Before I start into the final part of this story, I just wanted to say a quick thank you to anyone who’s made it this far! As I’m sure you guys can tell, I’m kind of learning as I go here, so I truly value all the amazing feedback I’ve received. I definitely appreciate being able to share a little bit of my warped imagination with you all, and hopefully some of you have enjoyed it as well!
But seriously, thanks again, and here’s the conclusion to Runaway Fantasy…
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Runaway Fanatasy * Thursday * (last day of the trip)
Blech. Ew. I have such an awful taste in my mouth. Although, I guess it’s more like an awful feeling than a specific taste, but it’s so dry and sticky. It’s really gross.
I’m soooooo thirsty too! And oh yeah, I’m completely naked here. And oh my god, I had sex last night!
While the disgusting feeling in my mouth is not something I’m enjoying, the realization that Mike and I made love the night before instantly brings a huge smile to my face. And as I turn and look and the big, handsome, wonderful lump sleeping next to me, I feel a sense of total contentment fill my entire body. I have everything I need, right here in this bed.
Well, maybe not everything, as I really do need to use the bathroom. Like right now!
I slip out from under the covers as gently as I can so I don’t wake up Mike, and I head into our hotel room’s bathroom to go pee. Once I’m done, I do something I never do, and that’s turn on the sink and lower my head to drink directly from the faucet. That’s how thirsty I am! And while the sink water is bubbly and refreshing, the way I lowered myself to get the drink makes me realize I kind of have a dull headache, too.
Is this something that happens after people have sex? Does it make you dehydrated or something? I guess it could if you lose too many fluids during the process, right?
I tiptoe back into the bedroom, but as I do I see that Mike’s now awake. Oops, I hope it wasn’t me that woke him!
Mike (with a pretty hoarse morning voice): “Morning, Sweetheart.”
Me (as I’m climbing back into bed naked): “Good Morning, Daddy.”
Mike pulls me into him, lining our naked bodies up from head to toe. It’s absolutely wonderful.
Mike (from very close range): “So do you remember us fucking last night?”
Me (surprised by his silly question): “Of course! How could I not?! I loved every second of it.”
Mike: “Okay good. No, I just could tell you were pretty drunk, that’s all.”
Me (putting two and two together): “Ohhhhh… is that why my mouth is so dry right now?”
Mike (chuckling): “Yeah, that’ll happen. You probably have a little bit of a hangover. But yeah, glad you remember it all then. You really passed right out afterwards though, you were snoring away within minutes.”
Ah, you know what? That’s so weird. I remember everything about dinner, and me bringing up the role play, and then Mike getting kind of angry. But it wasn’t clear if he was actually upset, or if he was just acting, and then everything kind of turned around for the better. And then I remember Mike and me having sex, and then he orgasmed inside of me, and it was all so wonderful. But then yeah, I don’t remember anything after that! I must’ve been so content and exhausted that I just zonked out. But apparently I was kind of drunk, too?
Mike: “I hope you don’t mind, Sweetie, but I did take a few more photos of you last night after you fell asleep.”
Me (quickly): “You did??”
Mike (acting like it’s not a big deal): “Yeah, you were just so beautiful lying there all naked and peaceful.”
I don’t know how I feel about this.
Actually, that’s not true. I do know how I feel about this. I’m definitely not a fan of Mike taking pictures and videos of me. Between the photos of me sleeping, and the long video of me giving him a blowjob the other night, I feel like I’d be mortified if Mike’s phone ever got hacked and someone else got ahold of these. I mean, they could put them on the internet or something where everyone could see them!
Me: “Why do you have to do that? Why do you have to take these pictures and videos of everything?”
Mike: “You have to understand.”
Mike (checking to see what time it is): “I have a flight in 3 hours and then I’m going to have to leave you.”
Me (confused by how these two topics are related, but surprised at how early his flight is): “Your flight’s in 3 hours?!?”
That’s so soon! I was planning on us having a full day together before having to say goodbye. Oh no!
Mike (matter of factly): “Yeah, I don’t have a ton of time here before I have to head to the airport. But anyway… these pictures and videos are going to be a godsend for helping me get through this time being apart from you. You have no idea how hard it’s gonna be to be away from you!”
Me (unable to ever stay upset at Mike for more than a few seconds): “Well I do think I have some idea, because it’s going to be really hard for me too! I also do kinda like the idea of you touching yourself to pictures of me while we’re apart. That’s definitely not a bad thing.”
