This is my first journey into the Wednesday Briefs. This is one of the first pieces of flash fiction I have written. I once said that it is impossible for me to write anything under 1000 words but, obviously, I can :)
This is a one off piece, and not part of a longer story. Hopefully it will give you all you need to know about the past, present and future. Comments would be welcome.
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“Dante,” the man said, coldly. “How nice to see you,” he sneered. “If I’d know you were coming I’d have…”
Ignoring him, Dante pushed past. “Where is he?” he snarled.
“Hey! Get out. Nobody invited you in.”
“I’m not a fucking vampire, Jaden. Where is he?”
“None of your fucking business…”
“It’s alright, Jaden,” a voice said from a doorway along the hall. The man was wearing only a towel. His blonde hair was loose around his shoulder, curling slightly, still damp. “Say what you want, Dante, and then get the hell out of here.”
“Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
“Like hell, he is.” Jayden tried to push Dante towards the door. The much bigger man, ignored him.
“Give me one good reason,” the blonde snarled.
“My sister. Get dressed.”
“That was over a long time ago.”
“From your point of view, maybe.”
“Look, Dante, I know I hurt Violet, but what happened was between me and her; not you.”
“I don’t give a fuck what happened then. All I care about is what’s happening now and, God help me, Luka, if you don’t get dressed right now, I am going to drag you out of here, naked.”
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on him.” Jayden took a step forward and Dante grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground and pinning him against the wall, his feet dangling. Impotently, he clawed at the hands that were clamped around his windpipe.
“Let him go, Dante,” Luka snapped.
With a sneer, Dante released Jayden, who crumpled to the floor, clutching his throat and coughing. “Get dressed.”
Ignoring Dante, Luka crouched beside Jayden and put his arms around the shaking man. “Are you okay?”
Resting his head against Luka’s shoulder; Jayden croaked. “I’m fine. Get him out of here.”
“Do you think I’m kidding, Luka? Test me out. It would be my great pleasure to haul your naked arse out of here, over my shoulder.”
Luka squinted up at Dante, for a moment then he nodded. “Alright. I’ll come.”
“Luke, no. He…”
“It’s alright, Jayden. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m coming with you.” Jayden crossed his arms, glaring at Dante.
“It’s alright. Stay here. Have a bath and relax. I’ll be back very soon.”
“Luka, you can’t trust him.”
“I’ll be alright. Take care of yourself, babe. I won’t be long.”
All the time he was getting dressed, Jayden begged and pleaded, even threatened, but to no avail.
“She’s doing it again isn’t she?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Vi. She’s controlling you, without even being here. Why do you keep letting her do this to you?”
“She’s not going to do anything to me, Jayden. I’ll go, but just to let her know that this is the last. No more contact; no more games. I’ll be home with you soon.”
The car journey was spent, pretty much, in silence. Initially, Luka had tried to demand to know where they were going and why, but Dante wasn’t speaking, only scowling. Eventually, Luka gave up. He was dozing when they arrived. He jerked away, though, when he realised where they were.
“The hospital? Why are we here? Is Vi okay? Is she sick? Hurt?”
“Get out,” Dante said, coldly, and Luka complied, then followed him into the hospital.
Luka wasn’t paying much attention to where they were going. He was demanding things of Dante, but the large man wasn’t talking.
Eventually, Dante veered off the corridor, through a pair of double doors.
Fear crawled in Luka’s stomach. It was realised when Dante led him to a side room.
She looked tired, exhausted, but triumphant. The baby was perfect. Luka hated both of them.
“It’s not mine,” he said flatly.
“Of course he’s yours,” Vi insisted. Who else’s would it be?”
“I don’t know. Take your pick of the piss heads you were cheating on me with.”
“That’s not true,” she said indignantly, but there was a flush on her cheeks that had nothing to do with having just given birth.”
“Whatever. It’s not mine.” Luka turned to walk away, but Dante blocked his way. Luka glared at him.
“Please, Luka. He is yours; he has to be. I want us to be a family, a proper family. You…”
“That’s it, isn’t it? You said it’s mine because you want it to be mine. You want me back and I have no idea how many more ways I can tell you, before you get the message in your stupid head, that it isn’t going to happen. I’m gay, I’m with Jayden and I’m happy. I don’t want to be with you. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to hear your voice. I want nothing to do with you.”
“But the baby…”
“The baby’s not mine,” he said, firmly, and tried to push past Dante.
“Yes he is, and I’m going to make sure you face up to your responsibilities and…”
Luka whirled, his eyes blazing. “Listen to me, you whore. You’ve picked the wrong person to try this sick trick on. Fool one of your pretty playthings, and get him to be a father to your child. I don’t care who it is, but it isn’t going to be me. It’s not my child, Vi; it can’t be, because I can’t have children; I’m sterile. Now, go find another sucker to take on the brat, and leave me alone. I never want to see you again and, if you send Dante after me, I’ll call the police.”
Leaving a shocked Vi and angry Dante, Luka strode out. Realising he no longer had a lift he went straight to the nearest public phone.
The voice on the other end made him feel warm inside.
“Come get me baby. I’m coming home. It’s over.”
CAN ANYONE GIVE ME SOME ADVICE AS TO WHY SOME OF THESE LINKS AREN'T SHOWING UNLESS YOU HOVER OVER THEM???? THIS IS HAPPENING ALL OVER THE BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU MICHELLE. I THINK IT'S FIXED :)
THANK YOU MICHELLE. I THINK IT'S FIXED :)