take.me.AWAY

Subject: take.me.AWAY Wed Jun 25, 2008 11:45 pm

"Damien," she groaned out his name, sitting Indian-style on the bed they shared together with a pillow in her lap. She tilted her head to the side and continued watching him. His back was facing her and hunched over the mahogany desk in their room. Papers were scattered all over the surface.

"Damien baby..." she spoke again, hoping for an answer. Again, he ignored her–he was too trapped in his work to notice what was happening around him. His pen scraped against the paper that he was writing on, and she knew that he was too far gone to come back to reality. Aloree sighed and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. Her eyes darted towards the clock. 1:00 a.m. flickered on the screen. She peeked over her shoulder towards their window and saw the moonlight positioned over the distant treetops. After a minute of gazing, her attention was brought back to Damien.

She didn’t understand why he had to work so much. It was like this every night. He would bring home some papers from his workplace, and fill them out at home. When she questioned him as to why he never completed them at work, he would simply say that he never had time.

That was just it, he never had time for her. She always felt disappointed when he came home. Sure, Aloree was happy for him, with the stable job that he had and the salary he received, but she wanted more from him.

So much more.

When the clock hit 1:30, Aloree couldn’t take it anymore. She got out of the bed and headed towards his desk. Reaching over his head, she ran her fingers along the base of the lamp until she could find the switch. When she felt it, she flicked it off, and immediately, their room turned into total darkness. She smirked and turned on her heels to go back to bed, but, before she could even walk past him, she felt his hand grab her wrist. A smile graced her lips feeling his warm touch on her skin.

She was finally getting what she wanted. As painfully little as it was, he was showing her the attention she desired.

"Aloree, what did I tell you about turning off my reading light?" his words came out cold and Aloree practically squealed in delight hearing her name drawn from his lips.

"Damien, it’s nearly two o’clock. You need to get some sleep," she grabbed his hand and tried pulling him out of his leather, swivel chair, but he was too strong for her.

"I’m perfectly fine," he yanked her hold from his hand and turned back around towards his desk.

"No you’re not. I know your eyes were straining reading under all of that light. You didn’t even have your reading glasses on," Aloree shifted to his other side and felt around on the miniature shelf. She grabbed his glasses case and waved them in her hands.

"I don’t need those things," Damien spat, irritated. It was obvious that he was annoyed, but Aloree continued on. She needed to have him leave his desk and get in bed, with her.

"Damien, please. You can finish this later," Aloree whined, making another attempt to grab his hand and drag him out of his seat and to their bed.

He wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pushed her away from him; not enough force to hurt, but enough to know that he meant business.

"Aloree! Would you please stop with that?! Damn it! Just get in bed and sleep already. I’ll sleep when I’m finished," Damien yelled, much louder than intended. He knew he was upsetting Aloree, but she was upsetting him twice as much. He only wished she would understand that when he was working, he did not like to be interrupted. Throughout his life, he fought to be in the position at his job he was currently in. After five years, he finally was promoted, and he would not let anything, or anyone mess him up. Even if that meant Aloree.

"I hate you!" she screeched, throwing the case she still clutched in her hand towards him. It soared through the air, softly grazing his head, and hit the wall in front of him. When it hit the wall, the case opened, and the glasses fell from the holder. They fell onto the wooden desk and one of the clear lenses broke. Damien rolled his eyes and drowned her anger out by going back to work.

"I hate you, Damien!" she wished he would turn around and at least look at her. Instead, he turned his reading lamp back on, picked up his pen, and continued writing where he left off.

She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest in disbelief, anger, and hatred. She knew it was useless to get him away from his studies, so, to occupy her mind, she did the only thing she could think of doing.

She walked out of their room and headed to their office so she could log onto her computer.
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Subject: Chapter 2 Wed Jun 25, 2008 11:50 pm

Take Me Away | | to chapter TWO

> I know you’re not online, but I just need to talk to someone. I hate him so much Bret! Today, I tried to get him to come to sleep, but he’s so fucking STUBBORN! He always ignores me! It’s like, he loves his work more than he loves me! We’re fucking married, Bret! MARRIED! I just want to be treated like a normal wife. Why is that so hard?

Aloree wiped the tears that slid down her cheeks with the back of her hand. After typing her message, she pressed the send button and hid her face in the palm of her hands. She couldn’t control the inevitable sobs that filled the room. Her life felt worthless. She endured so many painful situations with Damien that she was surprised she didn’t develop a tolerance with him. She craved to feel loved. She needed to feel loved.

Talking to Bret online was her only solution. Their daily online conversations was the only thing that gave her hope. Maybe he would love her. Maybe, he would show that to her one day.

Whenever that day was, she prayed that it would come sooner.

xoxo

"Evelyn! It’s so great to hear from you," Aloree spoke with joy, walking barefoot towards the kitchen and opening the freezer door. Her best friend, Evelyn, finally returned back from her trip from New York, and when she arrived back home, the first person she called was Aloree.

"Same here girl! We haven’t talked in so long. I feel like I don’t even know you," Evelyn replied.

"So...what ya been up to?" Aloree questioned, knowing well enough that Evelyn had to snag her another man while in New York. Where ever she went, she couldn’t resist staring at all the male flesh around her. Aloree headed towards the couch after grabbing a spoon, and grabbed the remote.

