MistressKatheryn

Derek turned off the engine to his car, pulling his keys from the ignition.  He held them tightly in one hand, the ragged edges digging into his palm.  In the seat beside him were a stack of bills, the deepest frustration in his life. And they were paid.  The rent. The utilities, even the fucking phone bill.  When he had left, there had been more groceries in his cupboard and fridge that he didn't recall having before.  Derek grabbed the stack of papers out of his passenger seat and climbed out of the heap that he used as transportation.  Three steps toward the front door of his home, he noticed his small lawn.  Even the grass had been cut!

“Would it really kill you to say, ‘I love you, too?!’ ” The end of the shouted question was emphasized by the slamming of the door. Katherine remained frozen on the threadbare couch, head bowed as she listened to the soft footsteps stomp away. The silence was deafening, only broken by the ticking of the clock, and the radio playing softly in the apartment kitchen. It was long moments before the tall blond could move, her hands shaking as she picked up a glass from the coffee table. It was a simple thing; swirls in the base to give it character. She gazed into the smooth surface, her reflection contorted in the pale glass