Player 2

Nancy Alford looked at herself in the full-length mirrors that were her closet doors. He sat on the floor, still droning on about whatever he had started to chat about. Nancy didn’t like it when people were in her room, her sanctuary, but there was an intruder tonight. Someone who could be loosely called a friend from high school.

Someone that Nancy knew, would do anything to be her boyfriend, but they were adults now, so boyfriend was only bumped up to fiancé - then to husband, and even to father of her children! She already didn’t like sex, so if she was going to have a child with someone, it better be with someone who she wanted to have children with!

Maybe she would lay with Jason Voorhees, maybe Master, even Freddy Kruger or Chucky and they would be better than someone like Andrew Dabney. Sure Jason was a rotting corpse, sure Master was a criminal. Nancy knew that Jason and Master were both fictional characters, the man who sat in her room was not fictional. Andrew Dabney was real.

And that made him so much scarier, she couldn’t pause or stop this villain.

Why did her mother think this was a good idea? Her mother wanted her married off, but to someone like Andrew Dabney? Oh right. She kept forgetting! Andrew was the step-son of a well known celebrity lawyer, Andrew was always throwing money around, and all her mother and most her family saw were dollar bill signs.

Nancy didn’t care if she was ever rich. But her family wanted a rich family member, that’s all they wanted. They whispered that he would probably buy her Disneyland passes whenever she asked. She didn’t care about theme parks — what Nancy cared about was her own happiness. And she saw that she wouldn’t have that happiness with him, her family whispered to her that if Nancy tried, she could be more than happy with Andrew. He was someone Nancy knew, she could learn to love him!

She didn’t think she could, she could learn to love Freddy Kruger or Chucky, but not Andrew. Andrew was the complete opposite of Nancy when it came to everything, her love of Disneyland, Disney movies and Disney music was a political stance, her love of horror movies was a silent scream about how much she hates feminism. She wasn’t sure how, she wasn’t sure why. She loved Disney because she had grown up with Disney. Same could be said about horror films.

She wasn’t sure how watching A Goofy Movie, racing in the dark on Space Mountain, and listening to It’s a Small World on the way home was in anyway a political stance. “It just means your liberal, you just need a right man to show you what MAGA is all about. I could be that man. I never stopped loving you, Nancy, even if you are more liberal now than in high school.”

“Oh, well, I don’t have feelings for you anymore.” She knew that wasn’t what Andrew wanted to hear, but she didn’t want to hear that he had never stopped loving her. But that had been the honest truth, and even someone like Andrew deserved that, though the honest truth made her mother’s note feel that much heavier in her pocket.

It was a note her mother had written for Andrew. She wrote it for Nancy to give to Andrew, the note was supposed to be as if Nancy wrote it. She knew if she didn’t give it to him, she would be smacked. It was Nancy’s duty as a daughter to get married, and Nancy did want to get married.

Nancy wanted to get married, maybe have a baby, maybe even two, only time could tell on that. But not to tell if Andrew Dabney was her future husband and the father of her possible children. He wasn’t even boyfriend material in her eyes. She still gave him that note, and told him sorry about what she had just said. Nancy did not want to be smacked, she always tried to avoid that.

He read the note. There was a flicker in his dark eyes that reminded her of sunshine on a lake. Andrew erupted from the carpeted floor he had been sitting on, and slammed his large body on her bed, next to Nancy. “Just like a liberal to be shy,” he giggled. He ran his index finger under her chin, like she was a cat. She looked down into his lap, his cock was straining against its denim cage. “There’s no need to be shy around your boyfriend.”

Nancy rolled her eyes, he was not her boyfriend, and she was not his girlfriend. She tried to tell him that they could give a relationship a chance, but that they would take the whole thing incredibly slow, maybe they could get married when they both hit forty? “Nancy, we will take things as slow as you want. As long as I have you,” he purred, Andrew’s dark eyes drinking at the corners. “I love you, Nancy.”

Andrew got up from the bed. “Is there anything you want from me to make the relationship better?” Asked Andrew, pacing towards her Monster High doll collection. “I love you, Nancy! I want you to love me as much!”

She knew that was an impossible feat. She never loved him, never would, she didn’t even love him as a friend, didn’t even see him as a friend! She would rather have a Coke-Cola enema than spend one more second in the same room as him! She wanted nothing to do with Andrew Dale Dabney! But her mother had seemed to think that they were soulmates, after all, his father was a lawyer. A rich man’s son was in love with Nancy!

“Andrew, I don’t love you.”

Like a viper striking, her face was struck. She fell off of her bed, holding her eye. The smack felt like the cut of a knife. “You will love me!”

Without so much as a word, Nancy got up and picked out a horror film to watch. She didn’t ask him if there was something he wanted to watch; she did not care. She plopped a DVD into the DVD player. “What are we watching, babe?”