My Liar's Moon

“I don’t think he particularly liked your answers but I adored them.” I said smiling from ear to ear.

“I don’t care.  He doesn’t run my life now or ever.  Let him get a crush on someone else.  You’re the only man I want in my life right now Jack.”

She held me tightly as we gracefully moved across the floor.  I glanced back at Travis who looked like someone who just found out he was about to be a loser in the Russian Roulette contest.  His face was without emotion or expression as a person in a slow burn.  I noticed his hands seemed to be firmly gripped tight making a fist.  A fist fueled by frustration.  His eyes recorded our every move.  I looked and smiled at Maria for just a moment than my eyes moved back to Travis, but he was gone.

We stayed at Kelly’s for a little while longer.  Through the rest of the evening the name ‘Travis’ never resurfaced.  When we left I respected Maria’s request to not accompany me back to the trailer with the possibility of Travis still being there.  I kissed her and bid her farewell out by her car.

I proceeded to return home.  I didn’t see Travis anywhere around the trailer so I entered.  I had no idea if he was going to come back to spend the night or not after what transpired earlier this evening.  I left the front door unlocked just in case he came back to full fill his two-night commitment.  That way I wouldn’t have to get up to let him in.  Besides, I thought it was for the best that I not get into a conversation with him.

I had found my relaxing point where I was starting to drift to slumber-land when I heard the front door open and light being turned on.  There was a moment of silence then the slow unwavering footsteps heading down the hall toward my room.  As the door slowly opened I pretended to be asleep.  He paused for a moment then moved into the room.  I could feel his presence very close to me.  Then gradually the temperature around my temple became cooler and I heard a click as he cocked his revolver.  All kinds of thought enter my head and rushed trough my panicked brain.  I tried to act like I didn’t know he was even there.

That moment, which seemed like an eternity with a gun barrel almost touching my skin, finally came to a conclusion.  Warmer air brushed back against my skin as I heard the gun’s hammer being eased back into place.  I listened to the sound of him leaving my bedroom and shutting the door abruptly.