Ohhh kay! Work with me. This is just an idea. Was just running my brain juices for a while and came up with this. I am not sure if I am going to make this a whole multi chapter thing, but hey, could happen. Not going to give away my intended plot, but read it and see if you can catch it! I own nothing except the idea and my OC. So don't sue me. That wouldn't be very nice. Anyways, enjoy! Don't forget to leave a review!
AN: updated! Going to redo the whole thing!
Once Upon A So Called Memory
Its been roughly a month since I moved away from inner city Las Vegas, and into this little splotch of houses that I got for a good price out in the desert. After having a very bad fallout with my ex husband David and moving out on him without a warning, the woman who sold me the house sympathized with me. Her name was Jane Brewster. She was very nice, a bit snoopy but kind none the less. She was kind enough to bash my ex David, with me. She said she knew the feeling of trying to stand alone as a parent, her own husband ran away long ago. Shitty deal. After the first few days, Jane was one of the greatest friends I've ever had. We had a lot in common. She and I both had a kid. Hers was a teen, and mine was just recently four years old. Oddly enough, they were both named Charley. Spelled the same way too. My ex and I were going through custody battle. Fucking retarded shit that is, just adds more drama to the mix. Right now my Charley was staying with David as I was settling down into my new house. David was so sure that I would loose the hearing. Over my dead body.
Today was a bleak day. Cloudy and miserable out, raining for most of it. Just as I was feeling. But at least my sister Holly was visiting this evening. She was helping me through this rough time. She loved to bash David, and I don't blame her. He was a total cocksucker.
"I really hope you get custody of Charley. He doesn't need to be around David! At all. Really Chaynne, he is a total asshole! Leaves a drop dead sexy mama like you for an ugly ass blond bitch, is not ok in any universe." Holly said as she sipped her coffee, I could understand her hatred towards him. I hated him even more then she did.
"I know, but he is Charley's father," I said hesitantly. "He does, well, he does have a right to see him and all. But yes, Holly, David can suck a donkey for all I care. A week old rotted goat." I said rolling my eyes as I got up to make myself another cup of coffee. Coffee at 9:30 in the evening probably isn't a good idea, but right now I needed some kind of burst of energy. "But can we change the subject please? I don't want to go to bed with thoughts of David you know."
Holly took the hint and changed the subject. She talked about the new guy in her life. James, or something like that and from what she said he was a great fellow. But I stopped listening as I looked up and out the window. The dark sky was clear of clouds now, there was no wind so maybe it was nicer out now. I looked at the street again. What I saw was strange.
A new guy down the block was pouring what I think was concrete into a big green bin. He was pale but very handsome from this distance. Something in the back of my mind started digging around, I don't know why but I felt as though I seen him before. I could only think of Charley then, but I ignored it and turned to Holly as she was calling for my attention.
"Holy, space out much?" She said with a laugh. I smirked and shook my head. "Sorry, just have a lot on my mind."
"Ah, don't worry about it sis, things will get better in your life soon enough. So when is the custody hearing again?" She asked as she came towards me with an empty cup. I took it as I sighed deeply.
"This Friday. Do you think you can still make it if your not working? I could use the support." I asked hopeful that she would. She gave me a big hearty hug.
"Of course. I'll be your back bone since you don't have one. Will you ever get one?" She said playfully. I scoffed and looked at her.
"Well thanks for the vote of confidence." I said as I set the cups down in the sink and shut off the coffee machine. I looked up again and the man wasn't outside, damn. I turned to Holly as she gathered her things and gave me another hug.
"I glad you came over, made my day better."
She nodded and we moved towards the front door as I walked her to her vehicle. As we got outside and slowly made our way to her car, she continued to bash David. I paid little attention, I didn't think that bashing people was a nice thing to do. Even if the person was a complete waste of space, was just a cunty thing to do. I glanced up towards the green bin again and saw the guy outside again. I swear to god he was so familiar.
