Disclaimer: Same as before applies
Chapter 2
Kay stood under the hot spray of the shower. Scrubbing and washing away the grime of memories that flooded her mind. She hoped that the scalding water would clear her thoughts.
The loud knocks on the door had ceased soon after the shower had been turned on, but she knew they were still there waiting. They would spring the moment she stepped out and she didn't want that.
Truthfully she would rather be home wrapped in the comforter on her bed. Taking in the spice of Michael's cologne and imagining the nights spent whispering secrets and making love.
Kay silently turned off the water knowing that it couldn't wash away the wonderful memories she had. Wrapping in a towel, Kay carefully opened the door. Scanning the hall and finding no one her feet padded silently on the carpet towards her room.
She closed the door behind her and turned leaning against it. Quickly she put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, ignoring her hair and makeup all together. There was no one there who really mattered.
She stealthily made her way down the stairs and out the front door. She had to see him, had to be there at the freshly dug grave.
When she reached the cemetery she made her way for the tombstone. Michael Carlson, loving husband. Kay read over the words bitterly. No longer was he her loving husband, but a corpse who lay dead in the ground. Kay let the tears wash down her face before whispering goodbye and making her way towards town.
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Kay closed her eyes as the people gathered around her. Since the moment she had stepped in the door her family had been asking her a stream of questions that never seemed to end. She wanted to scream and throw her hands in the air, to tell everyone she was alright and just leave her alone, but she couldn't because they would all swarm her even more.
Kay let herself be led to the couch where she sat silently, waiting for everyone to voice his or her concerns, "Why did you leave without telling us Kay?" Grace asked an edge of disappointment in her voice.
Charity's look of disgust came close to throwing Kay of the edge. What right had Charity to look like that? Had she felt pain? She knew that everyone would bring up her mother's death, but that couldn't be anywhere near losing her true beloved.
Kay leaned her head back and closed her eyes feigning sleep. If everyone believed that she was resting they would leave her alone. Slowly the room became silent as each person exited. Kay pretended for a few more minutes and then cracked her eyes open. She quickly shut them as she caught sight of Miguel.
She wanted to curse and scream. Couldn't he leave her alone? He had been a constant thorn in her side for many years.
"I know you're awake," he said firmly, "there's no point in pretending with me. I've known you for to long."
Kay opened her eyes fully and glared at him. Too much hurt had come from him. To many scars had been left on her soul because of his thoughtlessness. She wanted nothing, but her peace to live alone. She wanted nothing, but to remain a spinster for she could never betray Michael in that way.
Kay stood and moved for the stairs, turning to say only one word, "Leave." Glass could have shattered and wood splintered from the hate in that one command.
Miguel stood and moved toward her, grabbing her arm. "You can't get rid of me that simply." he said his voice gruff with emotion.
Kay took her chance to run up the stairs when Charity's voice echoed through the house, "Miguel, where are you."
Charity entered the room just as Kay reached the top of the stairs. "Where is Kay?" Charity asked holding out a cup of coffee, "Her mother wanted me to give this to her."
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Kay sat along the wall, her ear pressed to it hoping to catch the arguement on the other side. She felt like a teenager again, plotting and planning to win Miguel's heart. This time though it was not Miguel proclaiming his love for Charity, but the whip of Charity proclaiming her distrust of Miguel with Kay in the house.
As Charity so lovingly put it, "I know why she's here Miguel. She wants you back, the kiss this morning, everything has been leading up to this. Don't you remember the pain she put us through? I won't let her do this to us again. She's a low life slut who could care less if her husband is dead."
Those words had stung. It felt as if Charity had poured salt on Kay's open wounds. If Charity had only known how much she had and still loved Michael she would have wished herself in hell.
As Kay sat thinking about these things she hadn't noticed the silence from the other side of the wall. Kay jumped as the door was flung open. On the other side stood Charity her hair flying around her head and her eyes looking Satanic.
The words she spoke sent chills up her spine, "So Kay, are you back to your old ways already?"
Kay sat on the floor staring back at Charity. She couldn't believe the demon that was looking at her. Charity normally seemed so composed, but obviously a lot had changed in the past three years.
"So Kay what were you doing?" Charity asked again, "Testing the wall for termites?"
Kay began to respond, but Charity broke through, "God Kay, I thought you would have grown out of your little obsession. Miguel is mine and you can't have him."
Kay let Charity finish her temper tantrum and then began to speak. "I don't want your boyfriend Charity, in fact I don't see why you would want him either." Kay glanced up to see Miguel behind Charity his face contorted as if Kay had just stabbed him.
Kay's voice became louder until she was screaming, "I want to be gone Charity, I want to wake up right now in bed with Michael, I want him to promise that this is nothing but a nightmare and rock me back to sleep. Most of all I want you and Miguel out of my life." Kay hit a high note with this last word and then collapsed against the wall.
She heard the steps of other people running up the stairs and looked up to see the rage in her mother's face and the concern in her sister and father's eyes.
Kay's eyes returned to the rage the was apparent on her mother's face and her voice became childish, "Mommy, why can't you just love me." Kay turned her face hating the begging tone it took.
"Please," she said more calmly, "please just leave me alone." Kay heard the door softly shut and then whispered a final plea, "I just want to be loved, it's not that much to ask."
"You're right it isn't." Jessica said kneeling beside her sister. Kay glanced up into the sorrowful eyes surprised that anyone was still in the room.
"Wanna talk about it Kay?"
