This is a new start for our lovely couple. Every chapter will be based on a song or part of a song and each one will be at the beginning of the chappy.
I'm really nervous about this AH story so let me know what you think. Can't wait for your thoughts. I promise chapter two will be here soon.
Many thanks to Keri for supporting me through this and correcting my many mistakes that I made in my excitement to get this out there. Love you hon! You should all check out her story, that she just completed - "Chance Encounters" by BelleViolette
This is the beginning of the end,
I can see it in your eyes, in everything you do,
And you're afraid to tell me that we're through
But I can tell by looking at you.
This is the beginning of the end,
You just give yourself away with everything you say,
And though you never told me we must part,
Still I can read the writing in your heart.
Why is it now when I hold your hand
There is some little something that I miss,
What has become of the warmth in your smile,
And where is that little mischief in your goodnight kiss?
This is the beginning of the end,
I can see the thrill is gone, why let it linger on,
Why lie to me and say it isn't so
For when I hold you in my arms I know
That this, this is the beginning of the end.
(Frank Sinatra - This is the Beginning of the End)
His eyes raked my body and his hands gripped me tightly. Much tighter than needed. He didn't even notice my new underwear I got specifically to surprise him with.
He opened my bra while kissing my neck and then swiftly took off my panties. He settled me on the bed and entered me without much preparation. I cringed as he pushed through, as I always did. It's not that I didn't find him attractive, but he never worked me and I never got the courage to bring it up to him. I was rarely wet enough.
He grunted and moaned throughout the entire three minutes before crushing me with his weight after he came. I put my hands around his back and glanced at the ring on my left one.
Bill rolled off of me and was asleep within a minute.
Guess I'll have to take care of myself again. I sighed. This was getting old. I hadn't had an orgasm with him in years. Yes, years.
We have been together for three years now and last autumn he proposed. He got on one knee, popped up the light blue box and promised me the world. The whole nine yards. I said "yes". Why wouldn't I? There were a number of reasons, but I put them away and convinced myself that we loved each other enough to get over them in time.
Now I wasn't so sure.
It wasn't because of the bad sex. It was because he didn't look at me the way he used to. He didn't kiss me or hold me as much, and the office hours just kept getting longer and longer with each passing month.
I didn't think he'd cheat on me, but the signs were clear that I should at least be getting suspicious.
We'd started out back when I was in uni. He was such a gentleman and he always treated me right. Even my Gran used to like him, but she was easy to conquer with pretty manners. She had told me once that I'll know when I've met the one when my heart will do a double flip when he kissed me for the first time.
My heart certainly didn't do any double flips when Bill had first kissed me. Or even a flip. Maybe a jump and an excited clap, but certainly no flip. I kept hoping that flip would happen eventually. I told myself that almost every day.
I loved him but I wasn't in love with him, I realized, and I wondered if I ever was. I said yes to his proposal because he treated me right and I knew that he'd be a good father to our children.
However, that was a year ago and in this passed time we didn't even set a date. He was always too busy and dismissed me when I brought it up. I was just glad I didn't decide to throw away my pills after I said "yes", cause I certainly didn't want a kid out of wedlock.
Call me old-fashioned, but I wanted to do things in the right order. I know it's not like husbands don't scamper out on their own wife and kids, and sometimes un-married couples are better parents to their kids than married ones, but I want to be a wife before being a mamma.
I grew up without parents and I wanted to make sure that when I did bring children to this world, they'd have two parents. My folks died when I was little, but for those short eight years of my life when they were present, everything was perfect.
I grabbed my robe and walked to the bathroom down the corridor so I wouldn't wake Bill. I glanced out the window and saw my old farmhouse in the distance. All the lights were out so all was ok. After my Gran died I realized I couldn't sell the place and decided to keep it there, even if it was empty. After she passed, her farm house and our old lake house were given to me and Jason as joint property. He had moved to Las Vegas two years prior and we barely ever talked.
I started the shower and took off my robe before stepping under the jet. I cleaned my body of sweat and other fluids, mostly Bill's, before my hand found its natural road between my thighs – one I've driven more than I care to count.
After my explorations brought me to a happy ending I toweled off and joined Bill in bed. Even in his sleep he was changed towards me. He never cuddled me anymore and slept on his side of the bed, like he was afraid to touch me.
I fell asleep with tears on my cheeks.
This wasn't what I had dreamt of.
The next morning I woke to an empty, cold bed. Bill had woken up early and left for work. Lucky for me, I made my own schedule. I was a freelance journalist to help pay the bills, but my true passion was writing. I had finished a novel draft and sent it out, but so far hadn't gotten any replies. It was a vampire story. I know, I know, you'd think they only attract teenagers, but I know how to write a love scene. And I think that's the ticket to the heart of more mature readers. Bill had once read one of the scenes and looked at me like I had sprouted another head or something. He said he found this kind of writing "un-ladylike". Well, I didn't know why I was even expecting a different reaction when mister prim and proper rarely curses or uses foul words and he never ventured passed missionary.
