Augustus' thoughts were like stars that were unable to form constellations. He was lost in a mixture of bliss and self loathing; the place between reality and his own imagination. It was at this particular moment that he fell his lowest; looking up at the unfamiliar ceiling of the motel, feeling the soft cotton of the hideous bedspread that he was currently resting on, and being eyed like a piece of meat by the brown eyes of the woman that he had sold his soul to. She lit a cigarette and placed it between her lips, blowing the deadly smoke into the atmosphere where it would mingle with the oxygen and carbon dioxide and slowly poison him.
That was all she was to him...poisonous. She was the cyanide to his happiness, and she managed to let it be known that she wasn't willing to stop her games. The feeling in Augustus' chest was one that he'd grown accustom to. It was a feeling of everlasting regret, rueful...almost mournful. He mourned the days when he was actually happy with himself. He indulged in the nostalgia while ignoring the sound of her still labored breathing, his multicolored eyes glued to the dull beige ceiling.
Will the guilt ever end? Not only had he betrayed the only woman in his life that he's ever loved, but he was betraying his own flesh and blood. His father was a stern man, but expressed his love through his teachings and effort. There were times when he did seem like a rather bitter man, but he was a man that was widowed and still in love with the first woman that he's ever said 'I do' to. It wasn't until he met Eve that he actually seemed to become much more lively. Now, Augustus was in bed with her, watching the swirls of smoke slowly flow out of her mouth as if they were his values and morals being blown into oblivion.
"You're staring again," Eve smirked, pushing the covers over her naked chest.
"I'm observing," he stated. "I'm also contemplating why you find amusement in my downfall."
"Must you be so dramatic? It's just sex, Gussy."
"And I'm just your husband's son and you're just my step-mother, and my name is just not Gussy," he sighed. Huffing, the older woman pushed herself up, grabbing her undergarments and clothing off of the recently vacuumed carpet.
"You sure know how to mess up a good afterglow, August," Eve muttered. "I swear, if you weren't so good, I'd say you were just like your father."
"You probably forgot what he feels like because you're too busy screwing me. I want out. This is so wrong on so many levels, Eve and you know it," Augustus was now pulling on his pants while fixing his messy hair. His body felt stiff as he pulled on his T-shirt.
"I bet you also want me to tell him that you bought me here, took advantage of me and forced me, am I right?" With her blouse unbuttoned and her hair in disarray, Eve grinned devilishly at him. "You see, Gussy, a woman like me has needs. I love your father, but he has a role to play in my life. His role is security and yours is to provide. You play your role and no one gets hurt."
"You are an obnoxiously horrendous burden on society. It is people like you that prey on those that are too righteous to witness the evil before them that causes people like me to gag in utter disgust. To say that you sicken me is an understatement, and I believe, wholeheartedly that when God created you, he forgot to add a warning label and a conscious," Augustus glared at her with pure distaste. "To dumb this down for you...you're a bitch."
Eve giggled as if he'd just said the most amusing joke in existence. "Oh, Gussy," she grinned maliciously. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."