Chapter 2
Kay stood under the hot spray of the shower. Scrubbing and washing away the grime of memories that flooded her mind. She hoped that the scalding water would clear her thoughts.
The loud knocks on the door had ceased soon after the shower had been turned on, but she knew they were still there waiting. They would spring the moment she stepped out and she didn't want that.
Truthfully she would rather be home wrapped in the comforter on her bed. Taking in the spice of Michael's cologne and imagining the nights spent whispering secrets and making love.
Kay silently turned off the water knowing that it couldn't wash away the wonderful memories she had. Wrapping in a towel, Kay carefully opened the door. Scanning the hall and finding no one her feet padded silently on the carpet towards her room.
She closed the door behind her and turned leaning against it. Quickly she put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, ignoring her hair and makeup all together. There was no one there who really mattered.
She stealthily made her way down the stairs and out the front door. She had to see him, had to be there at the freshly dug grave.
When she reached the cemetery she made her way for the tombstone. Michael Carlson, loving husband. Kay read over the words bitterly. No longer was he her loving husband, but a corpse who lay dead in the ground. Kay let the tears wash down her face before whispering goodbye and making her way towards town.
~~~~~
Kay closed her eyes as the people gathered around her. Since the moment she had stepped in the door her family had been asking her a stream of questions that never seemed to end. She wanted to scream and throw her hands in the air, to tell everyone she was alright and just leave her alone, but she couldn't because they would all swarm her even more.
Kay let herself be led to the couch where she sat silently, waiting for everyone to voice his or her concerns, "Why did you leave without telling us Kay?" Grace asked an edge of disappointment in her voice.
Charity's look of disgust came close to throwing Kay of the edge. What right had Charity to look like that? Had she felt pain? She knew that everyone would bring up her mother's death, but that couldn't be anywhere near losing her true beloved.
Kay leaned her head back and closed her eyes feigning sleep. If everyone believed that she was resting they would leave her alone. Slowly the room became silent as each person exited. Kay pretended for a few more minutes and then cracked her eyes open. She quickly shut them as she caught sight of Miguel.
She wanted to curse and scream. Couldn't he leave her alone? He had been a constant thorn in her side for many years.
"I know you're awake," he said firmly, "there's no point in pretending with me. I've known you for to long."
Kay opened her eyes fully and glared at him. Too much hurt had come from him. To many scars had been left on her soul because of his thoughtlessness. She wanted nothing, but her peace to live alone. She wanted nothing, but to remain a spinster for she could never betray Michael in that way.
Kay stood and moved for the stairs, turning to say only one word, "Leave." Glass could have shattered and wood splintered from the hate in that one command.
Miguel stood and moved toward her, grabbing her arm. "You can't get rid of me that simply." he said his voice gruff with emotion.
Kay took her chance to run up the stairs when Charity's voice echoed through the house, "Miguel, where are you."
Charity entered the room just as Kay reached the top of the stairs. "Where is Kay?" Charity asked holding out a cup of coffee, "Her mother wanted me to give this to her."
~~~~~
Kay sat along the wall, her ear pressed to it hoping to catch the arguement on the other side. She felt like a teenager again, plotting and planning to win Miguel's heart. This time though it was not Miguel proclaiming his love for Charity, but the whip of Charity proclaiming her distrust of Miguel with Kay in the house.
As Charity so lovingly put it, "I know why she's here Miguel. She wants you back, the kiss this morning, everything has been leading up to this. Don't you remember the pain she put us through? I won't let her do this to us again. She's a low life slut who could care less if her husband is dead."
Those words had stung. It felt as if Charity had poured salt on Kay's open wounds. If Charity had only known how much she had and still loved Michael she would have wished herself in hell.
As Kay sat thinking about these things she hadn't noticed the silence from the other side of the wall. Kay jumped as the door was flung open. On the other side stood Charity her hair flying around her head and her eyes looking Satanic.
The words she spoke sent chills up her spine, "So Kay, are you back to your old ways already?"
Kay sat on the floor staring back at Charity. She couldn't believe the demon that was looking at her. Charity normally seemed so composed, but obviously a lot had changed in the past three years.
"So Kay what were you doing?" Charity asked again, "Testing the wall for termites?"
Kay began to respond, but Charity broke through, "God Kay, I thought you would have grown out of your little obsession. Miguel is mine and you can't have him."
Kay let Charity finish her temper tantrum and then began to speak. "I don't want your boyfriend Charity, in fact I don't see why you would want him either." Kay glanced up to see Miguel behind Charity his face contorted as if Kay had just stabbed him.
Kay's voice became louder until she was screaming, "I want to be gone Charity, I want to wake up right now in bed with Michael, I want him to promise that this is nothing but a nightmare and rock me back to sleep. Most of all I want you and Miguel out of my life." Kay hit a high note with this last word and then collapsed against the wall.
She heard the steps of other people running up the stairs and looked up to see the rage in her mother's face and the concern in her sister and father's eyes.
Kay's eyes returned to the rage the was apparent on her mother's face and her voice became childish, "Mommy, why can't you just love me." Kay turned her face hating the begging tone it took.
"Please," she said more calmly, "please just leave me alone." Kay heard the door softly shut and then whispered a final plea, "I just want to be loved, it's not that much to ask."
"You're right it isn't." Jessica said kneeling beside her sister. Kay glanced up into the sorrowful eyes surprised that anyone was still in the room.
"Wanna talk about it Kay?"