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on 7-22-2003 at 5:22pm
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Subject: ~*This little untitled story of mine*~
|Hey guys. For the past couple days I have been working on a story which i'm quite proud of. I have gotten really good reviews from all of my friends about it so far, these are just some of the more dramatic ones.
Ivan and Renee rave, "sexy sexy!" ; "this is better than harry pothead books!"
Erin says, "together we are great bobshakers!"; "doooood...so....awesome!"
kathy says "XD creepy!"
bryan says "make them have sex!"
~~ you get the point. check it out just to humor me and i wanna see what you think if anybody actually takes the time to read it because its quite long. im making it novel length if possible. i hope you people like it..regular journal entries will be discontinued depending on how long it takes me to finish the story. i might start them up again sooner if my story is THAT long. if not then ill see you when i'm done writing it! new parts will be added as they are completed. take care guys, Steph-
This isn?t some happy go lucky story with fairy tale elements such as dragons and queens, or princesses with golden hair and glorious castles of enchantment. Whatever the fuck that means. Because the truth is, life just isn?t as enchanting as any of us wish to believe. So if you think this is going to be some fairy tale where the hero rushes in at the last minute and saves the day for everyone, and everybody lives happily ever after, you my friend are sadly fucking mistaken. So if that?s what you?re looking for, I suggest you don?t even bother reading this or else you?ll be really fucking disappointed.
Minuscule drops of water fuse to the outside of my bedroom window, and the sky is black, complimenting the calm, dank surroundings of the outside world. I sit huddled in the corner of my room at my small fold-up computer chair, surfing the internet and looking for somebody worth talking to, to sign online. I glance over at the phone and I?m guessing that Erin forgot to call because it?s been almost three hours since I last talked to her and she promised to call when she was on her way back from bowling with Robert and his crew. No worries. I extend my arm and shut off my laptop. Then leaning up against my chair, I crack my back and get up to walk over to my bed. Mike was already asleep so I decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water, thinking he wouldn?t miss me anyway. I slowly crept down the stairs and into the kitchen.
The tile felt bitter cold compared to my body temperature. I reached up to the cabinet and pulled out a glass, then walked over to the refrigerator. For a brief second when I turned around to head back upstairs to my bedroom, I could have sworn I saw the reflection of something in the kitchen window. I felt the hair on my arms begin to stand up, so I hurriedly stuck the miniature water cooler back into the fridge. My heartbeat quickened as I heard a door shut somewhere behind me inside of the house. My hand involuntarily slams down on the kitchen counter to catch myself as I spin around and back up against the counter. I tell myself to calm down, and that everything will be all right. I remind myself of the promise I made to myself and everyone else. That it?s been almost over a year since he came back, since he? I start to hear footsteps and my blood freezes up inside of me. The air feels thin and I go to clutch my heart with one hand and my mouth with the other to avoid screaming and drawing attention to whoever or whatever it may be. Then, with my heart pounding inside of me eighty miles per minute I look to my right at the set of knives on the corner of the kitchen counter. They seem a million feet away but it?s worth the try I?m sure.
I feel my hand as it creeps leisurely across the pink incandescent marble counter top. Still, I can hear my heartbeat quicken. I take up the largest knife I can spot into the palm of my hand, the handle feeling so inviting, and hold it against my heart before returning my eyes to the corner of the kitchen right beyond the refrigerator where I could no longer see what was going on in the boundaries of the other room. My body quivers and my feet feel like they are about to collapse beneath me as I start to walk reluctantly towards the fridge. It almost feels like the world has stopped moving. I hear the sliding glass door slam shut from the living room, and every bold nerve in my body dissolves.
I start to back up, checking in all directions every few seconds to make sure I don?t have any company. Suddenly I back into something a few inches behind me and twirl around in shock.
?Fuck!!!? I exclaim to myself.
It was just the bottom of the staircase. I gather up my breath again and decide to walk back into the kitchen since the scene was quiet. All at once I heard footsteps throbbing against the ground close to me and I didn?t even have time to think before I was lifted off of my feet and held up against the wall. I struggled against the dark figure, and let out a high-pitched scream that rang throughout the house.
The mysterious figure lurking throughout the house at this hour was Mike. I couldn?t think straight and it was hard to figure out whether I was relieved or angry. I just glared up at him and his beaming grin quickly changed to a straight, somber face. I pounded the backside of a fist into his chest.
?You fucking retard! What the hell is your problem you scared the shit out of me you asshole! What the fuck were you thinking?? I screamed at him.
?Relax baby will ya? I was just fuckin? around. What?s gotten you so riled up?? Mike asked caressing the left side of my face with his palm.