Mike (excitedly): “Exactly! So on that note, can I take a few more of you now that you’re actually awake?”
Me (pretty sure he’s not joking): “Seriously?”
Mike (grabbing his phone and standing up): “Yeah, seriously. Here.”
And then Mike gently pulls the sheets clear off the bed leaving me lying naked and completely exposed on top of just the fitted sheet.
Mike then picks up his iPhone and starts taking pictures.
Mike: “Okay, spread yourself open. Like really open.”
Me (still just lying here on my back): “What? Like my legs?”
Mike: “Yeah, your legs and then your pussy too, like pull your lips open with your hands so I can see inside your pussy hole.”
Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Mike (as he continues to take a ton of pictures it seems): “Nice. Yeah. Oh that’s awesome. Perfect.”
Oh man, this is so embarrassing, but Mike sure does seem to like it.
Mike (gushing): “Oh your face is just so precious right now, you look so timid and innocent. It’s the perfect juxtaposition with your spread open vag.”
Me: “Yeah, this is definitely a little awkward. Sorry.”
Mike: “Oh don’t apologize, you’re doing great. These pics are gonna be awesome.”
Mike (tapping me on the thigh): “Now flip over. Get up on all fours.”
This is so weird. I feel like I’m being inspected as some sort science experiment or something.
But I humor Mike and get up on my hands and knees like he asks.
Mike (guiding me with his one free hand): “Okay, get your butt up again, just like that time I was eating your ass.”
Me (with my face down on the mattress now): “Like this?”
Mike: “Yeah, yeah, fantastic. Okay, now I want you to pull your butt open, like as wide as you can.”
I reach back and take ahold of my two butt cheeks and I spread them further than I’ve ever spread them in my entire life.
Mike: “Oh Sweetie, that’s so perfect. Just hold that.”
Mike (sounding so genuine): “Oh my god, you look so fucking unbelievably sexy right now.”
Me: “Daddy, can I ask you something?”
Mike: “Of course Sweetheart. What is it?”
Me: “I still don’t understand why you think I’m so sexy. Like it still feels weird.”
Mike (in disbelief): “Are you kidding me?!? You should see these pictures. I mean granted, you’d probably have to be a man to appreciate them, but fuck… these are so fucking hot. Trust me, I’m not joking.”
Me (with my face still pressed against the bed): “But I keep thinking back to how I just went through four years of high school without a single cute boy ever showing any interest in me. Not once. How can that be true, and the things you say about me also be true?”
Mike: “I know we talked about this a little that first night at Applebee’s, but that’s on them. They’re just boys. They’re dumbasses.”
Mike (continuing): “You have to look at it through the eyes of someone like me, a married man in his mid-forties, and then it becomes a lot more obvious.”
Me: “How so?”
Mike: “You’re 18 years old. You weigh what, the other night you said 99 pounds, or 101 depending on the day? I mean holy fuck. You have these pencil thin legs and this tiny adorable butt, and your pussy is… well… I was going to say immaculate, but after last night maybe we’ll just say… gently used? Ha. I’m just kidding, your teenaged pussy is still absolutely pristine. And then on top of that, you have the tiniest, little, adorably tight asshole that I’m staring at right now. Mmmmmmm.”
Mike (continuing): “But anyway… hypothetically… I say that because I would never actually do this… but hypothetically… if I were to show these pictures I’m taking right now to my other dad friends, they would be so fucking jealous. They’d be so pissed that I got to fuck someone like this and they didn’t.”
I’m not really liking this hypothetical very much to be honest.
Mike: “I mean right now between my friends, we’re all jealous of the one guy who has sex like once a month and his wife is still under a buck fifty.”
Me (confused): “A dollar fifty?”
Mike: “A hundred and fifty pounds.”
Mike: “But my buddies, I swear to god, would cut off their left foot to spend one day with the tiny, little adorable naked body that’s in front of me right now. They would absolutely pound the shit out of a cutie like you.”
I really don’t like hearing this. Does Mike think this is supposed to make me feel good?
Me: “But you like things about me besides just that I’m skinny, right?”
Mike (reassuringly): “Oh Sweetheart, absolutely!”
Mike: “I love so many things about you. I love your feather soft light brown hair. I love your flawlessly smooth skin. I love your little, pale pink, puffy nipples. I love the innocent patch of pubic hair that you do have, and I love your total lack of hair on every other part of your body.”
