He went back.
No matter how violent, abusive and toxic their relationship had become, he’d always come back to her.
It would always begin and end the same as it did before, and Chris knew that, contemplating hanging up as the phone rung. Just as he came close to it, she picked up.
Her voice had given him a regretful but comforting feeling. He knew that calling her would only open old wounds and resurrect dead feelings, but in the back of his mind is where she always laid waiting. Deep within his heart was a soft spot that had always been reserved for her and her only.
He responded to her Hello by speaking her name in a soft hurtful tone of voice. She instantly knew that it was him. Though the number was different and times had changed, his voice was always one that she would never forget. She had heard so much pain and love from that voice.
A silence had come in between their gap of greeting. Chris had promised himself that this would never happen again. Nadia had done the same, but her heart had always craved him, and her mind would often obsess over him.
The conversation went exactly as it occured five years ago. First catching up on things as if they were nothing more than old friends. They both didn’t dare speak on current relationships or marital status, though the subject sat on the edge of their lips, waiting to be asked.
It was as if everything said and done in the past had just dissapeared from their history, but they both had never forgave and forgot. The abuse, and unfaithfulness, the history that hovered over them like dark clouds that could erupt with acid rain at any moment, at any time one of them decides to reflect upon a dark period in their past. But they’ve always kept it clean and played cool in their first conversation since splitting apart. It always played out the same. Nothing changed but their age.
There it came, the point in the conversation where they’d hit a dead end with their friendly gimmick. One of them would often feel compelled to come out and confess their true feelings. It was Chris this time, opening up completely by saying that he missed her. This shocked Nadia completely as he had never said it before.
She sat quietly for a minute before repeating the three words back to him in a voice that sounded as if she were about to cry. She was, she hid it with a chuckle at the end of her comment.
It had been too long. Five years had passed by slowly, feeling more like ten.
“Can I come see you?” Chris asked as if he was lost helpless and weak in the world. Nadia could no longer hold her tears back. “Yes” she whispered while crying. Five years and it almost felt like the last time was indeed the last time they would ever speak.
There he was, guilty of standing in the same apartment hallway, knocking on the same door that he did some five years ago.
There was still time to turn around and leave – his thoughts.
Every time that he would contemplate turning back on her, Nadia would be right there before he could. Chris raised his head at the sound of the door locks being unchained and turned.
The door opened slowly as Nadia stood in casual wear that she had just changed into from her pajama lounge clothes. She was as beautiful as she was the first day that he met her.
She was a sight for sore eyes. Her hair was long and curly, as if she had just came from out of the shower. Her eyes were filled with both sadness and lonliness, though Nadia could probably have any man that she wanted, inside she would always feel alone with her thoughts and emotions.
No man could ever truly understand or appreciate the real her, so she kept the real her hidden. The only person to ever see that side of her is standing In the hallway. She slightly smiled and let him in.
Chris stared at her butt as she walked into the living room. He always loved how her hips and ass would move when she walks. He took a seat on the couch before Nadia selected the loveseat. She wasn’t ready to be so close to him just yet.
He looks around to admire what she has done with the place since he last visited. He remembers how things were then. Broken framed photos, papers scattered about, and a couple of fist holes in the wall. Just some of the cosmetic damage from their early fights. She has definitely taken good care of herself since then, he thought.
The apartment brought back many terrible memories. God knew that these two were never meant to be together, yet for some odd reason they come back to each other, as if they had failed in the outside world and returned home… Home.
The inevitable happened, they knew that it would.
They both laid in bed breathing heavily while looking at the ceiling. The room was dark and humid. The sex was as good as any other makeup sex they have ever had in the past. It was unemotional rough sex. But it was good nonetheless. They fucked as if they wanted to kill each other. And there they were, bitter enemies laying together in bed.
Nadia layed her head on his chest to listen to his heart beat, something she had never done with any man that she has slept with in the past. Chris was different.
Chris slowly ran his hand through her hair as her heavy breathing calmed. It was the best sex that he has ever had. He and Nadia always had great sexual chemistry, but that was never the case when he had slept with any other woman. Nadia was different.
He knew how to fuck her the way she likes it. She always loved how he held her after sex. No man had ever held and touched her like he did. She missed that.
“I missed you bad.” she confessed as her hands trembled, hoping that the feeling was mutual.
“I missed you more.” he replied. Nadia heard his deep voice from his chest. She knew that he was being honest. She knew him better than any woman.
Nothing mattered to them at that moment. They felt that they were made for each other, laying together to make the a perfect picture for their relationship. If only it could stay that way forever. If only it was love.
They both knew where it would go and how long it would last. They’ve been through this before. Yet still, knowing of the dead end ahead, they walk together well aware of the heartbreak, betrayal and abusive that they are sure to put each other through.
He always comes crawling back when the world fails him. She always comes crying back when men fail her, and they always end up failing each other. But no matter how violent, abusive and toxic they’re relationship is, there is no place like home.