Title: Twisted

Author: Silver ([email protected])

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Twisted 3 - Thoughts Of A Cajun (Remy's POV)

By Silver

 

<Damn 'im! Wasn't s'posed ta let dis be anyt'ing more dan a fuck. A willin' body an' a 'mazin' mout'. Wit' dat tongue? NON! Don't tink bout dat. Don' t'ink 'bout 'is abs an' arms an' de way 'e kisses or de way dose jeans hug 'is ass. 'E ain't not'ing but a constant fuck.> I grab a cigarette from my pocket an' light it, walkin' t'rough de gardens. Don' understand 'ow I can love an' hate 'im at de same time. Didn't want dis ta get complicated, 'e was frustrated and needin' somet'ing, I was 'orny and could give it ta 'im. Dat's all it was. Den he wanted someone else. So I took 'im ta see Em. Big mistake, oui? Takin' de guy I was fallin' for ta meet de girl I was in love wit'. Dey hit it off an' it was jus' so amazin' ta see dose two toget'er. An' heaven when we all lay toget'er, like it was
fate or somet'ing.
I 'ear somet'ing in de bushes and grab a card, chargin' it. Won' do me any good ta not be ready. I'm 'bout ta t'row it when I see blonde 'air an' den pale arms. I t'row de card away and grab de hand, pulling 'er outta de bushes.
"Emmy w'at de hell ya t'ink ya doin' here?"
"I came to see you, dumbass." She replies, pickin' de leaves outta 'er 'air.
"Nice ta know ya care." She laughs an' kisses me, bitin' at my lip. We pull away an' I sit down, pullin' 'er in ta my lap.
"What's wrong Remy? You look sad." She takes my cigarette away an' finishes it.
"Not'ing cherie."
"The hell it's not! Spill it Cajun." De look in 'er eyes tells me I better not argue.
"Scott. He don' know what 'e wants. 'Im an' Jeannie had a fight, she found out 'bout me."
"Just about you?"
"Ouai, she don' know 'bout ya. Don' t'ink so, at least." She wraps 'er arms aroun' me and even t'ough I'm taller, I rest my 'ead on 'er shoulder.
"I messed up big time."
"Why? Because you fell in love with him?"
"W'at? Non, Remy not love 'im."
"Bullshit. I know you Remy. We've been friends since we were five, I can read you like an open book."
"But I can't love 'im, Je t'aime. Je t'aime avec tout ma couer."
"I know you love me Remy, but you've got to understand that it's not wrong to love two people at the same time."
"But Emmy?"
"No buts! You gave him a damned ultimatum didn't you?"
"Mebbe?"
"Remy?"
I sigh. "Ouai, I did. But, I had ta, 'e can't love me, I'm me."
"That's why I love you. That's why he cares so much about you. You're you. If he only wanted the sex, he would have said so, he would have said he wanted to call it quits and save his marriage, but he didn't did he?"
"Non."
"So he DOES care about you, maybe not in love with you, not yet, but he cares, deeply. Give it a chance, luv. Talk to him, don't push him away. He needs you. He's frustrated and confused and hurt and all he needs is someone who cares. Someone to listen." She grabs my chin an' forces me ta look at 'er. "I seem to remember a scrawny fourteen year old kid with demon eyes holding my hand and begging me to not turn him away when he needed me. So do this, if not for Scott, then for me. Because if I'd turned you away, what would you have done?"
My eyes close, I remember w'at she's talkin' 'bout. "A'ight, I get de point. I'll go talk ta Scott."
"That's the Remy I love. Go on baby, I'll call you tomorrow." She kisses me again an' den disappears back in ta de bushes. I sigh an' stand up, walkin' back ta de boathouse ta see if he's still dere.

 

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