Mordacious

Author: ebonySCYTHE

Length: 433 words

Preface:

My second draft of “Don’t Care”. This one is in Nate’s POV, but I quickly decided that his thoughts wouldn’t contribute to the story enough to make it interesting.

—– Don’t Care —–

At five o’ clock at night you’ll find me trying to break in this crummy new couch we own while I’m waiting for him. It’s not ugly or uncomfortable, and it’s not like I hold some grudge against it, really. I just can’t stand new things no matter how large the price tags, even if we did pick it out together. My parents used to coddle me by throwing new shit at me all the time. I love them to death, but it just wasn’t necessary. Anyways, I’ve got a lot of living to do in this house before I’m comfortable any time soon, seeing that I’m surrounded by new chairs, tables, lamps, rugs, you name it because we had to buy it all.

But this was never about me, it’s all for him. Him meaning my boyfriend, my lover, my partner… whatever you’d like to call it, I just call him Darren. You see, Darren’s put up with a lot his entire life and then some. You’d know it just by taking a look at him, I swear. He’s not ugly or nothin’, actually quite handsome, but in a dark and moody sort of way like those poor souls that have been running circles in horror movies. He has pallid skin and these raccoon eyes, even after a solid two months away from the source of his problems and he looks like a cold kind of guy, one you wouldn’t approach on the subway for directions. You know what I mean? That’s Darren; handsome, but creepy-like.

It’s entirely different when he’s dressed for work though; he looks hot as hell in a suit, or a lab coat or scrubs. Well, to me he looks good in anything really, but he gets a lot more attention than he’d like while he’s at work. The nurses like to pick him up a coffee or lunch whenever he’s at the desk and the patients talk him up real nice, even though he’s their doctor for crying out loud. I’ve been there for it, and I don’t get jealous because I know him better than they do. After all we’ve been through I can’t imagine us having turned out any other way.

I wasn’t there for the beginning of his, our, problems. Some would say I was pulled into the wild rapids of what can only be called a disaster but I’d say I fell in face-first, eyes closed.