The Bitter Side of Wynter

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Part 2: Chapter 1

SEASONS CHANGE

Perion was at work at The Rose Bush the night after she became Ms. Blaine Marion. Blaine hadn’t wanted her to, but she felt it was necessary. After all, the band needed more money if they were to hire someone to replace Lein, which Perion was intent to do. Debi was still unhappy with her friend, but nothing could be done about the way things were. She was Blaine’s wife, the little official looking piece of paper with the golden border said so.

After her performance, Perion told Blaine to wait for her, and then she made her way backstage to change before leaving. As she made her way inside, several girls filed out. When the stream died down, Perion saw why they had made their exits. Lein sat at her little vanity station, in her rotating vinyl backed chair. He swung from side to side slowly, and looked like a little boy.

She stopped just short of the door. “Lein, you shouldn’t have come,” she said bluntly.

He stopped the incessant swinging and looked at her for a long time before he spoke. “What? Afraid I’m going to spill the proverbial beans to your husband?”

He’d spoken the word husband as if it were the ultimate profanity. Without realizing what she was doing, she closed the door behind her and locked it. “I want you out of here now,” she told him angrily.

“Really,” he said smiling brightly, sarcastically, “and how is that possible? You’ve locked me in.”

His comment startled her. Had she locked the door? She wasn’t even sure of that at all. Temptation nearly kicked in and forced her to approach the door and try to open it. She didn’t follow through. Instead, she unintentionally decided to continue her game.

She sighed. “I didn’t want anyone to come in here and see you.”

“Too late, a shitload of people already know I’m here, including all your dancer friends and your new spouse. So, I’ve been seen. Besides, this is a public place open to folks over twenty-one. I meet that criteria, I think. You can’t control the clientele, you know.”

“GET OUT,” she demanded.

He got out of the chair and made a step toward her. She stood her ground, but had the greatest desire to back up. He stopped when no more than a foot of space separated them. “How could you do it? How could you, Perion? Why did you marry the guy after we made love?” Before she spoke, he held up his hands. “And I don’t want any of that bullshit about loving him and being committed. I want the truth. Why are you so afraid to be with me?”

She groaned out loud in frustration. “Damn it! Everything was so fucking simple when I was the fan and you were simply a poster hanging on my bedroom wall. Ever since you saw me dance that first night, my life has been turned every which way but the right way. And you know what? I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want you around here, or managing the band, or within fifty miles of me as long as I’m alive. Now get out before I have Newsome throw you out!”

He moved past her, as if he were indeed going to leave the room. Instead, he grasped her arm tightly and shoved her body against the door. He mashed his mouth down onto hers and kissed her hard, almost painfully. She fought at first, but relaxed after a few moments and surrendered to his kiss. When he felt her resistance slip away, he loosened his grip and it became more like a passionate embrace.

After a seeming eon passed, Lein broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes. “I’m never going away, I’m never going to be out of your sight, your thoughts, or your heart no matter how many times you throw me out. Nothing can erase what happened between us, not even a sham marriage. I may be a mere stranger, but I know you better than he ever will.” He moved her frozen body away from the door, unlocked it, and made his exit.

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