"Helloooooo? Chaynne?" She shook me lightly by the shoulder. "Your spacing out again."
"Huh? Oh sorry...I was just thinking if I knew him or not. He looks really familiar." I said as I glanced back at the pale fleshed man.
"Oh really?" She looked at him too. "Mmmm. Dreamy, looks single too." She said in a coy voice.
"Do you ever have an off switch? Really! Its always about the penis with you isn't it." I said raising an eyebrow. She only batted her eyelashes at me.
"Why, Chaynne, I really don't know what you mean." She said with a giggle. I shook my head and laughed. "And besides, I didn't mean for me either."
Her last words went unheard as I watch looking a the retreating figure disappear into his house again with a wheelbarrel. He kept talking as I thought back on that face. Something triggered my mind that I did in fact know him for a very short time. From years ago. The pale skin, the dark hair, then I gasped as he came out again after a few minutes. Holly paused midstep into her car.
"What?" She asked suddenly. "You ok?"
"Oh my god..."
"Oh my god what?" She asked looking at me weirdly. She glanced to where I was looking. I pushed my long dark hair behind my ears as I took a deep breath and looked at her. My face flushed as I gripped the bottom of my shirt tightly.
"Remember, when I told you about that incredible one night stand I had about four years and some months ago, before I was pregnant with Charley, the night of my 21st birthday?" I asked quickly and glanced at the ground nervously. " That I had a one night stand with a sex god named Jared or something? I think that, that guy over there is him!" I said carefully as I looked towards the man again. Oddly, he turned his head towards us right after I said that, stopping what he was doing. Holly and I turned away just as he looked. Gasping, Holly nearly squealed.
"OH MY GOD! NO WAY!" She nearly shouted as she looked back, but he was gone. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. She giggled and shook my arm. "Fate as stepped in!"
"Shut up! And no it hasn't! I going inside now." I said feeling completely awkward as he came outside, I felt him watching me and Holly. After we said our goodbyes, she got in her dark blue car and pulled away. I stood in the driveway as we waved once more. I glanced at the man, but he was back to doing what ever he was doing. I sighed as I went inside.
"What a turn of events." I said to myself. I went to the kitchen quickly and pulled out a small glass and my bottle of whiskey. Pouring myself a double shot, I stood at the counter thinking back on that night. Remembering just fragments. Strange that I didn't remember this. I hardly had anything to drink that night, but yet the memory was pretty much gone. All I could remember was going to the club with Holly and a few others, dancing, meeting him, leaving, the incredible sex, that he was incredible, and that his name started with a J. I didn't even remember what happened during that night after the sex! He had a simple name too. Jareth? Jamie? James? Jorden? UGH! What was his name?
I took a sip of the drink and turned as my phone started to ring. I groaned as I searched my pockets for the damn thing. Groaning again because David was calling. I sighed deeply, not wanting to talk to him.
"Hello?" I said sweetly as I answered.
"Someone wants to say good night." Was his cold reply. My heart skipped as I heard Charley's little voice come into my ear.
"Mommy!"
"Hey sweetie! How are you? Did you have a good day with daddy?"
"Uh, yeah!" His little voice replied quickly. "I have to sleep now mommy. I don't want to, do I have too?"
I smiled as I cradled the phone close to my ear. I closed my eyes trying hard not to cry again.
"Yes, you have too. It's really late and you need to sleep. That's wonderful you had a good day, I am happy if you are. I love you very much, and I'll see you on Friday ok baby? Sweet dreams and have wonderful dreams. I love you forever and ever."
"I love you my mommy." Was his reply. I covered my eyes as I dropped my head. Fighting back the tears. My heart hurt again being away from Charley.
Sighing deeply after I hung up and threw the phone into the living room in anger. After the day I had, his voice was something I needed but it wasn't enough. Groaning to myself as I stood up and turned on my stereo, letting the heavy rock music boom loud enough for me to hear it as I went outside to sit on my front steps. Enjoying the perfectly warm but cool evening. Again I thought back on that one night stand.