I took a deep breath and sighed to myself, looking up at him and then wrapping my arms around him and placing my head over his shoulder. I felt one of his arms come up from behind me and rub my lower back continuously. I closed my eyes and my breathing went back to normal and I could feel my heart beating steadily again, not racing. The tiredness I had been feeling earlier was starting to catch up with me and I yawned into the cotton fabric of his t-shirt.
?I?m not sure, I?ve just been feeling a little tense lately. Besides, what were you doing lurking around on the patio? Make sure you locked the sliding glass door again.? I said.
He looked up at me with this puzzled expression on his face, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I shrugged my shoulders, turned my back, and started walking upstairs to my bedroom. Something Mike said stopped me in the process though.
?What?? He asked with that same vacant tone in his voice.
I stepped down once and cupped his chin in my hand playfully shaking it from side to side.
?When you decided to play little Mr. Creepy man and scare the crap out of your beloved girlfriend.?
I smirked at him and then started back up the stairs at a jog. I reached the top of the staircase and noticed that he wasn?t following me.
?But... I was upstairs the entire time. I just got up, then I went into the bathroom to take a piss.? He said without hesitation.
I would guess that he saw my reaction to that statement because he quickly responded once again.
?That?s?why I came from the stairs..? His voice trailed off.
I tossed and turned to the point where I was falling off of my bed, but there was still no indication of me being able to get to sleep any time soon. I felt beads of sweat begin to form across my chest and I tossed my head back and forth against my pillow, sometimes pushing myself back against the mattress like it would actually get me somewhere. I opened my eyes for the first time and looked up at the fan. The glistening white blades were mesmerizing to my eyes which up until then, was the first time within approximately two hours that I had seen something else besides the inside of my eye lids. I felt another warmth coming from the opposite side of the bed. I turned my head to the right and saw mikes backside. It felt like old times. Sneaking him through the window at all hours of the night just to say goodnight, and sometimes even locking the bedroom door and having him sleep over. It was all of the nights when it was even better with the feeling of being insubordinate.
Now that we?re all away at college most of the time it takes all of the fun out of having people sneak in the house to spend the night. I?m at the dorm a huge fraction of the time and the only reason I?m home now is to watch the house while my parents are away for a few weeks. They wouldn?t care anyway now because I have the concession of just having people come and go as they please. Its almost ironic how the whole effect of the act is completely different when you know you?re going to get your ass beat for doing it. It takes all of the fun away. I don?t know why I?m thinking of all of this now, but I am for whatever reason. Maybe it?s my one last desperate attempt to fall asleep, but once the memories start to linger everything else just follows. Now I feel like I have something worth thinking of for another hour or so just because I can. Nice going Steph.
I slid closer to mike?s side of the bed and I heard him make a low growling noise in his sleep. I couldn?t help but smile. All I want in life is to be happy. That?s all I?ve really wanted for the longest time since I can remember how things have been the past two years. In a way nothing has changed even when I thought it has. Sometimes if you?re clever enough you can train yourself to disregard something. Some dark forbidden piece of your past that?s been concealed in the corner of your mind for it seems like an eternity. Those kind of memories always find a way to come back to haunt you no matter how much you think you got rid of them. There?s an old saying that goes, ?If you kill someone, make sure they?re dead before you bury them.? Well I have my own little phrase that goes something equivalent to, ?Even afterwards, if the memory still lingers in your mind. Something wasn?t very dead.?
Maybe that?s the reason why I haven?t been able to get a decent amount of sleep in the last couple of weeks. I can?t help but think about the past, even the most horrible parts. Well damn, that means its all my fault. My parents would kill me if they thought paying for all that therapy was for nothing. I try counting sheep but there?s no use. What the fuck is wrong with me? Who was in my damn house tonight? What did they want? Why can?t these thoughts all just leave me the hell alone already dam nit?! I look over at mike again and he?s still sound asleep. What?s wrong with him!? Can?t he hear the screaming?! I play it off smooth and ?accidentally? ram myself into him, knocking him off of the bed. I hear a groan from beneath me and I lean over the side innocently looking into his eyes and say
?Sorry baby I guess I?ve turned into quite the rough sleeper?
He squints his eyes at me, rubs his chapped lips together, and pushes down on the bed then pulls himself back up. At least I?m not so alone anymore. Still it kind of feels that way. He must have been having some sort of nightmare that he doesn?t feel like discussing because his chest is glistening with little droplets of sweat that just feeds to the inconsistency of my own current mood. I pull some of the fallen blanket back onto the bed, onto my side, and watch as it sticks to his stomach on the way over. I pull myself up along side of him again, with his body facing the opposite direction of my own. Then I place my arm over his hips as he lies on his side, and once again I hold an epic battle with myself, trying to get back to sleep.
