reyna & ben

I sit at the bar, holding my face in my hands. I swipe angrily at the tears running down my face, knowing they'll be replaced soon. I finally pull the wedding band off my finger and stare at it, allowing my shoulders to shake violently. I miss her, so much. I can't do it. I jam the ring back on my finger, and think of the line in her letter, about how she doesn't want to talk to me anymore. I glance up and notice a blond spinning on the pole. I blink and look closer, realizing it's Reyna. She stares blankly out into the crowd and I sigh, knowing she hates this. She must, especially after her dad. I watch for a while, unable to ignore how harshly she thrusts her tan, protruding hips forward, bringing her into the pole, the expression on her face seductive and inviting- until you see the hatred in her eyes, the hatred of everyone around her, and the hatred of herself. I find myself wanting her, wanting my cousin. I bite my lip and try to push the feelings away, but as she keeps twisting her body, keeps beckoning me in, and as the alcohol blurs my judgement, I watch more intently, noticing for the first time how absolutely adorable she is, how lustrous. And I want her so badly. She steps off the platform and slinks over to the bar, her cleavage leans in close to my face and I shiver slightly, wanting to touch my lips to her breasts. It takes me a moment to realize she's talking to me. "Ben!" She's hissing, "What are you doing here?" I shake my head and pull her into me. She makes a surprised squeaking noise. "Ben!" I ignore her and kiss her lips, I'm ashamed to say quite forcefully. She looks sort of disgusted, but kisses me back anyway. I feel myself become more aggressive, and Reyna glances to the side, perhaps at the bar owner, and I bring my hand into her ass, making her yelp, and as she stares at me I know I'm doing something unforgivable. I continue to spank her hard, and she just goes along with it. 

I hold out ninety dollars to Reyna and she blinks. "Ben, just go away." I shake my head. "Take it. I'm sorry." She lets me mold her fingers around the roll of cash and I pull her into a hug. She stiffens. "Would you just get out?" "Reyna..." "Get out! Just go, please! Leave me alone." I step out of the hug and touch her jawline before hurrying out of the bar. When I look back in the window, she's squeezing her lips together, and running a hand through her hair, something I happen to know is her method to stop crying.

When someone knocks on my door, I figure it's Blanche, playing our ding dong ditch game and leaving a furby on the porch again. But when I open the door, it's Reyna. She's crying, and she's moving her hand through her hair and her teeth have sunken into her lip. I blink. "Reyna, what's wrong?" She steps inside and collapses into the couch. "Ben, you're such an idiot!" I close the door and sit next to her. "How do you mean that?" She sniffs. "I'm pregnant!" "What?" "I'm pregnant and it's probably your baby!"