Those are all still physical things though.
Mike (almost as if he can read my mind): “But I also love how much fun we’ve had this week, too. I love laughing with you. I love that you’ve been such a good sport about using my silly coconut shampoo, and calling me Daddy, and pretending you had a boyfriend named Caleb.”
Okay, this is definitely better. This I like hearing.
Mike: “The truth is, I’ve been able to live out my biggest fantasy this week, and it’s all thanks to you. It’s been so fucking satisfying. It’s been amazing.”
Is he talking about just being here with me? Or is it possible the fantasy he’s referring to is the whole Caleb role play thing?
Me (still positioned with my face down and my butt spread open up in the air): “Can I ask you another question?”
Mike (chuckling): “Yet again, of course you can.”
Me: “Is Caleb a real person? Like is he someone you grew up with from your childhood?”
Mike laughs, and just as I’m waiting for him to answer, I feel his hand, and specifically what I’m guessing is his thumb, make contact with my clitoris.
Mike (while pressing in on the most sensitive part of my body): “It’s something like that. Some things are probably better off for you not to know though, but yeah, it’s something along those lines.”
Mike then continues to rub me, and I’m not going to lie, it feels really, really good.
Me (trying not to moan while I speak): “Did you used to have a crush on Caleb’s girlfriend?”
Mike (while rearranging himself on the bed, but continuing to stimulate my clit): “You’re very good. But I’m not going to say any more than that.”
And then I feel Mike’s warm breath. He must be inches away from my butt, and the subtle feeling of his exhale on my crack combined with his rapidly circling finger is building quite the wave of pleasure on my lower half.
Next, I feel his tongue. It makes contact with the left side of my butt’s interior, before taking a long trip up and down the edge of my crack, just missing my hole. Then he does the same thing, but to my right cheek instead of my left.
Me (softly): “Oh my god.”
And then suddenly, I feel him plunge a finger inside my vagjna while simultaneously pressing his tongue against my butthole. All of my senses short circuit into an explosion of stimulation, and despite being completely overwhelmed, it’s downright euphoric.
I let go of manually spreading my butt open as my arms and hands collapse to the bed. Meanwhile, I start giving off a subtle, low moan as I feel his digit begin penetrating me in and out, over and over again. Somehow, despite his finger making love to me, he’s still continuing to rub my clitoris, too. And the combination of these three points of contact, his thumb on my clit, his finger inside my vagina, and his tongue on my butthole, is perhaps the best physical sensation I’ve experienced on this trip yet.
And considering that I didn’t orgasm last night when we had sex, I can already tell that if he keeps doing this, there’s no doubt I’m going to come, and I’m going to come really freaking hard.
Me (with my face pressed into the bed now): “Oh, Daddy… Oh Daddy…”
Mike keeps working his magic and I can feel the orgasm starting to build.
Me (really moaning now): “Ohhhhhhhh… my god… Ohhhhhhh…”
And then Mike stops. I feel him pull his face and hands away from me, with absolutely no warning whatsoever.
No!!!!
I give him a second to wait and see if he’ll start up again, but there’s nothing. Then a few more seconds pass.
Mike: “Oh wow. That was hot. But it is just about time for us to get showered and packed up here.”
I turn to look back and up at Mike, and it’s pretty clear that he’s done. But why?!?
Me (meekly): “You don’t… you’re not… you’re not gonna touch me anymore?”
Mike (chuckling): “As they say, always leave them wanting more. Ha. Am I right? But seriously, I’m gonna jump in the shower here, but I’ll be quick so you’ll have time as well before we have to jet.”
And with that, Mike heads into the bathroom while I remain temporarily frozen in this completely exposed position. My butt’s in the air, but soon enough I collapse down onto the bed and reluctantly accept the fact that it’s time to get ready to go.
I start to gather my things into the small rollaway suitcase I brought for the trip. It’s weird packing while completely naked, but I figure there’s no point to put clothes on now just to take them off in a couple of minutes when I jump in the shower.
I set aside an outfit for the drive home, but I pack the rest of my clothes, which thanks to the laundry we did yesterday, are mostly clean. I obviously make sure to pack the two presents I got from Mike this week, the thrift shop Taylor Swift t-shirt as well as the little stuffed panda bear Mike won for me at the bowling alley.
I get my things mostly corralled and true to his word, Mike’s done with his shower rather quickly so I head on in to get clean myself.
