Vinyl's Birthday Surprise

Once I arrived at the door and opened it, I found a police officer and a paramedic standing before me. On the side of the road rested an ambulance and police car. The officer began asking me questions. First, if I was the one who called in 911, I told him that I was. Then they became more interested in where Vinyl is and what happened. I told them that she’s okay now, that she’s breathing and awake, and that she’s in the bedroom. They wanted to see her. I let them in, and we went to the bedroom. As we went, a wave of premature embarrassment washed over me as I realized they would walk into Vinyl sitting naked on the bed and sex objects lying next to the bed. My face grew red thinking about how I’ll have to explain. I felt a small sense of relief when we arrived at the room and saw no sex objects anywhere, and Vinyl sitting on the side of the bed buttoning up a pair of skinny jeans with a loose sleeveless top covering her breasts.

We entered. The paramedic went over to Vinyl with some equipment and started doing… some kind of tests I’m sure, I don’t really know. She was feeling Vinyl’s chest and examining her I suppose. The officer continued to ask me questions. He was pressing to know what was happening when Vinyl stopped breathing. I was reluctant to tell him, and rather than telling the truth, I told him she was just sleeping, and I noticed after waking up. Vinyl heard my lie, and decided she should interrupt and speak the truth about this.

“We were fucking.” She spoke loud and clear.

I could feel my face get bright and hot. I want to shrink down in my embarrassment. Why did she feel the need to tell them that? The officer asked me a few more questions, and now I felt it difficult to look at him as I answered, and I spoke very softly. The paramedic finished examining Vinyl and talked with her while I sat in silence waiting for them to be done. The police officer left, followed by the paramedic, and Vinyl and I were left alone in an eerie silence.

I moved next to her on the bed and slid to her side. “Hey,” I said softly, “Are you alright? What did the paramedic say?” I asked her.

She gave me a glare, which was startling and unnerving, and told me, “I need to go see a doctor and have some more tests done for my heart. They want to see if my heart’s “healthy” enough for sex now. I’m fine. They’re a bunch of quakes. I just couldn’t breathe for a while.” She frowned and looked down at her pants.

It was obvious to me that she was upset about this. It was all my fault. I should have known not to try this. I knew before, I lost my rational and did this. She could be dead because of me.

Looking into her face, I apologized for what I’ve done, “Vinyl… I’m sorry about this, about what happened. It’s all my fault.”

I watched her scrunch up her face before she exploded at me, “What the fuck were you doing! You fucking tied my hands and covered my mouth and f-fucked me!” I tried to interject, but I couldn’t. She’s going too fast and demanding against me. I just can’t defend myself after what’s happened. She continued, “What were you thinking! You can’t just do this without telling me, or asking or something! You could have hurt me! Actually, you did hurt me, I was fucking dying because of what you pulled off! What were you thinking!?”

My eyes are red with fear and self-hate as streams of tears run down my face. What was I thinking? This was never a good idea. I hurt her, the person I would want hurt the least of anybody. I very nearly killed her and now she’s angry with me. She’s hurt by me. I never want to see her go away. I don’t want her angry with me like this. I need to make this better. I can’t lose her. Why did I do this? I know why I did the bondage thing, but it’s silly and wrong now. Would she accept my answer if I answered her? Maybe I’m just too awful to her.

I answered her raging question through a sorrowful whimper, “I thought... You’d like it.”

“What!?” She demanded, “You thought I’d like it!? You forced yourself on me, why would I like that!?”

“T-the bondage.” I quickly interrupted, “You said before that you wanted to try it… I thought you would like it… a surprise.”

I tilted my head down and put my hands over my face, awaiting her response. I could sense her eyes on me. I tried to control the liquids coming from my eyes while she couldn’t see my crying. We both breathed heavily, her out of anger, and me from the hardship of the situation. I felt her shift her position on the bed and take in a deep breath. We sat in silence for an unbearable amount of time.

“Octi,” she spoke timidly, “I’m sorry I snapped at you. It’s just… you can’t do that. You know? You can’t just start doing... what you were doing without asking me first. That’s not what bondage is.”

“I didn’t know” I told her quietly.

“I know you didn’t know. You just… still have to ask me before. And you just, can’t do it by force. And there should have been a safety word or something. There needs to be precautions for this sorta thing… in case something happens.”

My face is pressed against my hands as my tears flow freely. She’s trying to make me feel better now, I know she is, but I just can’t stop the water works. I need to let it out now. So I sit there next to her, weeping into my palms. I feel her arm reach over and pull me closer to her. She’s wrapped her arms around me, holding me next to her. The tears don’t stop coming, and I keep my face covered, but I allow myself to rest my head on her shoulder. She gives me comfort.

This isn’t like me. I don’t cry. I’m not weak like that. I’m never emotional like this. Why can’t I stop this? I’m always one to keep it in check. Why am I doing this? Is it because of what happened? It’s because of what I could have lost. I can’t pull myself back together because I could have lost her. I can’t imagine life without her. She’s been there for me since the beginning. She’s been there long before I even knew... how important she is to me. We grew up together. I know I need her. I just do.

“Octi,” She spoke while holding my shoulder and running her fingers through my hair, “I love you. And I’m sorry I got angry. Just, next time you do something crazy like that, tell me first, okay?”

I’m never going to do something like this again. It was a terrible idea from the start. I’ll never hurt her again. It must be strange for her now. I don’t think she’s ever seen me like this. She’s seen me upset before, and many times she’s given me motivation to keep going with my dreams and ambitions, but she’s never seen me cover my face and sob. What does she feel about this I wonder?

“Alright” I assure her with a weak voice. “Vinyl,” I begin as I hold on close to her, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. I love you.” I really can’t lose her. I know I can’t. This experience had put it all together, I need her. I know what I need to do to keep her close forever.

We hold one another close in each other’s arms for what seemed like forever, though I know it was really only a few moments. I wipe my tears away before I ask her.

I cleared my voice and spoke, “Vinyl, I can’t lose you, and I can’t imagine life without you. Vinyl, will you...” I took a nervous breath while my heart began to race, “marry me?”

She held on to me, and looked into my eyes. She began to cry, but a wide grin also formed on her face. She almost began laughing when she gave me a nod and managed to squeak out, “yes.”

I’m overjoyed. There’s tears of joy in both our eyes as we clench onto each other as if we’d drift away if either of us let go. We fall back onto the bed together, laying on our backs. We just lay there, my head resting on her chest and her arms wrapped around me. We lay there as long as we could, doing nothing but enjoying each other’s presents. Being in love.