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    Hephaestus – Chapter 10

    Story written on November 10, 2008 by veba.
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    where’s the truth?

    ”Lost infidelity
    We never said a word
    So black and white you see
    It’s all the lies we’ve heard
    In my mind nothing makes sense
    I’m nothing you can’t have
    Cracked up to disagree
    That’s all we’ve ever had”

    The truth is that Carmen had spent the following months waiting for Shane to come back. She had mentally pictured the scene in her mind thousands times.
    Shane knocking at her door, looking at her with those adorable puppy-dog eyes of hers. Asking shyly to come in. Sitting on the corner of her couch nervously tormenting the hem of her jacket. Staring at her own shoes. Telling her that she loved her, that she was sorry, that she had come back not for sex, but for love. That she was scared, and that was the reason why she ran away. But that she was back, and was there to stay.
    Carmen had pictured Shane telling her all the things that she would never hear.
    Day after day, week after week, month after month, that already tenuous hope had become smaller and smaller.
    One day, it was disappeared.
    Plain and simple.
    And now she was completely alone.
    Because when you give up hope, and you don’t believe in love anymore, you’re alone.
    Carmen grabbed her jeans and t-shirt and started to get dressed.
    It was her free night, she didn’t have to spin, and she definitely was not going to spend another hour thinking about her lost love and sinking into her own depression.
    She had to move on.
    So she buckled her belt.
    Why not, she thought.
    Shane does it all the time. Why shouldn’t I.
    If it does work for her, it’s going to work for me.
    A small voice into her head murmured something sick.
    Are you doing this to feel closer to her.
    Right?
    Are you doing this to feel how she feels.
    Right?
    Carmen shook her head, sighing.
    No.
    She just needed a body to cling to.
    She needed to get lost for a while.
    She needed to let herself go for some hours.
    This had nothing to do with Shane.
    The voice inside her head chuckled, insinuating, teasing.
    Yeah, sure, whatever.
    I’m not buying it.
    Are you?
    Carmen grabbed her parka and motioned towards the door.

    ”You, only you, only you
    Only you can’t be the one
    Only you, only you
    Only you can’t be the one…”

    The Turtle was packed.
    Carmen had done her best to find the dirtiest, sexiest, filthiest night-club in town, and as she stepped through the small, hidden entrance, she grimaced smelling the sour taste of sweat and smoke and alcohol.
    She headed towards the bar and ordered a double-shot of Jack Daniel’s.
    She tossed it off and motioned to the bartender.
    The tattooed guy glanced at her wordlessly, pouring another shot.
    Carmen leaned her back against the counter, crossing her legs and rocking slowly on the high bar stool.
    She took a look around noticing the predatory looks coming from several girls in the girls.
    She chuckled to herself, joylessly.
    See? It isn’t that hard, after all.
    She bit her bottom lip narrowing her eyes, eager to decide who was going to be the luckiest girl in town.
    From the opposite corner of the club, a blondish woman was staring at her.
    Carmen gave her the once-over and leered at her.
    The blondish woman smirked and headed directly towards her.

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    1. Just love how emotionally open Shane is and I´m with Carmen about the marriage thing. Might be a little too fast. Keep up the good work. I love it.

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