I see something red shining through my eyelids. It's the alarm clock on my bedside table. My throat is dry and my arm cramps from sleeping on it for hours. At least I finally got some sleep, so I?ll take what i can get. The first light of the day peeks through the blinds of my window and bounces off of the white bedroom wall behind me, merely lighting up the rest of the room. I close my eyes for a few moments and then as soon as I open them again Mike and I are face to face.
"Morning." Mike said as he brushed the side of my face with the palm of his right hand.
I made a light moan and then scooted down and nuzzled my head against his stomach. I looked up at Mike who was still trying to wake up completely and I slowly batted my eyes to do the same. I leaned my head down again and stared at the white wall. I felt one of his hands run up my inner thigh, and that's where he rested it, occasionally running his hand back and forth. I shook myself awake calmly and then placed my hand on top of his.
"Alright stud I have to get in the shower. You can watch TV or do whatever, you know the drill already." I said, kissing him on the cheek, patting the hand upon my thigh and pushing the covers down off of myself.
As I rose out of my bed I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me back down onto the mattress. I looked over at a grinning Mike and flipped over so that we were stomach to stomach.
"Why don't you take a shower when I?m finished with you?" He said with a puppy-like expression as I started to lean up on top of him.
"So that I can be clean when you start with me." I winked at him and stood up once again, adjusting my t-shirt and bra.
I touched the lamp on my bedside table to turn it on, and again to brighten it. Then I walked over to my dresser and took out a pair of khaki colored jeans with brown ties all the way down on each side, making a slit appearance, and a baby blue v-cut tank top from my bottom drawer. I reached my arms up over my head and yawned. Then, I lifted off my beige t-shirt from over my head and tossed it in the corner of the room. I looked into the mirror in front of me and I saw mike get up off of the bed and walk towards me. I felt his hand as he ran it along just inside the rim of his boxers I had borrowed from him. One at a time, he slid my bra straps off of each of my shoulders with his other hand, and kissed each shoulder twice. I turned my head around and looked at him and then he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. Then I pulled my face back slowly and he pulled my waist against his while he was kissing the back of my neck. I sighed and then locked my lips with his again.
"You think we've ever done it in the shower?" He whispered with a smirk on his face.
My eyes lit up and I turned around and kissed him once again, wrapping my arms around his neck impatiently. He then took each of my arms and put them beside my waist and backed up a few steps, placing his index finger over my lips. I could hear my heart racing again.
"Now, now...Don't you wish we would?" He said as he started walking over to the door. Then he opened it, looked back at me and said, "Who said I couldn't be a tease as well?"
With that he left the room. I stood there for what seemed to be the longest time, still half undressed, and I looked at the closed bedroom door with disbelief. I knew that he was standing right outside of the room because I saw his shadow underneath the crack of the door.
"Ugh! Loser!" I shouted at him through the door. I heard him start to chuckle and I bent over, picked up one of his sneakers from the floor under the dresser, and hurled it at the door.
I turned my attention away from the door as I heard footsteps going down the stairs. I then slid off the boxers I was wearing, followed by the bra that was already falling off thanks to Mike and his guilty pleasures. I gathered up the clothing from around my feet, and tossing them into the corner with my t-shirt I stepped into the bathroom and flicked the light switch on. I rubbed my eyes and went into the bathroom cabinet right next to the door, to fetch a towel for myself, and then hung it up onto the towel rack by the mirror. I closed my eyes, took my hair down and shook my head a few times until it fell into place across my shoulders. Then I heard some type of low creaking noise but i decided to ignore it since my nerves have been all out of whack quite recently anyway. Walking over to the shower I couldn't help but tilt my head sideways and stare at the baby-blue shower curtain hanging in front of the shower. There was something behind it that made right down the center of the curtain, a shade darker than it's supposed to appear.
It was definitely a shadow. Chills automatically shot up and down my spine in a hideous frenzy and when i leaned over and reached my hand into the shower to turn the nozzle on, my hand hit something stiff and cold. I felt my heart jump up into my throat and I hesitated to start sliding the curtain open. All at once I took a deep breath and tore away quickly at the shower curtain.
There, hanging lifelessly from the showerhead support was the corpse of a young girl who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was hanging over a thick pool of blood, her body split from sternum to groin with her intestines hanging as limp as a wilted flower. Her eyes had been removed from her head and then smashed upon the wall behind her. Her eye sockets were still dripping with blood and her body, suspended by the neck on a rope, would faintly swing from side to side causing a creaking noise every time the rope would rub against the wet metal of the shower head support. There were maroon slits all along her arms and legs and her lips were curled up almost like an eerie smirk was made across her face.