I got out of bed and went downstairs to make coffee. I swear, the smell alone could wake me up. After setting the pot, I wrapped myself tightly in my robe and went out to the mailbox. I got the stack of envelopes and flipped through them on my way back into my kitchen. Bills, bills, more bills, leaflets and so on. I got back inside, poured myself some coffee and settled in my chair, taking a long sip just as one of the letters caught my eye. "Ravenscroft House" was the sender. I opened it with a knife and took out the paper inside. After the first read-through it slipped through my fingers and I started squealing like a little girl, jumping up from the chair and hopping up and down on the spot.
I picked up the letter again and read and reread it over and over again.
They wanted to sign me. ME! They were offering me a publishing deal! My book was going to get published!
I picked up the phone and dialed the number listed under the name of Pam Ravenscroft. She answered after the first ring.
"Hi, I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I received a letter from you."
"You just got that today? Crappy post services. I sent that last week. And to think I would have reached your house in half hour. Next time I'm taking things into my own hands. I thought you had a change of heart," she finished her rant.
"Oh no, no such thing. I just received it and I've only delayed the call enough to squeal like a 5 year old," I admitted.
"Well, it's a good thing you're excited then. Could you come to Shreveport tomorrow so we can talk at length?"
"Of course. I'll be there. What time?"
"Noon-ish ok with you? I hate waking up early," she admitted, making me smile.
"Noon-ish sounds perfect. How about I give you a call when I'm on my way there?"
"Good. I say we meet at Fangtasia Café. Do you know the place?" Pam asked.
"Know the place? My best friend owns it," I said, smiling at the thought of Eric.
"Well then, that's even better. Another reason for me to sign you. Free refills. Keep talking and I'll sign you for ten books instead of three," Pam said over the line making me snort.
"I also know the DJ over at Angel's," I told her.
"Oh! Sold! Well, I'll see you tomorrow Sookie. I'm glad we had this conversation, but if I don't get my husband the coffee soon, he's going to be a grumpy bear for the entire day. See you tomorrow. Ta ta!" she said and I barely had the time to reply with a goodbye before the conversation was cut.
I was so excited I could burst. She seemed so nice. God, I hope everything went well.
I pressed Bill's speed dial, excited to tell him about my breakthrough.
"Yes, Sookeh," he replied in his southern drawl.
"Bill, you won't believe what happened!"
"What is it? I don't have time right now," he replied and his voice sounded bored. My excitement dropped considerably.
"I just received a letter from a publishing house. They want to sign me. My book is going to get published! I'm meeting the agent tomorrow."
"Well, sweetheart that is great. How about I call you later?" he asked.
"Ehm, sure. I want to call everyone and go out and celebrate. What time will you be off?"
"I don't know. I don't think I'll make it. But you go and have fun with your friends," he said and my heart sank.
"Ok. Have a good day," I replied and didn't wait for his answer. I knew he wasn't listening anyway.
I sank down on the chair and wallowed in self pity. How did my relationship end up here? I sighed and took a slug out of my coffee. It was barely warm after my conversations so I put it in the microwave for a minute.
Come on, Stackhouse! Get a grip! You have until the ding to get over this. You're getting published!
Just like that I was giddy before my coffee was hot again.
I grabbed my cell again and pressed another speed dial. Eric had been my best friend ever since he came to town back in high school. He moved here with his dad when his mom passed away. His dad still lived in Bon Temps, but Eric moved to Shreveport where he owned Fangtasia Café. I know, ridiculous name, but it was all my fault. He lost a bet to me and I said that if he ever opened up the business he kept talking about, he'd have to name it something as cheesy as Fangtasia. I never thought he'd actually do it, but Eric was a man of his word.
He was also a writer, so I knew he'd be happy for me, and he'd understand. He had followed me to uni and we both graduated in arts and literature. Maybe he should have been the first call for me to make, knowing that he'd actually be glad for me.
"Hey Sookie," he answered the phone.
"Hey Eric. Guess what?" I said excitedly.
"What?" he answered, getting riled up only by the tone in my voice.
"I got a letter from a publishing house. They want to sign me!"
"Oh my god! Sookie, I'm so happy for you! You deserve it! That book of yours is amazing!" he said excitedly. He was also the only other person but me who had read my draft. His opinion was the only one that actually counted for me as far as writing went.
"Thank you! I'm so excited! I'm meeting Pam Ravenscroft tomorrow at your café and she's going to give me all the details," I told him.
"Perfect then! I get to eavesdrop and I'll impress her with free coffee refills," he joked.
"She's already impressed and wants to use me for my freebies. I got her hooked," I laughed and he joined in.
"We're celebrating tonight, right?" he asked me.