Why couldn't I remember it? I hardly ever drank, and I knew my limits. But I couldn't remember that night, it was a mystery to me. I groaned as I gave up. But I really believed that it was him. How awkward is this going to get if we had to talk face to face? Would it be a good thing or bad? As I thought about everything going on in my life, I started to space out again while I stared at the whiskey in my hand. I didn't even notice a figure walk up and reach out slowly. But as soon as I saw the pale hand I jumped.
"Holy fucking pickle fish!" I yelped, nearly dropping the glass as I exhaled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Said a dark velvety voice.
I laughed as I recovered. Felling like a fool as my face turned red. Shaking my head and sighed aloud.
"No, no. That's ok. It was my fault for not paying attention and spacing out..." I said as I glanced up a him with a slight gasp, my words fading from my mind. He had a dark smirk on his face, but he seemed amused by this. I cleared my throat and smiled back.
"So...uh, whats up?" I asked weakly as a ball formed in my stomach. It had to be him!
He looked at me quietly for a minute, as he raised a slightly dirty finger at me and tilted his head slightly.
"Chaynne, right?"
I swallowed as the lump moved to my throat. Oh shit. Oh shit. OH SHIT! FUCK FUCK FUCK!
"Yea that's me.." I said nervously as I rolled the glass between my hands. Trying not to look away from his dark eyes, my face had to be more red then a stop sign. It was him! Oh god, what was his name? J, starts with a J. Think! "Jared...right?"
A smirk spread on his face at my discomfort. "Jerry, actually. But close."
I shut my eyes then sighed, then looked at him with a 'sorry-I-forgot-your-name' face. He looked around slowly, then to the open door. There was a slight pause before he looked at me again.
"That's ok. Four years is a long time." He said slowly as I smirked in agreement. Holy shit, this was so awkward. After a moment of another long weird pause and small smiles, Jerry was about to say something before I cut him off quickly as his lips parted.
"Do you want to come inside for a drink? Ease this incredibly awkward moment? I think I need another." I said as I downed the contents in my glass. I don't know if that was a good idea or not but it might make this a little easier. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle at the idea. There was something eerie about that twinkle in his eyes. He took a step forward and smiled at me.
"Sure."
I nodded and stood up as I went through the open door and towards the kitchen. Something weird happened then. An heavy feeling filled the air as he closed the door and moved into the kitchen after me. I had to say that as weird as this was, he looked as though he did nearly 5 years ago. Only he wasn't dressed to party. Wearing a dirty white wife beater with finger smudges and a tan workmen's suit tied around his waist. Still sexy as hell.
"Okie dokie. What's your preference? I have juice, coffee, tea, water, pop or whiskey." I held my glass up and shook it lightly as I opened up my cupboard that contained the glasses. His eyes seemed to scan around for a moment, before he looked at me.
"Whiskey. If you don't mind."
I nodded and pulled out a glass and poured him a double shot, refilling my own. The Manson version of 'Sweet Dreams' started playing on the stereo.
"Sooo. What's new with you?" I asked at a bad attempt at polite conversation. I walked over to him and handed him his glass. He took it carefully, our fingers touching for a brief moment. His hands were cold! Probably because he was working with concrete and dirt.
"Thanks." He said as he took a sip. "Nothing too bad. Not really."
Jerry replied to my question a moment later as I sat at the table. I raised my eyebrow at his reply. Hm. Strange answer, maybe it was a big secret. I was about to ask another question when my phone rang again. I made a face then stood up to answer it.
"Just give me a minute." I said as he shrugged and sipped the drink.
I went into the livingroom, picking my phone up off the floor with a sigh as I answered. "Hello?"
"Hey. What are you doing?" David asked rather rudely. I sighed and spoke lowly.
"Can you call me in the morning? I have company over right now. I don't want to talk to you right this minute either." I said as calmly as I could, anger starting to build in my belly.
"This late? Who is over? That bitch sister of yours?" He remarked and I scoffed loudly.
