fiction friday 29: secret admirer. part 7.

fiction friday.

It’s Friday. This is part 7 of secret admirer. ♥
[Previously posted: part 1part 2part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6]

secret admirer.

part 7.

I couldn’t breathe. My hands were shaking. He didn’t even notice me. Only the sound of my keys hitting the floor caught his attention.

“What the fuck, Dan?!?”

I said nothing more. I just stared at his face. His unfazed, uncaring face. The face I wanted to kick… and never see again.

“Oh… uh… Amy. I didn’t expect you back…”

No fucking shit he didn’t expect me!

Before he said another word, he grabbed the head of the woman kneeling on the floor in front of him and pushed her away. Her mouth released him and he zipped his pants. He took a step toward me. And I took a step back.

“Don’t come near me.” I could feel tears streaming down my face and they made me even more angry. He didn’t deserve my tears. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction – to let him think they were for him. Because they weren’t. They were for me. “Jesus, Dan! I asked you! All those talks we had! I fucking asked you if there was someone else. I wasted so much time trying to make this work. God, I felt guilty that I couldn’t fix it! Fucking guilty!”

He was speechless. And I didn’t want to hear a word out of his lying mouth anyway. I grabbed my keys from the floor and got the hell out of there.

My hands clutched the steering wheel. I was too upset to drive but I had to. I leaned forward until my head hit the wheel. I hated that I was still crying. Oh, Dan could have let every fucking woman he knew in his pants. I didn’t care. But I had been carrying all that guilt about the hours I spent talking to Greg. Talking, God dammit! While Dan was fucking God knows who… since God knows when. I never should have felt guilty. Never. And fuck Dan for stealing all that time from me.


I lifted my head and wiped my tears. After a deep breath that didn’t help at all, I grabbed my phone.

“Hi… I need help… can you help me? Oh God… I need somewhere to go… please…” I was sobbing. My words were impossible to understand. I knew that. But I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Amy? Slow down… my God… what’s wrong?”

I tried to breathe. I had to calm myself enough to speak clearly. It wasn’t going well. And I may have made my struggle to relax worse… because I didn’t call my mom. I didn’t call my sister… or my best friend. No. Without a thought, without hesitation, without even realizing what I was doing, I called him.

“Amy? Honey, talk to me… tell me what you need.”

Breathe, Amy. Talk. Oh my God… he just called me ‘honey’… Am I having a heart attack? I think I’m having a heart attack.

“Greg… I…” Breathe. “I can’t be here… at home. I need somewhere to go…”

“Do you want me to come get you? I can leave right now…”

“No… I have to get away from here.”

“Are you okay to drive? I’m worried about you…”

“I’ll be okay… as long as you’re not too far…”

“Amy… I’m not far. Meet me for a smoothie.”

I smiled. Through waves of tears and anxious breaths and possible cardiac arrest, I smiled. He made me smile.

“I’m going… right now.”

“I’ll be there.”



“Thank you…”

“Shut up.”

Only he could make ‘shut up’ sound like one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to me.


I saw him inside by the window. He stared out into the fading sunshine looking for me. And when he found me, he stood and took a few steps toward the door. The look on his face brought my tears back. The worry, the concern. My shoulders rose and fell with my sigh. All I could do was look at him.

“Amy. Are you okay?” He gently laid a hand on my shoulder, waiting for me to answer.

But I didn’t answer. I didn’t know the answer. I sighed again and wiped tears from my cheeks, wondering when I’d ever be able to speak. But I didn’t have to worry. Not at that moment. He could see that I wasn’t ready. So he whispered my name. And pulled me into his arms.


To be continued…

This post is part 7. Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6. 
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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy, too. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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60 Responses to fiction friday 29: secret admirer. part 7.

  1. The V Pub says:

    Seems so real, Sandra. I’m looking forward to the next part.

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  2. Oh, my, I love it. I hoped for something like this! (I have to tell you, I kept clicking on secret admirer instead of continue reading and was about to tell you I couldn’t get to part 7. Once again, operator error on my part. Damn these new-fangled contraptions, lol)

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  3. Awesome! I was hoping the husband would give her a way out! Now she’s free! Love, love, love it!

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    • Yeah, nothing like making it easy (well, easier)! Ahh… this is why I have to write (and write predictably, maybe)…. real life is never so ‘convenient’… I guess I want things to be easier somewhere!

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      • This could have gone so many ways… I thought maybe Dan had filled the house with flowers to make up to her OR he had cleaned all the belongings out of the house and taken off OR he was lying dead in the middle of the floor and Amy would become the chief suspect AND then she would start to suspect Greg…. (been hanging around Kevin too long) 😀

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        • I had a thought about some kind of murder storyline… But I’ve never written one before… and I don’t have the rest of this done yet so I’m kinda writing as I go… so writing something new to me would be a lot harder to write this way.

          I actually panicked last night… because I’m not totally sure how I’m going to not fuck this story up. I have in my head what I want… But the more I think about it, the more I don’t think it’s good… Or good enough… Or enough… Or too much… Or… (you get the idea)…

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          • Don’t panic! You’ve done a wonderful job, so far. Besides you’re ‘playing to a friendly crowd’ here. We all want the happy ending. (In bed!) 😀

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            • Oh my God…. hahaha… that was a very good one! It’s not so much the ending… It’s the path… And ugh… I have no idea how to explain…. I think it has something to do with me not wanting to let go… and… yeah… I know I’m making no sense…


  4. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Oh, I love it! Her thoughts seem so real. I’m so glad she called him. He wants to take care of her and now he gets the chance. “Shut up,” made me smile.
    I saw you said you thought this was predictable, and while him cheating was one scenario that went thru my mind, there were many others. But there is a reason why romance follows similar paths- it works. We like these scenarios. And it’s the good ones- like yours- that put in details and realness to make the story into something special. I really like this!

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  5. Marquessa says:

    This just keeps getting better and better!!!!@

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  6. mandibelle16 says:

    Began with a bang today lol. I didn’t actually her expect to come upon Dan cheating, even though she suspected it before I think. Happy she had Greg to run to as a friend (only for the moment) and I think this is necessary because it clears her conscience from just talking with Greg. Obviously, both her and Dan are in a marriage which isn’t working. Exciting. I look forward to this Friday’s!

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  7. Miriam says:

    I’m lying in bed reading this on a lazy gray Saturday morning in Melbourne and what a way to start my weekend. This was so good, love the way the story’s unfolding. I can feel a big happy ending coming up. But I don’t want it to come too soon, figuratively speaking of course! Great writing. ♥♡

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