"That's what I was thinking. I'll call Di and get her to call everyone else and I'll just give the news to everyone at once. You call up your end and settle everything," I said.
"Will Bill come?" he asked in a tone that told me, as always, just how much he liked my… fiancé.
"Actually, no. He says he's got work to do. Are you calling Yvetta?" I asked of his girlfriend, much in the same tone he talked about Bill.
"I will, but I doubt she'll come. You know how she feels about you," he said and I knew exactly what he meant. She wasn't any good for Eric. She didn't understand him and never gave him space to write and she was jealous of me for being so close to him.
"Just how Bill feels about you," I said with a sigh.
"Yep. Seriously Sookie, I know it's not my place to say, but I have no idea what you're still doing with Bill. I haven't seen you really happy in ages," Eric said in a silent voice full of sorrow.
"Some days, even I don't know," I admitted with another heavy sigh. "How about you and miss "I have to do my nails every day"?"
"Well, she's certainly no keeper, if that's what you're asking. We've barely been seeing each other these days anyway. Ok, so I'll call Alcide and Laf. And I'm coming to pick you up tonight. Seven straight," he said and I smiled. Always the gentleman. And always the one to change uncomfortable topics.
"Ok, Mr. Northman, that sounds perfect," I replied with a smile and went around to make other calls.
First on my list was my other best friend. We had grown up together and gone through a lot. She was active and she talked a lot. You could barely understand what she was saying half the time. You literally needed practice to understand what she was saying. If we didn't talk for a week, I'd make her speak slowly until I got reacquainted with her neverending words.
"Hey Di!" I greeted.
"Heya Sookie. Whatshappening?" Diantha asked me. I paused a moment, making sure she said what I think she did, and replied.
"We're going out tonight. Eric's café. Gather the troops," I told her and we went on to make plans.
Sookie was my best friend. She had been my best friends for ten years and I had been in love with her for the majority of that time. I had never told her about it because I never wanted to scare her off and ruin our friendship. I guess I was afraid I'd be rejected by her and I rather have her as a friend than not at all.
When she called and told me that she was finally getting signed I was ecstatic for her. I was really almost jumping up and down feeling her excitement. And I'm too big of a man to do that, really.
Bill wouldn't be part of tonight's celebrations because he was busy. Well, better off anyway. I tolerated him because he was part of Sookie's life, but other than that, I thought he was a jackass. I never specifically told Sookie that either, but she knew how I felt about him.
She asked about Yvetta as well, but after Sookie admitted her questions about her own relationship, I almost said "fuck it". Yvetta was just a gold digging whore and meant next to nothing to me, but she was a good fuck. It was almost like dating a hooker. I got sex and she got some cash to spend. I guess it wasn't a healthy relationship, but I'm a man and I have needs that need quenching before I jump Sookie and officially scare her off for good.
The second she called me "Mr. Northman", I was hard as a teenager when he sees his first set of tits. I shook my head to clear it as I still had stuff to do.
Sookie would have a special night tonight. She was getting published! I hoped that someday soon I'd have something more than short stories to pride myself in. But I was getting there.
I called Alcide and Lafayette, and told them about our little get together. Thankfully, the café was more of a bar in the evenings, and you could even dance a bit, so everyone could gather there. I still couldn't believe I named it Fangtasia. I learned then, in our freshman year, to never bet against Sookie when it came to food. Who'd have known she could eat an entire plate of fried chicken? I sure didn't. We agreed if she won the bet, I'd name my future coffee shop something of her choosing. That name was Fangtasia. It was stupid and we all laughed about it then, but, when opportunity came along, I made right and named it after her suggestion. To me, it was a part of our friendship, a part of Sookie. It was something that would always remind me of her, no matter what happened between us, no matter where life took us.
As six came around, I was ready to go and pick up Sookie from that douche's front porch. I was dressed in the dark fit jeans she liked so much and one of my baby blue button-downs. I was also wearing the necklace she gave me on my eighteen birthday, in shape of an anchor. She really was my anchor in this world. She was level headed and complemented me completely. That's why we were such good friends. And that's why I was secretly in love with her. Although, I think the only person it was a secret to, was Sookie, since everyone else seemed to know and throw us "those" glances. You know the kind. Those expectant looks you get from your friends, the ones waiting for something big to happen, but you're annoying them because you're not doing what they're expecting.
I was on Hummingbird lane at a quarter to seven. I rang the bell and she opened the door, already ready to go. Her legs were shown off in that short skirt of hers, and her breasts were evident under her tight blue blouse. I recovered quickly and hoped there would be a moment when I could adjust myself without her seeing me.
"Madam," I said, "your escort awaits."
She laughed at my antics as I made a jump on the spot and offered her my arm.
"Why, thank you, dear sir," she replied as she hooked her arm around mine.
"You look beautiful, Sookie," I told her after a second and I could swear I saw her shiver slightly as our eyes met.
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