Green Flames by Michaela Vitz

Author:Michaela Vitz [Vitz, Michaela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-05T22:00:00+00:00

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“What in the world were you thinking? My parents were watching, as were yours. I was completely blindsided. Is that why you kept sneaking off with her?” Stephen yelled while driving his sports car.

“Take me home now!” Samantha yelled back, demanding, while gripping the door handle.

“Fine!”

The sports car sped quickly to the farmhouse with the tires screeching as Stephen hit the brakes hard. Samantha quickly put the car in neutral and grabbed the keys. “Get out, Stephen, you’re drunk!”

“Gib me thus kays,” Stephen slurred. He looked disheveled after opening his bow tie and running his hand through his hair.

Samantha started walking toward her front door in open toed high heels in the slush and ice. Stephen quickly put the car in gear pulled up the handbrake, and threw his door open. “Samantha, gib mei the fucking keys now,” he roared.

Samantha was grateful for not having neighbors close by who could witness this argument.

“Samantha, I’m warning you,” Stephen yelled while slipping on the ice in his patent leather shoes, falling once, and swearing up a storm trying to get up.

Samantha stood watching, freezing, disgusted by the man she was going to marry. The front door flew open with Micky holding it. “Samantha? You, okay? What’s going on?”

“Micky, can you please put on boots and help Stephen before he kills himself. I’m freezing.”

Micky slipped on his boots, grabbed a coat, and walked slowly toward Stephen. “Give me your hand. I’ll pull you up,” Micky requested.

“Fuck off loosher,” Stephen seethed, swaying.

“Stephen! Give him your damn hand or I’ll throw your keys into the snow, you won’t find them till spring,” Samantha yelled.

Micky grabbed Stephen from behind and pulled his pants up, causing them to pull hard on his scrotum to get him to stay standing, at the same time pushing Stephen toward the front door. Micky was shorter than Stephen but heftier. Samantha was waiting inside the door shivering as Micky pushed Stephen inside.

“Where do you want him, Samantha?”

“On the couch. I’ll get a blanket.” Samantha slowly walked upstairs, shivering. She was angry and felt a headache coming on. She quickly grabbed a blanket and threw off her ruined shoes, putting on her fluffy slippers, to warm her frozen toes. She walked back down the stairs to the family room where Micky ran his business. Stephen lay sprawled out on the couch, with no jacket or shoes, snoring.

“Thanks, Micky, for removing his shoes and jacket,” Samantha said while she covered her sleeping fiancé.

“Sure, go get warmed up, I’ll watch over him,” Micky offered with a crooked smile.

Samantha kissed her brother and stopped to look at the man on the couch she did not recognize.

Walking slowly on her blue, frozen toes, she began to strip, ripping her dress. Finally, she was standing under hot water trying to get warm.

Samantha walked downstairs to the kitchen in her flannel pyjamas and fluffy slippers. Micky joined her to make them both hot chocolate from the espresso machine where he started frothing the milk.

“Where are your boots and coat?” Micky asked.

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