and I just found out that the man who took my virginity was a cheating bastard. But you know what? I am still writing my first Chapter.