Into the Light

We sat in silence enjoying the music until Montana stood up and pulled my hand with her. “C’mon, Mr. Edwards… Sorry, I mean Lex, let’s dance.”

“Montana, call me Lex, especially in here.”

“So you’re off duty as my boss then?”

“I’m off duty as your boss.”

“Then we better dance,” she teased.

She pulled me onto the dance floor, and moved her body a little too close to mine. The dance floor was packed, almost everybody crammed into the small area. I tried my best to ignore her body mere inches away from mine, but the bourbon was setting in and I hadn’t gotten laid in god knows how long. Your own fault, Edwards.

Jett Black came on stage, the guitar strumming at a slow beat as he began to sing a song he wrote, according to Montana. It was called Afraid.

No one has ever made me feel, the things you make me feel.

Girl when I’m with you I struggle to breath

Your power has a hold

of me

And I’m frightened of this spell you cast over me

So I hurt you, because I’m frightened.

I push you away, because I’m scared.

I do it because I love you

I do it because I hate you

I don’t know how to be with you

Without being afraid of losing you

I listened to the lyrics; it was dead spot on to every emotion I had felt the past few months. I was terrified of losing Charlotte, yet I pushed her away. Even in our darkest moments, she had a hold over me, and that frightened me, made me scared to love her the way she deserved to be love.

Lost in my own pessimistic thoughts, I hadn’t noticed that Montana moved in closer. Her body brushed against mine, and I screamed at my brain to not let my cock get hard, but being a fucking retarded piece of shit, it did not listen to me. She knew as she continued to put pressure on it, which in turn made it worse.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I think I should take you home Montana.”

Her eyes found mine, and perhaps she had misinterpreted my meaning. Yeah, good one, Lex, you didn’t need to deliver it in your seductive ‘my cock is throbbing’ tone.

She said goodbye to her brother and I waved to him as we headed out the back door.

In the car there was an awkward silence; shit, Edwards, seriously, think of something to keep the conversation going otherwise your dick will start talking and that is the last thing you need.

“So, how long have you lived here in LA?” Great, that’s all you can come up with?

“About six months now. My brother lives here, he just signed a major recording contract. Mom is back in Florida and Dad lives in Hawaii.”

“Divorced?”

“Yeah, around the time I was ten, I think.” Her answers were short.

“So, you live here alone?”

“I have a roommate, but she’s not home, if that’s what you’re asking.”