Powerful… Charlie

Previously:  Charlie in my head and Dancing with Charlie



When he grabs me, taking hold of me, my belly tightens as he kisses my neck.  I’m destroyed.  I’m no more myself.  It’s an ebb of feelings that surrender in me, setting my core on fire.  I twist softly under him like a butterfly aching to be set free.  I’m encapsulated by him, fluid, liquid, pleasure flowing with every kiss.  His strong hands on my belly, on my essence.  It aches, bleeding out, moan, after moan.  It’s a sweet passionate prison as crimson builds up in me, through me, the threshold up to another world, Heaven.  His center on mine, his heart over mine, collision of love, of achy bliss.  My lips memorizing his –

“Mel.”

“Oh God! Charlie!  You startled me! What are you doing?  How did you get here?”

“I don’t know.  What are those two doing?  That is not… are they having sex?”

“Charlie… what do you want? I’m in the middle of writing a scene here.  Be quick.  I have to get back to this.”

“Man Mel!  You’re fucked up.  A butterfly aching to be set free? Where do you get this stuff!”

“Don’t laugh.  This is what I do.  This is what you do, by the way.”

“No way.  That’s not me.”

“If you say so.”

“Umm…”

“Yes?”

“I miss her.”

“Awe… Charlie… I told you.  Your life’s about to change darling.”

“I can’t stop thinking about her and I want her back.  I need her.”

“Look.  Go back to work and settle that deal.  It’s all smooth sailing from there.  I promise.”

“What is with you and that deal?”

“Charlie, need I remind you, that you’re a work of fiction.  You don’t really have a choice.”

“Right… that’s why I’m here.  You called me.”

“No… but.  I don’t know why this is happening?  Okay.  I don’t know how you’re doing what you’re doing, but you should go back home.  Get ready and move on.  I’m going to fix everything.”

“How?  I’m all messed up.  I regret ever even looking at Rachel.  I should have walked away, out of that boardroom.”

“True, but something made you stay and the rest is history.  Angela wasn’t exactly innocent.”

“Yeah but… I neglected her.  I’ve been so busy…”

“Why didn’t you tell her about Rachel?  When she told you about her affair, why did you freeze?”

“You tell me.  You make me do things I don’t want to do.”

“Charlie.  What do you want from me?”

“I want everything the way it used to be.  I want Angela back and I want the affairs to be erased.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Charlie, she didn’t love you.  She had something missing in her after you married, she… She’s not your match.”

“You’re a fucking bitch!  You’re horrible for doing this!  You think you can just play with us like this?  You think…”

“Charlie.  Stop.”

(How is he doing this?  I haven’t clue what to do with him?  I must be losing my mind.)

“You are.  Did you forget I can hear you?  I just want a normal life, Mel.  I want to do my barbecues in the back yard and I want to invite neighbors over for brunch and hear old stories from the old plumber next door.”

“You want to see her again?”

“Yes.  Please.  I’m hurting for her.  I need to see her again.”

“And then?”

“And then I want to talk to her.  I want to sort things out.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“Please.  Look at me.  I’m a mess!”

“Oh my God!  Charlie what did you do!”

“Shit! Shit!  Shit!  Is she going to eat me?  Oh God!  I don’t want to die by Vampire, Mel!”

“Everyone just settle down…  Stop!”

“Oh God!  Whew!  I thought that was going to be it for me!”

“Charlie… tell me what you did to get here and why when I yelled stop they disappeared and you didn’t.”

“Mel, you’re the writer.  I just knew that I wanted to see you, talk to you.”

(I’m going crazy for sure.)

“I can still hear you.  I mean don’t you get it.  You can just say anything to them in front of me.”

“Them?”

“Your audience.”

“Charlie do you remember waking up this morning?”

“Yes.  I woke up and made myself breakfast.  I cried.  Then I laid in front of the TV watching documentaries until it got dark again.  They’ve been calling from the office.  I haven’t answered any calls.  I might get fired! Wait, what’s wrong?  What’s that look about?”

“Nothing.  Can you think yourself back to the house?”

“I don’t know.”

“Try.”

“Hey!  That was pretty nifty.  Cool.”

“Charlie…”

“Yes.”

“You’re extraordinary.  Better than fiction.  You don’t have a clue, do you?”

“I’m talking to you and I shouldn’t, technically, be talking to you?”

“What’s happening?”

“What’s happening is that you’re nuts!  You letting me see her again or not?”

“Yes.  Just stay put.  I’ll figure something out.  But… you promise to go back to work?”

“Yes.  Thanks.  Thank you so much.”

“And you have to tell her the truth.”

“Right.  I will.  I love her. I’ll do anything to get her back.”

“Damn it Charlie!  If I didn’t love you so much…”

“Mel, she means more to me than anything.”

“Goodnight Charlie.”

“Mel… is this okay?”

“What.”

“What’s happening between us?”

“I don’t know.”

“Your mind’s a blank now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“Song’s still looping though.  Wanna dance?”

“Not tonight.  I have a lot to think about.  Good night, Charlie.”

“Good night Mel.”

 

© 2017, 2018 Mel Gutiér

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