Once I’m out, dressed and ready to go, I see Mike has also packed up all of his stuff and he’s moved our suitcases out near the door of the hotel room, and that’s when it really starts to hit home. I have to leave Mike. I have to say goodbye. And while I know we’ll see each other again soon, without a concrete plan in place yet it feels extra frightening to leave the man I love.
Mike: “So I just did a sweep of the rooms, and I think we’re all good but it might be worth you double-checking just in case.”
Me (with much more pressing worries on my mind): “When am I going to see you again, Mike?”
Mike (sympathizing with my state of mind): “It’s gonna be okay, Becca, I promise. We’ll figure something out. But I’ll tell you what, tonight after I get home, I’ll try to figure out a way for me to slip away and give you a FaceTime call. Does that sound good?”
Me: “That does. I’m gonna need that.”
Mike then gives me a soft, sweet, and pleasantly long closed mouth kiss on the lips.
I can’t control myself and two separate tears start to roll down each of my cheeks.
Mike (while catching one of the tears with his finger): “You’re still gonna have to keep calling me Daddy though, okay Sweetheart?”
Me (with a small laugh through my crying state): “Okay, Daddy.”
Me (starting to regain my composure just a tiny bit): “And then can we starting figuring out the plan for the next time we’re gonna see each other?”
Mike: “Sure thing, Sweetie. I can’t wait.”
This makes me smile, both inside and out.
Mike (pulling out his phone to check the time): “Okay, we definitely should get on the road here.”
I feel a little better about leaving now. I’m still so sad about saying goodbye to Mike, but I at least feel like I have enough composure to make the drive home. As I look at Mike checking his iPhone, I do have to admit it’ll be nice to finally have my own phone again, too. And it’ll be nice to hug my family as well. As much as we’ve had our differences, and even with the amazing time I’ve had here being away, there’s no doubt I do miss them dearly.
Okay this is it. Mike finishes loading both of our things into our separate cars, and then he takes ahold of my hands.
Mike (while staring so deeply into my soul): “I love you so much, Sweetheart.”
Me (wishing there was something stronger I could say but I don’t know what it would be): “I love you more than anything, Daddy.”
He gives me a kiss, and then he opens his car door and gets in. He slowly backs out, gives me a wave, and then he heads off. I stand and watch him leave, and only once he’s completely out of sight do I finally get into my own car. It’s time to head home.
I have a little under two hours of driving ahead, but that should give me plenty of time to prep for how upset my parents are going to be when I get there. One benefit of leaving this early in the day is I assume my dad will still be at work when I first get home. He’s the one I’m most worried about so his not being there is probably a good thing. Although, I guess I should consider the possibility that my mom and dad have totally lost it over my disappearance and my dad has had to take off work this whole week. I hope that didn’t happen though, as that definitely wouldn’t be good.
Oh well. I guess there’s no point in worrying about what might happen as I’ll just deal with it when I get there. To be honest, the only thing I’m actually worried about right now is when I’m going to get to see Mike again! I know it sounds so lame, but I miss him so much already.
I wonder if our next meetup could be somewhere tropical? Like at a resort on a beach or something? That would be so incredible. I obviously don’t have the money to buy a flight myself, but maybe Mike would? It could be like an early Christmas present or something to me.
To be honest though, I’d meet him anywhere he wanted. I’d drive hours and hours just to meet at a Denny’s for lunch if I knew Mike was going to be there. Oh that probably sounds like I’m making fun of Denny’s. Denny’s is fine, it was just the first random restaurant that popped into my mind, ha.
But beyond these meetings, I think what I’d love most of all is just to have an everyday life with Mike. That would be so amazing. Like I could stay at our house during the day and then be there every evening to greet him when he comes home from work.
He’s mentioned multiple times how his wife doesn’t appreciate what he does for his family, but that definitely wouldn’t be a problem with me. Now, the one tricky thing is I’m going to need to learn how to cook, as I don’t have the first clue about how to actually make any sort of a meal that doesn’t involve mac and cheese from a box. But I think I can do it! My mom’s a really good cook so maybe I’ll just have to start paying more attention when she’s making us dinner.
But I can see it now. Mike comes home from a long day at the office, and I’m there waiting for him with one of his favorite vodka drinks already made. As he takes the first sip, he sits down on the couch and turns on the television to one of his sports games. I take off his shoes to help get him nice and comfy, and then I check in with him to ask about his day.