Instinctively I shot backwards and fell to the floor screaming as loud and as high as I could. Then I clawed my way across the carpet over to the toilet bowl and disposed of everything I had eaten for the past week it seemed. Still, nobody came into the room. I pushed myself up using the carpet and whatever strength I had left in my body after witnessing such a morbid sight, and ran out of the bathroom, expecting my bedroom door to fly open. I stopped myself by slamming myself up against the dresser and having no control over my fingers, dialed 911 as quick as possible. My stomach was churning inside of me and it seemed like it wasn't soon enough before the operator answered. I don't even know if my directions were clear, I doubt it. I couldn't hear myself think through the shock and all of the pictures that were running through my head. I held my hand against my head and leaned up against the wall, speaking everything I knew to the woman on the other end of the telephone. I slid down the bedroom wall with the phone still in hand, and then when I heard a click on the other end I leaned up and slammed the phone back on the hook. My heart felt like a stampede inside of my body which was now covered with chill bumps and I felt almost as cold and stiff as the body inside of the shower.
Gradually, I stood up again and peered at myself through the mirror at my dresser. My face was white, my lips looked chapped and pale, and sweat started to collect around my forehead, a tiny drop slid from my forehead to the tip of my nose. I swallowed hard and tried to bring myself back together again. I thought to myself, "Where the fuck is Mike?"
I felt a lump in my throat again and I must have swallowed approximately five times to keep everything down. Then I crept over to the sliding bathroom door, and pushed it shut, locking the hinge from the outside as if something were to come attack me from inside of the bathroom. Hey, it's not every morning you wake up to find a mutilated body hanging in your shower, I figure anything is possible at this point. I thought about it more and more and all that I could picture in my head was that lifeless corpse, and that empty facial expression with those eye sockets black as night peering out at the world, at me. Who could have done such a thing? She looked so young, well, what was left of her. I tried to hold myself together for when the police arrived because I was sure they would be asking me every question in the book and then some and at this point I had no idea how I was going to respond. I rehearsed to myself as I turned the bedroom doorknob and pulled open the door.
"Okay, my boyfriend Mike had just left the room. I was undressing to take a shower and then I stepped into the bathroom. I heard a creaking noise and when I looked into the mirror I thought I saw a shadow or something inside of the shower through the shower curtain. Then, when I opened the curtain to see what it was, there she was, just hanging there. I fell to the floor and threw up, and that's when I rushed into my bedroom and called?. Right. That?s good. Okay.? I said to myself and pulled the bedroom door open.
In that instant there was a force up against the door from the outside of the bedroom and the door flew open, knocking me onto the carpet. Mike stood up for a moment in front of me and at first I looked at him bewildered, and then that?s when I noticed blood seeping from inside of his mouth, and a drop fell down his stiff, blue lower lip. Then his legs just seemed as if they?d buckled beneath him, and he fell on top of me. I pushed him off as quickly as I could, and then I just looked at him for a moment. He had a knife in his back, I only knew because just the handle was exposed to the eye. I hastily got up and ran again to the dresser, grabbing the phone and glancing down again at mike with tears starting to fill my eyes.
?Oh god, baby I?m so sorry? I muttered in a whisper under my breath, and before the first sob gathered up in my throat I ran out the door.
I didn?t take my eyes away from my feet as I rushed downstairs, and down the hallway towards the front door. I heard a siren from outside and I took a deep breath and just as I was about to turn the doorknob, a fist was rapidly pounding at the door. Startled, I jump back and then reached in again and opened the door for three middle-aged men, one police officer and two paramedics. The police officer motioned towards the staircase and then turned to one of the paramedics.
?Upstairs boys, hurry up.? He ordered them and then placed his hand on my back.
For a moment I just couldn?t take my eyes off of the floor and then I looked up after them and shouted, ?Two doors to the left. There will be a man on the floor, I think he?s dead? I choked out to them as I noticed one stop to listen.
?And?? I started. ?She?s in the shower.?
I looked over at the officer as he glanced back at me baffled. I held my hand in the direction up the hallway as to lead him before me, and he started walking. I pulled out a chair for him at the kitchen table, and then took a seat across from him. We both sat in silence for a few minutes and then he asked me some questions that were only "mandatory" according to the world of him.
"Maam, if i'm not mistaken, over the phone during your call you said that there was only one body, the female. Where does this male on the floor fit into all of this?" He asked almost as if he were suspicious of something.
I stared up at him from holding my head with my elbow leaning on the table, and I could feel my eyes start to water up again.
"I'm not a killer. So if you have anything else to coincidently ask me about what happened I suggest you think long and hard as to what it is before you do so. Sir."