"You know what, it's none of your fucking business who I have over. And don't you dare all Holly a bitch!" I snapped, then checking myself as Jerry glanced over with a raised brow. "I don't want to talk to you right now, so I'll call you tomorrow." I said and hung up. Let out a grown of annoyance. I turned and walked into the kitchen, Jerry was standing by the fridge looking at the picture of me and Charley.
The fine man glanced over at me and back at the picture as he pointed. "Cute kid. He yours?" He asked bluntly.
"Duh, wouldn't have it up if he wasn't." I smile and walked over to look at it too. "That is my little Charley. He just turned four years old about two months ago, he was a month premature. Can't even tell now." I said as I touched the picture lightly as I sighed.
"I really miss him. But he is with his douchbag father right now." I looked at him as he questioned with his eyes. I looked away and rubbed the back of my neck, god, I was starting to want him again. Like I did long ago. Turning my eyes back to him, catching his gaze staring hard at my neck. I blinked as I cleared my throat again. He turned his dark eyes to me as he smiled apologetically.
"Oookay. This has been a fun evening. Sort of." I said to get his eyes off my flesh. How creepy was that? The ball in my stomach started to form again as I walked towards the table. He fallowed, rather closely. Was he just sniffing me?
My heart fluttered as I thought about inviting him over was a good idea or not. I hardly knew him, I barely remember meeting him once before. This probably wasn't a good idea. I picked up my drink and swallowed the rest of the contents. Making a face at the burning sensation slid down my throat, warming me up from the inside. I turned around and Jerry was a little too close. He smirked coyly as I jumped a little. My eyes stared at his lips as I blinked, my heart skipped as he licked his lips slowly. He smelled so yummy. I licked my own lips as I slipped to the side, moving away from him towards the sink and set the empty glass down. Turning my head towards him again, catching his eyes again.
"So, I take it that the phone call was..uh, the 'doughbag'?" He asked, quoting my word exactly as I said it. I took a breath and looked away. I started on wash out the glass then nodded.
"Yea. My exhusband David. Stupid fucker. Cheated on me with one of his co-workers and blamed me. Left me for her. Now we are battling for who gets custody of Charley. And I have no idea why I am tell you all of this!" I said with a laugh. I placed the glass down a little harder then planned with a huff. I turned around as he handed me the empty glass he held, taking it I washed it out and sighed. He was standing behind me again, I had to force myself not to lean against him and plant my lips on his.
"I'm sorry. But I am going to have to wrap this up. I need some time to think about shit and other things..." I said apologizing, turning my head to the side as he moved back. He shrugged casually as I walked him to the door.
"Was nice to see you again. Really, it is. Even though it was incredibly awkward, and stuff."
He chuckled and nodded. Jerry smiled back at me as he stepped outside glancing around.
"Yea...you too Chay." He started down the steps and headed back to his place. I took a deep breath and looked down. Oh man!
"Hey Jerry?" I called after him, he paused and looked back. "Come on over anytime. We can catch up some more, if your not busy I mean. If you are, that's ok too. I mean, I'm going to stop talking now." I said as I scratched the back of my head nervously. He smirked and agreed. He walked on again and glanced over his shoulder.
"Good night Chaynne." Jerry said, I blinked questioningly as he looked away, continuing to his home.
I swear for a second his eyes were completely black! I shook my head thinking nothing more of it, maybe it was the trick of the lights. Or the whiskey. I smiled as I closed the door quickly. Boy did I have a story to tell Holly and Jane tomorrow.
I locked the door and turned off the lights as I headed upstairs. Spending as long as I could brushing my teeth and hair before I headed into bed. I lay there for a long while thinking about this sudden reunion. Yawning deeply I turned off my lamp and rolled over. Smothering myself beneath the blankets as I feel asleep. Only to dream of horrific things. Including Jerry. Jerry and his black eyes, his pale skin. And for some reason, fangs.
END! To be continued.