"Oh...you know. Stuff," Evelyn giggled, reminiscing about the one night stand she shared with a man she met at one of the night clubs she visited.

"Stuff? Ev, come on. You know I like hearing details," Aloree begged.

She swung her legs on the couch and dipped her spoon in the pint of ice cream. She always enjoyed talking on the phone with Evelyn because she always had a different story to tell her–one that always involved some different man. Not once could she ever remember Evelyn staying steady with one man. She just couldn’t do it. It wasn’t in her nature.

"Oh, you know what happened." Aloree sighed, lifted the spoon up to her lips, and brought it towards her mouth, savoring the sweet taste.

"Now Ev, please. You know damn well I don’t know what happened. What did you do this time? Tie him up and spank him?" Another spoonful filled her mouth. Evelyn giggled.

"No. But you know what...that sounds kind of kinky. I think I’ll do that next time. Nice suggestion, Aloree." Aloree laughed and crossed her leg over the other. Moments like this was the only thing that really made her happy–besides chatting with Bret, of course. Her friend always knew how to lighten up the dampened mood she had and she loved and appreciated her for that.

"You little whore!" Alore squealed. The spoon was in her mouth and she almost choked on the mouthful of ice cream that slowly oozed its way down her throat. She had to catch her breath and sit the pint down.

"Oh hush! If the dick’s good, I’m going to fuck it!" Evelyn recited her famous motto that she applied to life. Alore shook her head at her friend. Sometimes, she could hardly understand the woman, but she still loved her to death.

"So anyway, my little Ms. Sunshine. How are you and Damien? Is the dick as great on that side of the phone as it is on mine?" Evelyn asked. She had no idea of what happened between Damien and Aloree the previous night.

"Ev, I don’t even want to think of his no good ass!" She spat, sitting upright and with one hand, clenched the cotton cushion on the couch.

"What happened this time?" Evelyn sighed.

"Ev! I just wanted him to go to bed with me! What’s so bad about that? I tried to tell him that it was late and he should get some rest, but he just wouldn’t listen to me! Sometimes, I really wonder if he loves me, Ev."

"Aw, it’s okay Aloree. He’s just extra busy, that’s all. Honestly, I think he’s just really trying hard to, you know, support you and himself. Girl, you have to give that man some credit though. I mean, with the promotion and everything, he’s finally bringing home some money."

Aloree rolled her eyes at the word "money." She didn’t give a damn about any money. She just wanted to have her man back.

"Yea, well ... I’ll talk to you later Ev," Aloree began, knowing where their conversation was headed. She didn’t have the strength to listen to everything she had to say.

"Alright Aloree. Give me a call later, and remember, he loves you. He just," she paused, "...he just has a hard time showing it."

Aloree grinned and after they said their goodbyes, they both hung up.
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aww her man doesn't want to sleep wit her that's grimeny and ev is a fool i like her lol but this is good bravo

Subject: Sweetly Complexed Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:05 pm

From:

Sweetly_Complexed

Sent: 6/29/2008 12:57 AM

this sounds like a good story but instead of damien being so in 2 work he needs 2 think about his wife cuz if he doesnt pay her any attention she'll find it sum where else.

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Subject: Terrell Review Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:06 pm

From:

AllBoutThatMoney11

Sent: 6/29/2008 2:08 PM

How does his wife look? Does he look like Beyonce? or Angel Lola? Because if she looks good as hell then why would he rather pay attention to his work this wife. I mean i know work his is important and everything. But still your wife as needs as well. And she also important. So yeah he need to do his job as a husband and handle his business. But anyway really feeling the intro. So when are you going to update?

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Subject: LaQuisha017 Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:08 pm

From:

LaQuisha017

Sent: 6/29/2008 3:34 PM

Woah. Now that's just cruel. I be hating them work-a-holics. They need to enjoy life. I know they want to make that paper, but geez spend it one in a while yo. Dang. Can't even spend at least one night work free? Goosness, not wearing your glasses when you know you have a little trouble and stuff? All she wants is to spend some time with her husband, and as a husband, he should consider i spending time with her once in a while. What's the point of being in a marriage if you're not happy? Loving the banner though. Update soon!!

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Subject: TheOnlyMzBossy Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:09 pm

From:

••♥••TheOnlyMzBossy••♥••

Sent: 6/29/2008 6:41 PM

It has been nearly two months since I read a story,and actually thought it was good enough to review it.Take.me.AWAY is exactly on my level of writing,I can really visualize whats going on,and thats important.I just love your descriptions,your an amazing writer.I think Damien is a-work-acholic,but I understand that he came along way,and don't want to lose his job,thats reasonable.Still,he need to give Aloree some time also,he just can't put his work over his woman,thats not right.Im so anxious to here more mami,update very soon.

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Subject: Rara Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:12 pm

From:

₪Chris_Brown_Wifey₪2

Sent: 6/29/2008 8:13 PM

She's an attention whore but yet.
he needs to realize his wife needs him, his wife is just takin over his mind.
i would really hate that because he really dont have no time for her anymore.
poor thing, and whatshe doin goin to the computer ?? ooooooo update soon.

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Subject: Sunni614 Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:13 pm

From:

Sunni614

Sent: 6/30/2008 10:49 AM

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! This sounds good. And Damien is an ass hole who in the hell told him to ignore hi wife, what's he going to do when he retires and she hate him!??!?!?! He'll be salty then huh! Update soon please!!!!!

Sunni~

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