"Now maam, I wasn't insinuating that you had anything to do with this tragedy, an innocent bystander is all I accuse you of here, but if you wish for us to get to the bottom of this you're going to have to try and cooporate in a more sincere manner. Now, I know this must be difficult for you but try to understand.." The officer replied placing one of his hands over mine on the table.
I stared at his hand and then up at him, then I stood up and walked over in front of him, looking down upon him.
"You don't know the half of it. You want sincere? Go to a fucking poetry reading you sick fuck. All I know is that my boyfriend is upstairs and he isn't breathing, and if you don't find the bastard who did this then with all sincerity intended I will rip out your intestines myself and feed them to you through a straw." -
"That bastard." I said putting my feet up against the wall of my cell.
Ivan sat on the other side of the steel bars on a bench a few feet away from me hunched over with his hands on his lap.
"I'm going to rip out your intestines and feed them to you through a straw? Now, that's a classic. I still can't believe you said that to an officer." He said laughing under his breath and shaking his head at me.
"Yeah, well I was upset." I replied, kicking the wall with my left foot.
"You were insane, not upset." He laughed again.
I sat up to look at him and leaned my head against the bars. The air was cold and thin and the smell of this place could be tracked down from miles away. This wasn't where I wanted to be but apparently I posed as a threat or whatever to that jackass officer of theirs who showed up at the house. He called for back up and they took me here to this house of anal crazyness. He couldn't handle me himself I guess, something the rest of the guys at work would love to hear. A 5'3 nineteen year old girl posed a threat to what seems to be a late thirtys early fortys two hundred pound tub of lard. The irony of it all.
"You know I love you to death sis, but seriously if you don't calm your white ass down this aint' gonna' be the only place they lock you up. In all honesty this shit looks just a lil' suspicious. Now I'd never go and accuse my baby sis of murder, but these people, they don't know you and the scene was pretty fucked up." Said Ivan again, kneeling down beside me on the opposite side of my cell.
A tear rolled down my cheek and I felt that I had to convince myself that Ivan was right. I really had no other choice. Even though he was there I felt this feeling of lonliness come over me, I couldn't separate one thought in my mind from another and it was all just falling on top of me at once. I sucked up another sob to the back of my throat and continued speaking with Ivan.
"So when can I go home?" I asked desperately.
Ivan looked up at me and then at the guard by the door who was now pointing to his watch and sneering down at Ivan, then me as well. Ivan flicked him off and the guard glared and shook his head.
"I don't know sis, soon. They said they're gonna' draw up some paperwork for me to fill out and I can bust you out of there. Don't you worry about a thing, just try to relax and eveything will be okay."
I stared down at the floor and then at the wall as a single tear rolled down the side of my cheek.
"That's the hardest thing for me to believe right now Ivan. I have no idea who that young girl in the shower was, and Mike's dead." The words could hardly escape my lips.
"Well that must suck."
I sat there still, staring down at the tile and agreeing with that statement with a slow head movement for a few seconds and then I realized that I knew that voice. It wasn't Ivan's. I looked up and Mike was standing in the doorway leaning up against the wall with a large bandage wrap around his chest and his back. He looked straight at me and knocked on the wall three times with his knuckles.
"Can I come in?" He said with hardly a smile across his face.
He could hardly walk, but even so he struggled with a limp in his movement and a wince in his eyes as he came slowly inside of the room. I couldn't think. I just threw myself up against the bars longingly.
"Mikey!" I screamed out loud, reaching out for him as he came closer. "I thought you were..You were..But you were, You were.." The words seemed to tumble out of my mouth faster than I could even think about them.
"Shhh, Baby it's alright I'm here. You didn't seriously think that I'd leave you? A person's gotta have a reason to live in this world." He said softly, hugging me through the bars.
I wrapped my arms as tight around him as I could seeing as there were still the steel bars that separated us both. I felt him flinch and I remembered where he was stabbed, so I quickly apologized and gently caressed my hand over the wounded area. I opened my eyes and looked down at Ivan who was staring at mike in complete astonishment. Then, Mike turned around and slapped Ivan on the back.
"Oh you motha' fucka. Do us all a favor and warn us when you're gonna fake your own death alright. You almost got yo girly here intercepted by authorities for a long ass time bro, she went all crazy and shit and bitched out a police officer for yo corpsy ass."
Mike stared at me and snickered. He hugged Ivan and then stood up against the wall so that he had something to lean on, now that even standing up was a challenge. Ivan stood up and told Mike to sit down on the bench. A man dressed in uniform came into the room and handed Ivan a small stack of paperwork. I stood up light hearted and asked, "So does this mean I can go now?"