If it seems like maybe he didn’t have the best day, then I’ll know I need to give him a little pick-me-up. I’ll subtly push our coffee table out of way, get down on my knees in front of him and unbuckle his pants. I’ll pull those off and bring his undies down with them, and then once he’s naked from the waste down I’ll start giving him the best blowjob I can.
How could he not like that, right? He’ll be unwinding with his drink, his sports, and his favorite girl doing everything she can to make him feel good. If he wanted me to, I’d even get down real low, push his legs up into the air, and start licking his butthole, just the way he likes it! Although doing that might make it harder for him to see the television, ha.
But the bottom line is I would love this life. I’d love doing everything I could to make Mike happy, because he makes me so happy. It’s just the best feeling.
I’ll tell you what, all this daydreaming is definitely making the drive go faster. I’m already off the highway and almost to my house! Part of me is definitely excited to be home again, but there’s no doubt I’m nervous about how upset my parents are going to be. The one thing I know for sure though is that no matter what their reaction is, this trip was totally worth it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
As I pull onto my street and get my first glimpse of our house, wouldn’t you know it, I can see my brother Corey is out on our driveway playing basketball. Oh I’m excited to see him! I definitely missed my fellow partner in crime.
And now he sees the car. He’s staring right at me so I give him a wave, and then he turns and shouts something inside, I’m guessing to my parents? Well the jig is up, here we go!
I park at the end of the driveway so I don’t disturb Corey’s basketball shooting, and just as I turn the engine off I see my mom come rushing out the front door. She’s on the phone though, and as soon I step out of the driver’s side door she comes running up to give me a hug.
Mom (into the phone): “Yeah she’s here. She’s safe… looks fine. I’ll get the full story and let you know, but you’ve missed enough work already so no need to leave early again or anything.”
That must be my dad. And I’m already feeling guilty over that comment just now about how much work he’s missed. Crap!
My mom hangs up, and gives me a real hug.
Mom (kind of panicky): “Are you okay? Are you fine?”
Me (trying to be as calm and reassuring as possible): “Yes Mom, I’m totally fine. I was never in any danger whatsoever.”
Mom (with her two hands on my shoulders): “Okay, then where the hell have you been?!?”
Wow, my mom never curses. Like ever. So the fact that she even just said even a minor swear word like ‘hell’ means she must be pissed.
Now obviously I’ve thought about what I’m going to say right now, but to be honest, my main plan is to try and keep all my answers as vague as possible. I know that’s easier said than done, however.
Me (kind of, basically telling the truth): “I went to go spend a few days with a friend. It was no big deal, but I just needed some time away.”
Mom (impatiently): “Who?!? Who did you go see? Where do they live??”
Me (obviously lying now): “It was just a friend from school. You’ve never met them before.”
Corey: “Them. Interesting. Boy? Girl? NB?”
Mom: “Are you dating someone?!?”
Corey: “Yeah, boyfriend, girlfriend? What’re we talking about here?”
Me (figuring this is the answer that will elicit the fewest follow up questions): “Not that it’s any of your business, but my friend is a girl, but I’m not gay. She’s just a friend.”
Mom (looking more skeptical than angry now): “Okay, well you do know it would be okay if you were…”
Mom (after a pause): “…gay, you know.”
Me (actually feeling relieved at how we’re already getting off topic): “Geez Mom, yes, I know it would be fine. But I promise you I’m straight.”
Corey: “I don’t know, Bec. Those khakis you used to wear all freshman year might beg to differ.”
My brother’s a punk, but I definitely missed the kid.
Me (sarcastically): “Ha, ha, Corey.”
And then I lean in and give him a hug.
Mom: “Okay, well I’m going back in to give your father another call, but when he gets home we’re obviously going to sit down and talk through all of this. But I’m glad you’re home, and I’m glad you’re safe, but I can promise you, your father and I are both extremely upset at how you went going about this little excursion to your friend’s house.”
As my mom heads inside, my little brother turns back to me once again.
Corey: “But seriously, glad you’re back.”
Me (feeling pretty good right now): “Thanks, Corey.”
Corey: “And thanks for doing this, by the way.”
Me (a little unsure what Corey means but I assume there’s a joke coming): “Why thanks?”
Corey: “Because from now on, any shit I get into is going to be nothing compared to the stress and worry you gave Mom and Dad this entire week!”
