Where Do We Go from Here?
"I'm leaving," he said as she walked in the door.
"Where are you going?"
"When will you be back?"
He gave her the briefest look over his shoulder and said, "I can't believe you would ask me that with his dick still on your breath."
"Don't yell my name in outrage, Suzan!" He practically spit her name when he said it. He'd rounded on her now and fire burned in his eyes. "You've been playing me for a fool for so god damned long that you think I am one."
"Oh," she said as she crossed her arms, "this again."
"This again? You killed my monk and played in Mike's campaign without me!"
"Jesus," she said as he smiled and leaned against the wall, "my Mother said I shouldn't marry you."
"She also told you that you should put a quarter between your knees and eat bananas from the side because that's how good girls do it."
Suzan smiled, "Yeah, Mom was dumb sometimes."
He walked over and pulled her tight to him, kissing her hard and taking her breath away in the process. "I'll be back in a couple of hours dear heart." His voice was soft and Suzan was tingly from the kiss that curled her toes and made her head swim.
"Not too long, okay?"
"I'll try not to be gone so long this time, but you know how hunting can be."
She bit her lip as she looked into his eyes. The hunts had been more frequent lately, more dangerous too. Last month John had gone into the south forest with Max Elmore, Jane's husband, only to come back alone and bleeding terribly from the hip. They still hadn't found Max's body. "Do you have to go?"
John smiled at her, his beard making the whites of his teeth stand out even more than usual, "You know that I do."
"But your leg isn't healed all the way yet."
"Suzan," he said as he looked towards the door, "you can't start this."
"But your leg," she whispered, "you still have a limp."
"I'll be fine, dear."
"Isn't there anyone else that can go this time?"
He smiled, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "Not this time, no."
He was out the door before she could stop him. She ran to the door and watched him grab his rifle and head towards the forest. She wanted to scream they still haven't found Max's body. She wanted to cry out and race from their home to his side. She wanted to tackle him and drag him kicking and screaming back inside their home. She wanted to rip her clothes off and bare herself before him, pulling him into her bed and keeping him there but she stopped herself. He was already at the top of the hill before she could tear her gaze away from him. I can't watch him go or he'll never make it back. She ran into their room and fell on the bed, her eyes wet from tears that were already streaming, and cried out, "THEY STILL HAVEN'T FOUND THE BODY!"
They never found John's either.