He swung a ring of keys around on his finger and once he lifted his head I could see under his hat that it was the officer who came to the house. I knew I didn't have a chance talking to him without combusting into flames and getting myself into deeper shit so to save myself the trouble I took a seat again on the concrete stool inside of my cell. My cell? Wow, I never thought I'd have to hear myself say that ever. Hi mom and dad.
"Not so fast maam, these papers are to be reviewed and then I'll be back with you when I get the apropriate approval." He said motioning for Ivan to follow him out the stood.
I abruptly flew up from the concrete stool and watched as they both started to walk out the door. I wanted to bitch his punk ass out so badly but I saw that look in Mike's eyes signaling for me to lay off. I looked at Mike and smiled, But it wasn't like that on the inside. I was afraid. He's lucky to be alive, and I don't know what I would have done if whoever did that to him was still in the house after I had found him. Right now, he or she might have even been there still while the police arrived. Just hiding. Waiting. I couldn't think of that right now though. Renee came waltzing through the door with high spirits as always, and she looked over at Mike.
"Well hey there dead boy!" She said as she slapped his knee. Then she turned to me and shook her head.
"How are they treatin' you in there derk? If I knew everything was alright I probably would have stayed home. I just figured I'd come in, say hi to old Mikey right here and check to make sure if you uh, still had only one asshole." She doubled over in laughter.
"Yeah real funny. How's that going for you?" I asked. Renee raised her eyebrow and I continued.
"Oh you know, you and Ivan's late night bondage adventures. Tales of the big burly black man and his conquet violet." I laughed.
"God steph I told you not to talk about that. You know it's a no touchy subject." Renee replied rolling her eyes and standing up against the wall. Ivan walk back in with a bag of skittles and her eyes shot across the room.
"You." Renee said in a whisper.
"Oh no you don't bitch. You buy your own dam shiyat you crackwhore." Ivan replied.
Renee lunged at him and punched him in the shoulder.
"Damn right I will. Give me money." Renee snapped at Ivan.
Ivan reached over into one of Renee's front pockets on her black jacket and pulled out her wallet. renee snatched it back and sneered at him.
"I got mine. I want yours."
Ivan rolled his eyes and stuffed a dollar down her shirt. Renee jumped up in mid-air and clicked her feet together.
"Awesome." She said enthusiastically.
"You're such a weirdo." Mike implied scratching underneath the front of the bandage wrap across his back.
"I'll let you call me weird when I come back from the dead. Til' then. Shut the freck up white boy." Renee said as she patted Mike on the head and bounced out of the room.
Ivan slapped her ass on the way out and she turned around beaming at him. Then, she slapped him on the face and continued bouncing down the hallway. Ivan just stood there in the hallway. He turned towards Mike and I, and said, "If I'm not needed here any longer, I'm gonna follow the black girl."
He then disappeared from the doorway and his shoes squeaked down the hallway until the noise became faint and soon mute. Mike pushed down on the chair so that he could stand, and he limped over to the cell. I had my head in my hands and I was staring down at the floor dozing off.
"Hey. Everything's gonna be okay. I wont let anything happen to you so long as I'm standing on this planet and in the event that I get shot off into space I'll try to attatch myself to a lead rope." Mike said sarcastically.
I laughed and stood up against the bars, pressing my forehead in between two of them. He kissed my forehead and held my hand through the bars.
"We'll make it through this, you'll see. Just wait and see what-
I tilted my head up at him to try and understand what he was saying but he choked on those last words and I stood back as I saw blood flowing from his mouth. The silver blade of a knife passed through his work shirt and the bandgage underneath and appeared right in front of me.
"Mike!!!!!!!!!!!" A shrill scream that could easily be heard from miles and miles away escaped me as I slid to the floor along with his limp body. I started sobbing uncontrollably as a figure wearing a black trench coat and hood started to show up behind Mike as he fell closer to the ground. I hit the floor still sobbing and screaming and backed up against the wall as far as I could but still holding onto Mike's hand which was now getting colder and colder by the second. My eyes felt swollen and my nerves were completely destroyed as I watched Mike take his last few gasps of breath, and then leave me.
I looked up once again and the figure had vanished. I stopped sobbing for just a moment to look around carefully. There were no guards or anything, not even the one who was standing by the door watching my cell. It was like everybody had just disappeared with the mysterious, murderous stranger. Still, none of that mattered to me right now. I pulled myself as close as I could to where I felt like I was crushing myself into the bars. All i wanted was to hold him. I placed my hand over his heart and he startled me by looking up at me one last time. I could tell he was dilerious.
"Sh. It'll be okay, you'll....see." He tried to manage but the words were a challange to release.
