A Perfect Passion by Piper Kay Read Free Book Online

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    “ Tell me, about the issues with relationships.” God, I sound like fucking Dr. Phil.
    “I don’t do them well. I’ve learned that when you let things in , or too close, they get messed up.” He lowers his head to our hands and rests against them.
    “ I understand to a certain point. In other words, you’re human.”
    “I wish it was that easy. I keep people at an arms’ length distance for their protection and mine alike.”
    “Are you talking about Marcy?”
    “No not Marcy. That wasn’t a big deal, I figured it was going no-where quick, so I didn’t emotionally attach or anything like that. Have you ever been in love Damien?”
    “Yes, once. Why?”
    “How did you feel about him, didn’t you want to give your all to him? Then feel betrayed at some point, that you did that?”
    “ First off, he was a she. I was married once Dax, her name was Nickie. We divorced four years ago. I was married for three.  I get being in love. I was head over heels with Nickie, and had my heart broken when she decided she wanted a divorce. Hell thinking about it now still hurts.”
    “I just assumed…”
    “That I have always been gay?” I shake my head side to side and give him a sly grin.
    “Well, yes .” He squirms in his chair.
    “I’m bisexual. There was only one wife, and two men. One lasted about a week, the other was Aaron not lasting much longer. I told you, I've licked the flavors of life.”
    “My first love was a girl named Carrie. It lasted about a year and a half, but I’m still not sure if I’ve gotten past her emotionally.”
    “I’m sorry Dax.” I squeeze his hand tighter.
    “Thank you. T he other person, the one thing that hurt worse than anything in my life, is my brother, Dale.”
    “What happened?”
    Dax pulls his hand back from my grip, takes a drink and lights up a smoke. I light another cigarette too and wait until he’s ready to talk. Dax is sizing me up and down in his mind, I feel it.
    “My brother was my best friend. I should have been with him and everything might have been so different.”
    Dax’s face turns red, and he takes several quick draws on the cig, like a chain smoker. After, he inhales a couple long deep breaths. He begins to speak again.
    “We had a thing about going muddin’ down at Spring Creek. We’d always done it, since back when we were in high school, everyone did. One Saturday night, I had a date, and blew him off. Dale, and one of our friends, went to the creek without me.” He inhales a long, hard drag. “They were drinking, everyone did when they went bogging. They crossed down the paths through the woods that led to the creek. When they got there, they saw another four wheel drive, stuck out in the sand barge in the creek. Of course Dale backed up to the guys, hooking up the ‘come-along’ to the dude’s bumper and yanked him out. The guys were happy and appreciative, so they all sat down, and had a couple beers together.”
    With another drag, he snubs his smoke out in the ashtray. “Young, drunk guys do what most drunk guys do, talk shit. Dale got an earful, and he got up and went to untie all the straps then come home. His buddy helped him. Dale never saw it coming, the guy punched our friend, and Dale jumped in to help him. Unable to keep his eye on all of the guys at the same time, one of them hit him. He caught a tire iron across his skull, he was killed instantly.” Dax tears up.
    “Oh God!” What do I even say to something like that?
    “See that's on me, all of me. If I would have only been there, I could have stopped it.” Red-faced, he shakes his head, and flings a tear off of his cheek.
    I reach out to him, using my thumb to dry his tear trail. “You don’ t know that though. You might have been killed too.”
    “Maybe, but the end result is still the same…pain and hurt. This is why I don’t do relationships. When I get close to things, they disappear on me one way or another.” He lights another