"The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga
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Rick grabbed the flashlight from the glove box. Surprised to see the back of the Mortuary where the living took place completely dark. He made his way over to the driver side door to make sure Michonne was safe within his physical means to keep her that way as they walked towards the house together. The moon was full but not much else that night. It was pretty easy to surmise that there was a power outage of sorts. Each home that could be seen in the distance was losing power one by one. They headed to the door of the back of the home where they could see a candlelight flicker.
"There was a boom and the house shook. Are you and Michonne okay?" Herschel was still flickering the lighter try to get the flame to take to the wick."
"Something hit the windshield of your Truck and shattered it. Can't make out what it could have been but I guess by morning we will have a better idea. Happened soon as we parked. The pickup truck began to rocking too." Rick told Herschel.
"We can check it out in the morning for sure. No worrying about it at this hour. Mabel where did you put my radio? I would like to get some news to know what could be going on in our area."
"It's in the attic. I am not going up in the attic with no power and you will not either. We going to take our butts to bed. We got the dead waiting on us in the morning to finish the job and get em in the ground so they can be in their final resting spot. Come on now Herschel, let's go. The young folks are home safe."
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I walked Michonne to her room. I asked her if she wanted me to come in and keep her company.
"I know you are scared and I am willing to hang out with you a little longer until you fall asleep in your room."
"No. Granny Mabel is right. We have a long day tomorrow."
I handed Michonne the flashlight and she took it.
"Good night Michonne."
"Good night Rick."
She closed the door. I stood there staring at it. I didn't move from the hall. I felt an urge come over me to knock on her door and tell her that I wanted more than to have sex with her. That I thought more of her. That I was in love with her and I wanted her badly. Even though she was damaged goods. She was fucking nuts I would tell anyone that listened that she was crazier than a Bessie bug. I rested my head on her door wondering if she felt the same. Even if she felt a little bit towards me in that direction, I could wait. I would wait for it to grow to match what I desired...what I craved quietly when I am lost in thought about her.
"I fucking love you Michonne." I said outside her door.
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Rick walked me to my room that is across from his. I knew what he would ask. He wanted to come in my room. He has been asking for a while now and each time he is getting bolder with his intentions. I guess you can call it more comfortable with me that he say the craziest shit and think he has the right because he is less crazy than me. I was there when he was drunk and pissed himself.
He said it was because he saw Lori's ghost again.
"It had nothing to do with Lori. You had to piss and your ass was to lazy to go when you know damn well you had to go."
We use to get sloppy drunk together when we got passed the initial I don't like you and will never like you phase. We use to stay up till the crack of dawn and argue about if it really was Fog above the trees or clouds. Crazy shit we would talk about.
"No. Granny Mabel is right we have a long day tomorrow."
I closed my door after our good nights which was our routine. I stood by my door. My forehead rested there. I knew he was on the other side. I just knew. An urge came over me to open my door but I couldn't. I wanted more than sex with Rick. I wanted to love him.
I wanted to show him that I was ready but he was absolutely king of the Nutty world of Nuts. I think he is psychotic even though he says I am sociopath. I don't think he understands the definition because he is that too! A fucking sociopath. We were two sociopaths that had a psychotic break. He doesn't accept my diagnosis. Reminds me that I am a lawyer and not a damn doctor. I hate to talk to Rick when we start discussing who's more crazy.
"I fucking love you Rick." I said more to myself with my head still resting on my bedroom door.
I turn into my darkened room once I hear Ricks door open and closes. I make haste to take a shower before there is no more water available from the well since I didn't know how long the electric would be out.
I had the flashlight propped on the bathroom sink. I was trying to take a 3 minute shower. Wet my skin, lather and rinse when the flash light fell and I was immersed in darkness. It felt like some one was in the bathroom with me. I swung open the shower curtain but no one was there as I grabbed for my towel and quickly dried off. I threw on my long t-shirt and pulled on my panties. I felt chills down my neck and the hairs on my arm was standing on end.
In the tiny bathroom, I knew no one could possible be in there with me without me bumping into them immediately. I picked up the flashlight and slid the on and off back and forth but, it did not come back on . I pounded it in the palm of my hands and it flickered while I stood by the sink and for a moment in the mirror I could have sworn that I saw Mike looking right at me.
My heart was racing as I pounded the flashlight to stay on to only see my reflection in the mirror. I had to calm down before I hightailed it out of my room and make Rick's dreams come true by banging on his bedroom door. I had to brush my teeth.
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I took a cold shower. I dried off and pretty much did a good job maneuvering in the darkness. I opened my curtains to let the full moon in and it helped. I still stubbed my toe on the edge of the bed. That would happen at least once a week regardless of a power outage.
I began thinking about Michonne. I was hoping the cold shower would chill my thoughts about her but it didn't. I wanted Michonne in the worst way and I refuse to use my hand to get her out of my system even though I ached to do just that...I made up my mind that if I was going to nut it will be in a condom because I am giving it so good to Michonne or she wants me condom less while I am giving it so good to her... No more wasting my time. I am a patient man.
I heard a light tapping at my door as I was about to doze off.
"Rick...Rick...Can I come in?"
I quickly get up and open my door and Michonne is standing there in the darkened hallway. She smelled good. She always smelled good..
"Why?"
"I am scared. Mike is in my room. I know it. I can feel it. He was in my mirror."
"Well tell him I said hello." I was tired of Michonne only using her nightmares or her room hauntings to be her reason to jump in to bed with me. It was annoying. Last week it was the three kids that were killed on the bus that was in her room jumping on and off her bed.
I don't believe in taking anything by force by any means but Michonne and I were going to cross that line in the sand if she came in my room tonight and I wasn't going to give up easily on the idea of us becoming intimate. At least once. We kissed when were drunk and that was over a year ago. The next day I went sober and didn't look back. She sobered up too the next day.
Now that we are both sober we can at least fuck. Hell I would be okay with you show me yours and I will show you mine.
"Rick you going to let me in?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"Michonne..."
"I am scared Rick. I don't want to be alone."
"There is Eugene."
"He has a mullet and he smells bad."
"There is Tyrese."
"He would be ready to fuck for sure."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because that is what I want and if you aren't ready I would suggest you play with your ghost. Make nice with all the spirits that like to haunt you." I began to close my door but she stopped me.
"Why are you doing this Rick?"
"Because I love you. I am in love you. Have been in love with you for over a year. The moment we kissed."
"We did not kiss."
"Oh...that's right...you were so drunk you don't remember. I remember and I know you remember to. It sobered us both the fuck up the very next day. Michonne...if I allow you in this room... if you step over this threshold, we are fucking tonite. I have condoms in the nightstand so you can't think of any excuse that it isn't going to go down...if not to night...one night and I am waiting patiently for that night or day to come."
"You are an asshole. I am telling you I am scared and..."
"Make up your mind Michonne. If you are coming in it means you are ready to do this. What's it going to be?"