He just kept looking into my eyes and he tried to smile. He touched the side of my face with the backside of his left hand and immediately I lifted my own hand up to his and just held it there. His smile widened as I watched him cough up more blood. I screamed again for help but nobody came. I looked down at him and tried as hard as I could to hold in another sob, and stay calm. I showed a fake smile and said, "You're right baby, it'll...all be alright." I know that his eyes saw right through me though, as if they could speak to me without a sound.
I sobbed once more under my breath and held his hand tight, with my other hand still lying on top of his chest. Then I saw a sort of liquid glaze over his eyes, and he spoke to me once more.
"You're there, I know you are. Steph, where did you go? Everything's so muddled...Steph..." He said in a raspy whisper.
"Shhh.. I'm hear baby, don't talk, don't say a word." I replied and kissed his hand.
That was the last thing he said to me. His head sloped to the side and his chest sunk for the last time. I cried to myself, and to what used to be him lying next to me on the other side of the bars.
"Mikey? Mikey? Breathe damnit...please breathe baby..." I gagged on my words and wiped my eyes. I rested his hand on top of his chest and I stood up and looked around, only to fall to the floor screaming obscenities at the empty room.-
I shot up in my bed shrieking and took a deep breath as I felt my pillow with my hand. It was covered in cold sweat. The sheets were sticking to my legs as I kicked them off. I looked up as my door swung open and Mike ran into the room, jumping onto my bed. He picked me up and placed me on his lap, and he leaned up against the headboard of my bed, rocking me back and forth.
"Shhh, what happened? What's wrong? You were just dreaming, relax sweety." He whispered to me, patting down my hair and brushing my bangs away from my face.
A dream, that was all that it was. A dream. I could hear my heart thumping and I held my head against his chest and listened to his for a brief moment. He gently pushed me back up so that i was sitting up beside him and he glanced down at the bed, and then again at me.
"You fell asleep at the station. Ivan took you out to the car and we drove you home. Then I carried you to bed. Do you remember any of this?" Mike asked placing his hand on my thigh.
"It makes sense. The last thing I remember was getting tired." I replied.
Mike smiled at me and then his expression went rather gaunt. He looked down at the bed once again, and that's where his eyes stayed for the longest time.
"I didn't..." He paused. "I didn't..tell anyone this yet. The girl in the shower, I saw her. Steph, I saw her when they carried her out and the paramedics were working with me. It was Annie, Steph. It was Annie. I couldn't...I couldn't think, I couldn't say anything. I wasn't even that sure. But some part of me knew, even though I didn't want to believe it." Mike sucked in a long breath.
His eyes watered a tad bit, but he blinked it away. My mouth must have dropped to the floor after he told me all of this. You see, Annie is..Was, Mike's younger sister. A flashback of the shower scene came into play in my mind and I held my eyes closed tightly. I remember now. To my reccollection she looked familiar from the start but I was in a state of shock and I guess I didn't know any better to think about it. I just wanted to get out of there. I felt my stomach lurching and I felt even worse for Mike. His parents had passed away and he had been left to take care of Annie. Every so often she would go to stay at their Aunt's house in Nebraska while Mike was still attending school. When he turned twenty-one the courts gave full custody of Annie to Mike, and she went back into highschool while he started college.
She looked up to him so much, as I guess every sister would if she doesn't have a brother who beats the shit of her just because he's older. They got along surprisingly well, all of their life together actually. The death of his parents in the crash, that just seemed to have brought them closer together. Now Mike really had no immediate family members left. He was all alone. No. He had me, and I'm sure everyone else will support him as well once they all know what's going on. The strangest thing is that I felt as If this person was out after me, but it hardly seems that way anymore. I'm just concerned for Mike's well being. I couldn't stop thinking about how torn apart he must be because of this. She was all he had left, I know he must feel that way. I leaned in and kissed him, then I hugged him as tight as I could.
"I'm so sorry Mikey. I can't imagine how you must be feeling, but I know how much she meant to you and I'm just so sorry." I said trying to comfort him, If that's even possible.
"It isn't your fault. It's just gonna be hard for a while, trying to deal and everything. I don't know if I can go back home just yet, memories, you know?" He said under his breath.
I leaned back and faked a smile and smoothed his hair over with my hand.
"Just try to relax. I wish I could make it all better, I wish things didn't have to be like this but I'm trying my hardest to stay calm, for you and everyone else. I can't expect you guys to act natural if I'm flipping out." I said placing my hand on top of his.
"I know you're trying, even more than you should. We just need to help eachother out and we'll get through this." Mike said interwinding his fingers with mine.
"I'm just worried about you, you've already escaped death twice in one night." I thought about what I just said, and I noticed Mike looking at me with a rather inquisitive expression on his face.