Me (feeling legitimately bad): “Ugh. Were they really that worried?”
Corey: “It’s fine. They’ll be fine. They just love you.”
Me: “I know. Okay. Well thanks for being here for them, and I hope it wasn’t that bad.”
Corey (reassuringly): “It wasn’t. Glad you’re home though, Bec.”
I definitely love my little brother, and I can tell he loves me too. And speaking of people who love me… I cannot wait to connect with Mike and let him know I made it home!
I grab my suitcase from the car and walk into our house and up to my room. Corey goes about his own thing, so once I confirm the coast is clear, I retrieve my iPhone from the secret stuffed animal hiding spot I had placed it in last Sunday.
I’m so glad to have my phone back!!
I boot it up, and while it takes a minute to turn on, all I can think about is letting Mike know that I’m home, my parents aren’t that mad, and most importantly how much I already miss him! I’m guessing he might already be on the plane by now, but if not, I’ll have to send him a message and see if we can FaceTime really quick before he takes off. Mike had also said we can FaceTime tonight, so I should get to see him at some point today, no matter what.
You know what else I’m excited about?? Finally having his real contact info! Up until this trip, we had only ever corresponded through Reddit and this messaging app called Kik that Mike suggested we use. All of the apps I normally use with my friends, mainly Insta, Snap, and WhatsApp, Mike had said we should stay away from in order to make sure his wife never accidentally came across any messages from me. But it’ll be so cool to actually get to FaceTime him now!
But anyhoo, my phone is finally back! I mistakenly punch in my normal passcode on the first attempt before remembering that Mike had me change it to a new one. But once I get the correct code in there, the first thing I notice is a ton of notifications popping up! 412 unread text messages, ha. That’ll be a chore to go through, but first things first, let me message Mike.
I pop open Reddit and head to my messages, but for some reason I don’t see my usual thread with Mike. That’s weird. It’s normally right here in this spot. I navigate to my list of friends, and I see the couple of people I’ve friend requested over the years on Reddit, and it’s showing all 5 of those. Although, maybe it was 6 before? And what the hell?!? Mike’s username isn’t one of them? Where did his contact go?!?
What’s going on? Why would Reddit delete Mike from my contacts?!? Unless… did my parents somehow find my phone and go through my apps? Did they know to delete his info??
On second thought, that’s ridiculous. I doubt they could have ever found my phone in the first place, let alone known my new passcode, let alone known to check my Reddit contacts!
Let me try the other app I’ve used to message Mike, the Kik one.
Oh my god. He’s gone from this one as well! What is going on here?!?
Did Mike do this? My heart starts racing. I don’t even want to think this thought, but I can’t help myself. Is it possible that Mike unfriended me on both of these apps? He wouldn’t do that. There’s no way. Or could he have?
I’m panicking. This can’t be happening. Breathe, Becca, breathe.
I exhale slowly. I regain my composure. Chances are it’s just some weird glitch, or maybe Mike did this for a reason, and he’s going to refriend me as soon as he gets home. I’m not crazy. I know how amazing this week was that Mike and I just spent together. There’s no way he would just ghost me after that. I am absolutely positive, there’s some other explanation going on. I don’t know what it is yet, but I’m sure it’s something. And it’s going to be okay.
Mike simply wouldn’t do that to me. There’s just no way. Okay. I feel a little better. I can do this.
In fact, I should probably unpack. It’d be good to try to focus on something else right now, and that’s as good a task as any. Plus, I had better hide the Taylor Swift shirt Mike got me, at least for the time being. I need to come up with some backstory as to how I got the shirt, but I haven’t had time to think about that specific detail just yet.
I open up my suitcase and start sorting through my clothes. Some go into a laundry pile, but others are clean and can just be put away.
I see the mini panda bear Mike got me, and that brings a huge smile to my face. I love that I have a few mementos from this first trip of ours, and I’ll cherish this little guy forever. I take him and find a good spot for him next to some of my other smaller stuffed animals I have in my closet.
Now I just need to find the Taylor Swift shirt. I’m looking through the suitcase, and despite having gone through all of my clothes now, I can’t find it. Where could it be? I specifically remember packing it this morning!
I recheck both the pile of laundry I pulled out and the folded clean clothes, and it’s not in either! What is going on here? Am I losing my mind?!?
