[Reviews - 345]
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Microsoft Word Chapter or Story | ePub eBook Chapter or Story | Printer Chapter or Story

Has been viewed 3807 times

- Text Size +




Author's Chapter Notes:
At the bottom this time....
The Previous Night...

Impatient and on the verge of calling the night quits before it had even begun, Riley Finn made one last ditch effort to find an open parking spot in the crowded lot at the Bronze. Had he known how many people would be crammed into the club when his friend, Forrest, had called shortly after lunch to suggest a night of drunken carousing, Riley's first thought was that it would be nice to have a night out with friends, because it had been ages since they had managed to find time to get together. However, his upbeat mood at the thought of seeing his friends was quickly dampening as he unsuccessfully navigated the parking lot once more. He was halfway towards the closest exit when he caught the flash of lights on a car out of the corner of his eye and craned his neck to see if maybe someone was leaving, but was unable to tell a thing from his current location. With a heavy sigh of annoyance, Riley bypassed the exit he was heading to and looped around the edge of the parking lot to see if maybe the vehicle in question was ready to leave yet. One more try, he promised himself, but that was it. If the spot was not empty by the time he got there, then that was a sure enough sign that a night out with the guys was not in the cards for him that evening.

Sure enough, the flashing headlights that had caught his attention had been a signal to try his luck again, but not for the reason it he had thought it was for. Nope, a flash of blonde hair caught Riley's eye and he watched with rapt attention as Buffy Summers crossed the parking lot in front of him with barely a glance at the vehicle she had just walked in front of. Nope, her line of sight was directly in front of her, solely focused on the bleach blonde man holding open the passenger door for her.

Fully expecting the man to be the watchdog he had heard she had hired, Riley's grip on the steering wheel tightened with rage as he watched her fall into the arms of the waiting man and all but climb him like a tree. Radiating with anger, Riley found that he could not stop watching as Buffy-his Buffy-allowed the man to press her back against the car, slide his hands down her lithe little body to cup them beneath her ass and lift her hips into his groin. Jaw clenched, Riley fought back a scream of rage as Buffy wrapped her legs around the man's waist to and all but fucked him right there in the mother fucking parking lot where anyone could see what she was doing.

“Dirty fucking whore,” Riley muttered to himself, punctuating the comment with a litany of curse words that were no where near the right words to describe the damned bitch. He was halfway to the idea of ramming into their sedan with his truck when they finally extricated themselves from each others arms and got into the vehicle. Clearly, even a dirty whore like Buffy Summers still had a shred of decency left, as she had not allowed the man to actually fuck her out in the open like a goddamn animal.

Without a second thought, Riley bypassed the now open slot when the car backed out, opting instead to follow behind them. He had hounded everyone he could think of to tell him where she had been hiding out since the unfortunate accident after she had found him with another woman, but no one would fess up to knowing where Buffy had been hidden away; no matter the amount of money he offered for the information. Now, it seemed like the universe was finally on his side, as he followed them at a safe distance for a longer trip than he had expected. Nearly an hour later, thanks in part to the always seemingly congested Los Angeles traffic, Riley eased to a near creeping crawl as the sedan's blinker lit up to indicate it would be turning up ahead at a gate. Creeping past, Riley watched as the gate closed behind them as they made their way up the driveway towards a massive mansion. Continuing on, Riley waited until he felt he was a safe distance away from the house, before nosing the truck off onto the shoulder of the road. He quickly locked the door and with a cautious glance around the immediate area to make sure no one was watching him, he darted back towards the house. Crouching low once he got to the white chest high fencing near the gate, he slithered into the shadows near the grate and tucked himself away near a towering shrub that helped conceal his figure.

