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her life sucked and she had made it
that way.
     

     
    RYDER TOOK A quick shower then began
scavenging the kitchen for food. He dug out the bacon and eggs and began
preparing breakfast. He heard the door open and shut. Peeking from the kitchen
he saw Corbin walking through. She looked as if she had been crying.
    “I am making some bacon and eggs. Do you want some?”
    Corbin didn’t answer him. She went into her bedroom and shut
the door. Ryder shrugged, thinking she was probably still upset from the Rob
episode, and then continued with making his food. As he was cooking he found
himself humming the tune to Lips of an Angel. He felt arms wrap around his
waist and kisses on his back. Corbin, he thought to himself. He turned a
planted his sly smile on his face, Stella stared up at him.
    “Why don’t you come to my room and sing to me,” she purred.
He stared up at the ceiling then slowly pushed her hands away. He took her
hands in his.
    “Stella, you are a great girl but I am just not interested
in you like that.” He watched a frown appear on her face. A year earlier he
would have jumped at the chance to hit the sack with her. She yanked her hands
away from his.
    “You are such a tease.” She crossed her arms.
    Ryder chuckled. “Why am I a tease?”
    “You are always flirting with me. I mean last night we
danced and talked. I told you personal stuff.”
    “It’s just my nature, I guess. I didn’t mean to throw mixed
signals at you.” In the back of his mind he replayed the night. The band was
mediocre, and he was warned numerous times to stay away from the Muscello
chicks. Stella was sloshed off her ass and kept groping him and clinging to
him.
    “Just your nature, huh? You are a bastard.” A flash of anger
went through him.
    “If you want the truth, Stella, you were the one who was
flirting or should I say practically raping me. I had to pull your hands from
my pants multiple times.” Ryder couldn’t believe he was complaining about that.
He felt like such a girl.
    “No I didn’t,” Stella huffed.
    “Ah, yes you did. You got down on your knees and begged to
give me head, in front of a group of people at the bar.” He gestured to his
crotch.
    “Fuck you.” Stella flipped him off.
    “No thanks.” Ryder turned away and mixed his eggs. He heard
a door slam shut. He threw the whisk into the sink.
    Living with three chicks is going to put me in an early
grave, he thought to himself.
    “Fuck!” he shouted. He grabbed his shirt and stormed out of
the apartment. He stomped down the stairs and then sat on the bottom one. He
lit a cigarette and rubbed his forehead. His thoughts drifted back to the day
before his accident. His band was well on their way to getting a contract. He
remembered the excitement he felt as he sat in the label’s office and talked
about their music, his songs. They were so close, and then he messed up the whole
deal by going on a bender of coke and hard liquor. His band mates begged him
not to get on his motorcycle. The next thing he remembered was waking up in a
hospital. His band broke up and his bike destroyed.
    “Fucked all that up by yourself, dipshit,” Ryder said aloud.
He picked up a rock and threw it against the storage shed. The sound of it
hitting the shed set off some car alarms. Ryder shook his head then stood and
walked down the alley.

 

     
     
    CORBIN FELT AS if she had been
having an out of body experience for the past few weeks. No contact with Rob,
her Mom had progressed further into Alzheimer’s, and sexual tension ensued at
the apartment. She kept to herself and spent most of her free time in her room.
Normally she would have been excited for the weekend to come and to see her
favorite band Filthy Wilma, but she couldn’t seem to get out of the funk she
was in. It was Saturday and she opted to do a little overtime. She clocked out
at work grabbed her favorite beer and headed for home.
    Ryder had gotten a job at RJP the local grain processing
plant and