I check one last time in the suitcase, and while there’s still no sign of the vintage t-shirt, I do see something I hadn’t noticed before. There’s a simple folded up piece of paper in the bottom of my suitcase. And while it doesn’t appear to say anything on the outside at first, after I flip it over I see there’s a handwritten ‘Becca’ on the other side. It must be a note from Mike! Oh my god, I wonder if this is going to explain how I should contact him going forward!?!
I eagerly open in up.
Dear Becca –
I cannot thank you enough for the amazing time I had these last few days. You made a grown man’s biggest fantasy come to life, and I’ll never forget it. I’m so sorry that we won’t be able to live out a life together, as I’m sure in a different time and under different circumstances, it would’ve been wonderful. You are one of the sweetest, sexiest, and most precious things I’ve ever met, and whoever ends up with you is one hell of a lucky man.
Take care Sweetheart.
Love, Mike
I think I’m going to throw up. I can’t breathe. It’s over. It was Mike who blocked me on those apps. I’ve never going to be able to chat with him again, let alone see him. On my god.
I’m hyperventilating. This can’t be happening. Why?!? Why would he do this? Why would he break up with me if he had such an amazing time?!? It doesn’t make any sense!
And when did he even put this note in my suitcase? It must’ve been when I was getting ready and he brought my stuff out to the door?? Oh my god, did he also take the Taylor Swift t-shirt at the same time? Why would he do that? Why would he take that shirt back after giving it to me?!? Why would he do any of this?!? None of this makes any sense!! What am I going to do?!?
I collapse down to my knees as the break-up note from Mike flutters to the floor. I’ve literally never felt worse in my entire life, as I don’t know whether to cry, scream, or puke. I take my fingers and run all ten of them up through my scalp as I clench my teeth in complete despair.
My Dad (sternly from my doorway): “Becca.”
Oh my god, my dad’s home. This is the last thing I need.
Dad (now with my mom standing right behind him): “So where have you been?!?”
I look up at my parents. I know they want answers, and I know all they want is what’s best for me. But I know that none of what happened will ever make sense to them, as it doesn’t even make sense to me, so there’s no way I can tell them any of this.
But oh my god, my dad. He looks so worried and yet so relieved right now. I had assumed he’d be furious with me, but now that I see him, he doesn’t look mad at all. He looks so concerned, but in a completely endearing and loving way.
He’s standing there waiting for me. He’s waiting for me to give him an explanation. But I can’t. I couldn’t have told him what happened when I thought everything was fine, and I certainly can’t tell him now, now that everything has completely fallen apart.
This is a disaster. I’m a disaster. He needs an explanation, but I’m the one in need. I stand up, I hurry over and I give him the biggest hug I can. He hugs me back, and it’s the tightest embrace we’ve had in many, many, years, and maybe ever.
And then it hits me. I start balling. Uncontrollable tears come pouring out, as I’m left shaking in my father’s arms. He’s the only thing holding me up right now, both literally and figuratively, as without him I don’t think I could do this. How am I ever going to recover from this?
I had my whole life planned out ahead of me, and it was glorious. But then in an instant, it was all gone. I’m such a fool. Clearly Mike didn’t feel the same way about me that I did about him. He didn’t want a future that involved me. He didn’t want me.
I knew it was all too good to be true. I knew it didn’t make any sense. I’m such an idiot for believing it was real. I’m just a sad, sobbing, lump of a sack, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to recover from this.
But then my dad squeezes me tighter still, and I can feel my legs coming back a little. Maybe Mike isn’t everything? Another minute goes by, and I’m able to catch my breathe. Finally, I feel capable of standing on my own two feet again.
I separate just enough to look up at my dad.
Me (still weeping): “I’m sorry.”
Dad: “It’s okay, Becca. We’re just glad you’re safe.”
Mom: “Becca.”
I give my dad another squeeze, and as he hugs me back yet again, all I can think of is how glad I am to be home. How lucky I am to have them.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell them about Mike, but that’s probably for the better. In fact, I know it’s for the better. I shouldn’t have gone to go visit him, and I know that now. I was such an idiot. But my god, I’d be mortified if they ever found out what I did.
Mom (a little more urgently): “Becca!”
Me (turning to look at my mom while I’m still holding onto my dad): “What is it, Mom?”
As I’m trying to figure out what is so urgent that my mom would interrupt this hug between my dad and me, I see that she’s holding a piece of paper.
Oh my god she’s holding the note!
Mom (looking absolutely livid): “Who the fuck is Mike?!?”