Mending a Lost Will Prologue - Part 1
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Hey Guys. This is the Prologue to Mending a Lost Will set two years before Chapter 1. After talking a lot with Dineit (who is doing the Epilogue or (Spoiler) Maybe a sequel), he agreed to let me write the Prologue, so I'm looking forward to filling some big freaking shoes!! hehe
Phey interrupted by pulling me into a passionate kiss. My emotions acted up all at once. I immediately lost myself in his embrace. I felt naturally connected with him.
It was like this was meant to be. His mouth tasted sweet. He seemed to be enjoying my taste as well. I finally pulled away when I wasn't able to breathe.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
Startled, we both stared at the bathroom door. Sam stared back furiously.
***** Two Years Previous *****
Day 1
I knew what was coming before it did, and felt the tell-tale signs of my blushing behind my fur creep up on me. I turned to face the kitchen door as three of the guests entered slowly, the blonde form of my girlfriend leading with a cake in both hands. A familiar chorus started up and I immediately buried my head under my pawsat an attempt to drown the horribly embarrassing singing out.
"Happy Birthday to you!"
I can't believe they're making this much fuss.
"Happy birthday to you!"
Oh God this song lasts forever...
"Happy Birthday dear Sco-tty"
Please let it end!
"Happy Birthday to you!". The final note was dragged out and followed by a few embarrassing cheers.
"C'mon Scotty, I didn't make this just so you could ignore it!" A muffled voice said close by. Looking up, I was startled to see Sam's eyes staring back into my own from about a foot away, at least it felt like that. She smiled and pulled back, revealing the chocolate cake. Layers of sponge with chocolate sauce, sprinkles, icing... Boy it looked good, and it smelled even better.
I rolled my eyes and smirk, before taking in a deep, theatrical breath, and blowing out all twenty one candles in one long blow. More cheers, and before I know it the night is coming to an abrupt end. The cake was half gone, and people's stomachs are full. Just as the final guests were leaving and I was contemplating crashing on the couch, Sam's phone begun to ring.
Her ears perked up all of a sudden and she glances at me for a moment as she saw the name of the Caller ID. She slowly walked to the other room so that her voice would be muffled. If I could have been bothered to notice, I would've heard that she was talking in whispers, but my mind was on the cake that was slowly digesting in my engorged belly.
Sleep started to slowly creep up on me as I lay there in the dimly lit, messy apartment, and right as I was on the cusp of that sweet embrace, Sam opened the door and walked out, re-applying her previous lipstick.
"I'm going out hun, work called me in late" she said casually, to which I only grunted back. Sleep is all I could think of, so I slipped into it's comfort.
My eyes snapped open. Sam works a a Hairdressers. Open nine til five.
Why would they have called her in? Has something happened? The thoughts ran through my head as I could only wonder what she could be doing.
Coming back to my groggy senses, I realised I should probably check up if everything was okay I dragged myself from the sofa and walked, zombie-like, towards my phone. Dialing Sam's number I yawned loudly, before being interrupted by the sound of a calm female voice telling me that 'The person you are calling is not available. Please leave a message after the tone'.
For fuck sake... She never has her phone on when she's going out.
"Hey babe I'm, uh... I'm gonna go ahead and grab some sleep, we'll tidy this up in the morning... Let me know what happens with work, hope everything's okay". I finished the message to the tone of a high beep. I switched the phone off completely and almost stumbled on my way through to the bedroom where I collapsed onto the double bed, snoring within minutes without even bothering to get undressed.
I opened my eyes, wide awake all of a sudden, and looking around the dark room. I sat up slowly, running a hand through my mane as my arm travels to Sam's form next to me in bed. I look over to see an empty space. Suddenly, a chill fills the air as a slow, regular, yet somehow distant beat starts up. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Intrigued, I get to my feet and leave through the door to the small hallway... My heartbeat began to match the quickening pace of the alien noise as my feet tred quietly towards the living room. Reaching the end of the hall I turn the corner and-...
The rest of the dream faded as quickly as it had come along, being replaced with the bliss of deep sleep.
Day 2
Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-...
I pushed my heavy paw hard against my alarm clock, silencing it instantly. I laid my head back down against the bed, feeling the result of last nights' alcohol indulgence pounding at my head like a pissed off boxer. Figuring I'd better get up I slowly moved my legs over the sides of the bed and rubbed my eyes. Sam let out a groan beside me, before turning over again to sleep.
Reckoning that the only times it was safe to wake a sleeping woman was if it was snowing, or a celebrity had died, I got up on my own and pulled on a pair of scruffy old jeans.
Two hours later I was sat on the sofa, the new laptop I'd gotten from Phey sitting beside me as I browsed various sites, looking for something to stimulate my overworked brain. I decided I should check my emails for the third time, and to my surprise (and happiness) I found a new email from Kurt, an old college bear who I still kept in touch with.
I shut the email as I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. As if I didn't get enough junk, Kurt has to go sending me bullshit like that... "Dye your fur for only 10 bucks dude! I'm going this Saturday, email me back if you're game!!". As if...
"Like your new computer, then?" Sam asked as she walked past me to the kitchen without waiting for a response.
"You have Mail" said my laptop. I clicked it open, another from Kurt, this time with pictures detailing different furs with dyed fur, some looking alright, but most looking ridiculous. I snorted as I saw a lioness posing sexily, or as best she could, with bright pink fur, and a lime green heart across her back. I almost laughed when I saw another lion, this time male, with a normal furred head, and a body designed like a Racoons.
The pictures kept me busy for about ten minutes before Sam came back through, a cup of tea in one hand and her phone in the other. She sat on the opposite Sofa, legs folded under her.
"You never answered the question Scotty!" she said suddenly, sounding a little pissed. "How's your laptop?"
"It's... Fine, why?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
"Oh Nothing" she said in that Dramatic way. I sat back, placed my hands over eachother and closed my eyes, waiting for her to crack.
One...
Two...
Aaand...
"It's just... it looks very expensive, you know? Why would Phelan just go sending you that?" she asked quickly.
Smirking, I replied "Well... I did tell him I'm saving up for one, and he's been getting a lotta cash recently? Maybe he just thought it would be nice, we've been friends since High School y'know".
No reply, just the sound of her drinking her tea. Awkwardness filled the air. Looking back down at the email I gained an evil thought... and decided to see how far I could push Sam before she snapped.
"Hey Babe..." I waited for a reply.
"...What?"
"Kurt's gonna go get his furr dyed purple. Crazy huh?"
"Yeah, well, I always knew he was a faggot anyway... Guess now he's choosing to put a fucking neon board over his head to show it, huh?" she said angrily, as though annoyed at me for even mentioning it.
"Well he invited me to go watch, he thought it'd be fun you know." Inside I was laughing at what was to come.
"What, today? You're not gonna go, are ya?"
"Saturday, and probably, yeah. Film it, y'know... Be fun. You wanna come?"
"I would rather stick my head in a bin..." she said matter-of-factly, flicking her hair from her eyes as she stared across at me. She gave me a wink and smirked, before picking up a remote and turning on the TV.
I waited until she was done sifting through the channels to make my move.
"So what colour should I get mine done?"
Sam choked on her tea, and took her time getting back to a state where she could speak. "You what...?"
"My furr, what colour should I dye it? I was thinking magenta would look good on m-.."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she interrupted quickly.
There you guys go - Hope you enjoyed it. Depending on the feedback I'll go ahead and start writing Part 2!