Watching from the edge of the driveway entrance, Riley watched in disgust as the peepshow he had witnessed back at the Bronze bordered continued with even less care to the outside world that might be watching. Bordering on the precipice of full on pornography, his stomach churned as Buffy was once again pressed against the car door and pawed at by the man, his hands everywhere on her body; under her shirt, up her bare thigh and disappearing beneath her skirt. Buffy's head tilted back, her golden blonde hair spilling over the glossy black paint of the car as the man voraciously suckled along her exposed neck. Not wanting to watch, but unable to tear his gaze away, Riley waited impatiently for the embrace to end and fought off the desire to launch himself over the gate and pummel the man pawing at Buffy until not even his mother would recognize him.

With restraint he had not known he possessed, Riley managed to wait the couple out and nearly let out a cry of happiness when the man finally crawled off Buffy and allowed her to stand on her own to feet, however wobbly they seemed to be in the ridiculous heels she was wearing.

'Whore shoes,' Riley thought to himself as the couple hurriedly made their way towards the massive front door. The curse that escaped as Buffy eagerly allowed the man to paw at her once more, pressing her back against the front door to grope under her skirt yet again, was thankfully too low for the occupied couple to register, but he forced himself to regain some composure until he was alone once more.

Finally, after what seemed like another hour of watching soft core pornography, the two broke apart again made their way inside the ostentatious mansion. Out of his sight, Riley did not know if he was happy he could not watch their interlude anymore or annoyed that he could no longer keep his eye on Buffy anymore. Deciding on a little bit of both, a slow smile crept onto his face as he realized that no matter how disgusted he had been watching her all but fuck some stranger, she had unknowingly led Riley straight to where she had been hiding from him. Overjoyed at the change of luck the night had brought him, Riley whistled a jaunty tune as he made his way back towards his truck.

However, his gleeful mood had lasted only as long as it took him to make his way back home. The sight of the picture above his fireplace, an engagement portrait of himself and Buffy, had ratcheted his good mood down a few pegs and led him straight to the bottle of whiskey sitting on the kitchen counter. Half empty, the fifth had held more than enough amber colored liquor to call forth the rage in his heart and spiral him into a fit of uncontrolled rage.

“Fucking whore,” Riley screamed, thoroughly seething from the unwanted images of Buffy being fucked by some bleach blonde stranger. He grabbed hold of the portrait above the fireplace, the only intact photo of Buffy that remained in the home, and sent it flying across the room to where it shattered against the wall and fell to the floor. Upending the nearby love seat that the two of them had spent an entire Saturday shopping for, he grunted with the effort and cursed as it flipped over to spill its cushions onto the floor. “Who the fuck does she think she is? God damned slut has no right to treat me this way!”

Spying the corner of a photograph sticking out from beneath a cushion, he snatched it off the floor and flipped it over to discover Buffy's smiling face staring back at him. Unable to escape her even in his fit of drunken madness, Riley felt a tear leak out of the corner of his eye and slowly roll down his cheek as he studied the image. It had been taken at Christmas, way back to when they were happy and she was not currently touring. They had flown to England to visit her family for the holidays and Joyce had snapped the picture as they decorated the tree with Dawn. Buffy's smile was as bright as the lights on the Christmas tree, her golden curls shone in the twinkling lights and her arms were wrapped around him as he leaned down to kiss her blushing cheek.

Thinking back, Riley realized that had been the last time that he had been truly happy and sadness filled his heart; a sadness that he wanted no part of, because sadness just made him weak and weak, he was not. Crushing the image in his meaty palm, he tossed it to the ground to lay by the scattered pillows and cushions and picked up the nearly empty bottle on the table to drown the remaining dregs of whiskey from its depths. Screaming, he felt nothing but the sadness that he wanted rid of as he threw the now empty bottle into the fireplace and sank to his knees as it shattered against the bricks.

Images of Buffy, of the time they had been in love, plagued his heart and his memories. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms, his life, his heart again, but he had screwed that chance up royally. As much as he wanted to blame her for everything that had gone wrong in their relationship, Riley could only find blame for himself in every reflection of their broken love story; that it had been his anger, his infidelity and him alone for ruining what they had had together. As Riley sank to the floor in a mess of tears, the alcohol in his system let him beg for her forgiveness and hope for a chance to right the wrongs he had inflicted upon Buffy.





You must login (register) to review.