ONLY GIRL (IN THE WORLD)
PART ONE
PART ONE
The song changes to The Police ‘Every Breath You Take’ and I can’t help smiling, even though George Jr frowns at me in a display of petty jealousy. He lurks at my desk reading my journal while I dress and apply my make-up. Since he knows everything about me, there is no point hiding and I allow him to continue reading. The sight of him at my desk, naked, reading a passage about my lost love makes me sigh.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“The song. It makes me sad for Ray,” I say, slipping my feet into gray-suede pumps that match my sky blue sun dress.
George Jr changes the song and shrugs, placing the remote on the desk.
“What are you doing?” I scream. “You can’t change the order of the playlist.”
He laughs and retrieves the remote and starts fumbling through the song list for the one I want.
“Just return to the previous track,” I say, grabbing it from him. I find the song again and take a deep breath. This will not ruin my morning. I have too many plans to let him get in the way. “The order is very particular. Please don’t change it again.”
Shrugging, he says, “I don’t understand the playlist."
“That’s quite apparent,” I say, pushing him off my chair. Grabbing my pen, I try to write my thoughts before the inspiration vanishes. The next song begins and I hear the first chords to a metal favorite: Metallica ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’. “Damn it, the order got jumbled because you messed with it. Don’t touch my fucking things.”
He laughs and laughs, which serves to anger me more, heat spreading over my face. Clicking the pause button, I stop writing and wait for silence. His laughter weakens and evaporates, his eyes touching me in intense ways.
“I don’t mean to mock you. What song was supposed to be next?” he asks. I think he might be serious, but he winks and the anger rises once again.
“’Landslide’,” I say. Tapping a few buttons, I reset the playlist and find his eyes as “’Only Girl (in the world)’ begins to play.
He listens and shakes his head, “I never liked this song. Is there any chance you can change it. Why this song?”
“Have you ever listened to the words? Are you really that dense? It’s hard to believe you are related to George.”
His shoulders tense and I see cold hate in his eyes, which pulses at me in waves. What did I just say that touched that place inside him?
“Make me understand.”
“I think it’s time to show you. Dress and be quick about it.”
After a long pause he begins to put on his tuxedo, eyes never leaving mine. Looking around, his eyes show uncertainty and I see confusion on his face.
“Don’t think, I will show you.”
Leading him from the room, I follow the secret passage to the library. Approaching the bar, I press a button hidden near the beer taps. The door behind the bar disappears and we enter a dark entryway. When the door swings shut lights illuminate an elevator a few feet ahead.
“I thought you were going to show me the kill. Why are we going away from your bedroom?”
“Be quiet.”
The elevator door opens and Saul waits inside. George Jr flinches at the sight of him and I smile. The fun begins.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“The song. It makes me sad for Ray,” I say, slipping my feet into gray-suede pumps that match my sky blue sun dress.
George Jr changes the song and shrugs, placing the remote on the desk.
“What are you doing?” I scream. “You can’t change the order of the playlist.”
He laughs and retrieves the remote and starts fumbling through the song list for the one I want.
“Just return to the previous track,” I say, grabbing it from him. I find the song again and take a deep breath. This will not ruin my morning. I have too many plans to let him get in the way. “The order is very particular. Please don’t change it again.”
Shrugging, he says, “I don’t understand the playlist."
“That’s quite apparent,” I say, pushing him off my chair. Grabbing my pen, I try to write my thoughts before the inspiration vanishes. The next song begins and I hear the first chords to a metal favorite: Metallica ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’. “Damn it, the order got jumbled because you messed with it. Don’t touch my fucking things.”
He laughs and laughs, which serves to anger me more, heat spreading over my face. Clicking the pause button, I stop writing and wait for silence. His laughter weakens and evaporates, his eyes touching me in intense ways.
“I don’t mean to mock you. What song was supposed to be next?” he asks. I think he might be serious, but he winks and the anger rises once again.
“’Landslide’,” I say. Tapping a few buttons, I reset the playlist and find his eyes as “’Only Girl (in the world)’ begins to play.
He listens and shakes his head, “I never liked this song. Is there any chance you can change it. Why this song?”
“Have you ever listened to the words? Are you really that dense? It’s hard to believe you are related to George.”
His shoulders tense and I see cold hate in his eyes, which pulses at me in waves. What did I just say that touched that place inside him?
“Make me understand.”
“I think it’s time to show you. Dress and be quick about it.”
After a long pause he begins to put on his tuxedo, eyes never leaving mine. Looking around, his eyes show uncertainty and I see confusion on his face.
“Don’t think, I will show you.”
Leading him from the room, I follow the secret passage to the library. Approaching the bar, I press a button hidden near the beer taps. The door behind the bar disappears and we enter a dark entryway. When the door swings shut lights illuminate an elevator a few feet ahead.
“I thought you were going to show me the kill. Why are we going away from your bedroom?”
“Be quiet.”
The elevator door opens and Saul waits inside. George Jr flinches at the sight of him and I smile. The fun begins.
Post by Ella Thomas.