Before he could say anything, I looked at him and said, "Nevermind."
He nodded his head with still, the same expression and said, "No problem."
I scrunched myself down into his arms and I felt a certain safety wash over me for the first time all day long. I tilted my head back to look up at him and tried to smile.
"I almost lost you today." I whispered closing my eyes.
I felt him bend down and press his lips against my forehead.
"Even so, I'll always find you."
I sat up and touched his face with my hand, kissing his lips and straddling one leg on each side of him. I fumbled my hands around to find his zipper in the dark, now that it was almost 10:30 at night. He leaned over and started kissing my neck, and his hands rested on my hips before he lifted one hand to slide my shirt over my head. He threw it on the floor, and smiled at me. I let my hair down and took his shirt off, dropping it on the floor next to my own. I kissed him around his neck, onto his shoulders and then around his chest in the spots that weren't covered by the bandage wrap. There was another bandage underneath the wrap, that was only over his back where he was stabbed so I gently broke the seal on the wrap and un wravled it from around his body, setting it on the bedside table.
I ran my hand over the second layer of bandage wrap on his back and I noticed Mike clench his teeth together. I kissed him again, nibbling playfully on his lower lip and pulling away. He grinned at me and flipped me over so that I was now lying underneath him. He trailed kisses from my lips, to my neck, and down my chest until he reached my stomach. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and tore away at them, tossing them on the edge of the bed. He brought his lips to mine again while his hand ran down my entire body, leaving chill bumps as he moved along. I felt his hand tug at my panties, and slip them down around my ankles. I kicked them off onto the floor with one of my feet. Then his hand came back up and he reached around my back, lifting the tiny hook that kept my bra closed. He slid off his own pants and his black satin boxers while I shook my arms out from under my bra straps and I shoved the bra underneath the baby blue pillow behind my head.
He just looked down at me, and then started kissing around my bellybutton, and then biting my inner thighs. I felt his tongue circle around one of his thighs, and I looked down at him and smirked. Then he lunged back up at me and I felt his hips slam hard up against mine. I let out a gasp, and then his lips were on mine again. I lifted my head from off of the pillow and held my hands on his shoulders while he placed his left arm around the nape of my neck. I lifted my legs up from the bed and pushing myself against Mike, I wrapped them around his hips. Being underneath the satin sheets became unbearably hot in a matter of minutes, and mike placed his head along side mine, breathing heavily next to my ear. Both our bodies would rise and fall again at the same exact pace, growing faster every now and again. With every lunge I felt myself being sent closer over the edge and then with a final thrust I felt Mike collapse along side of me. I turned on my side and moved closer to him, wiping off sweat that ahd formed around his forehead.
"I wuv you Mikey."
He just smiled and pulled me back into his arms, which is how the both of us fell asleep. The ringing of a phone woke me up and I cranked my neck around to peer at the alarm clock. It was a quarter after seven. I grumbled to myself and sat up using my elbow, and carefully leaned over Mike to reach for the cordless. I picked up the phone and fell back onto the bed beside Mike, who was still sound asleep.
"Hey honey!" A shrill voice came from the other end of the line.
"But of course! I'm so sorry to be calling you this early but I heard everything that happened, or at least I think everything. Renee called last night and explained most of it and I was going to call and check up on you guys but I figured I'd let you sleep since she said you kind of passed out up at the station."
"Passed out I was my friend. Mike and Ivan brought me home I guess."
"Ah. Gotcha. Anyway how are you doin?"
"I'm fine, you just got me up but it's alright I haven't been asleep long anyway."
"Gah! I'm sorry..."
"No don't worry about it, seriously I'm glad to hear from you. Where have you been?"
"I was babysitting for the Davis' again yesterday in the morning. They went out of town for a few days, for a wedding or something in Georgia. Anyway, they needed someone to watch Billy for them. I'm low on cash and tuision is a bitch as you know so i'm trying to get back up there again."
"Yeah I know what you mean."
"Anyway, I spent the whole night in an emergency room. I guess there was peanut butter or something smeared on the wall and the Davis' were having another phone line installed, anyway little Billy decided to stick his tongue in the electrical outlet again to lick the peanut butter out while I was in the bathroom."
"I feel so bad though. When I heard about everything I wanted to be up at the station, but I notified Billy's parents and there was no way that they could catch a plane back here last night."
"Don't worry about it, we have everything under control for the moment at least."
"You sure? Do you need anything?"
"Nah we're fine, thanks sis."
"No problem. Listen, I'll let you get some sleep and I'll either call back in a few hours or you can call me when you decide to get up."
"Alright, thanks hen. I love you, Bye."
"You too, bye hon."
I hung up the phone and stuck it in between the two pillows on the bed.
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