I giggle to myself, looking over at him. The grin on his face makes me smile even more before I pat his chest. “I’m pretty sure I like the fuccboi better.” Pausing before I head back towards the truck. “Can we get something to eat, I’m starving?”
It’s still dark when I roll over to an empty bed. It’s been days that I’ve spent in Zane’s bed, okay and house. There’s just something about him makes me feel safe, almost like I have known him my entire life. Something just feels comfortable with him. My mouth is dry as I sit up, looking around, looking for him, but not seeing anything other than the cracked door, light just barely streaming into the room.
Last night we went out again, just as we have this entire week, but we left the club early. All it took was a look from him and I was ready as he pulled me out of the dark bar. But not before he pushed me into the wall again and made me squirm until I came on his fingers again.
And when we got back, we fucked, and we talked and laughed. Something about it just felt too comfortable, and I let the alarms come through this time, warning me of this, of him. Only, I don’t think I’m ready to give him up just yet.
“Zane?” I call out, but don’t get a response.
I should ask more questions about where the hell we even are, why this house is enormous, and how he’s able to keep it.
Who the fuck were his parents?
I know his dad seems to be fond of motorcycles, and that they are close with a group of people. But I have seen no others the entire week which we’ve been here, except for Drew.
“Zane?” I call out a second time as I stand up, reaching over and grabbing his shirt off of the ground and pulling it up over my head. Stepping out into the hallway, I climb the stairs. When I reach the top, I look around, but all I’m met with is a dark house.
“Zane?” I call out again, hoping that somewhere in the background he’ll call out, but I’m yet again met with silence.
I catch a glow coming from around the garage door that leads to the kitchen. I remember him telling me he would find his dad out there when he was having a hard time.
Maybe that’s where he is.
Creeping across the kitchen that I have grown to know in the last few days until my hand is resting on the doorknob. Slowly, I twist it and pull it open. I’m still disappointed when I’m standing alone inside, but the open garage door propels me forward. I know when we came back he made it a point to close it.
I debate walking back to the room and grabbing my shoes, but I slip on the ones he gave me to wear yesterday and walk out of the open door.
I take the trail which he had driven over every day, finally being able to pay attention to it. The dirt road isn’t lengthy before it opens up and there are 4 other houses. One of which is the house that we went to when he grabbed the clothes for me.
I assume he’s not in any of them, though, with as dark as they are, and the road narrows down once again. I pass a garage to my left. Before the gigantic building that I haven’t seen any sign of life at the entire time I’ve been here, but I’ve caught him glancing over at it as we pass.
I’m surprised as I come up to the door and find it unlocked. Pushing it open, stepping into a kitchen, there’s a staircase to my left and a countertop to separate the kitchen from the attached room. I can smell the stagnancy of the old building. And most likely, the scent of old beer that was spilled somewhere, along with who fucking knows what else.
I think I see a slight glow of a light all the way across the room, off to the right.
I turn as I look. I can see a glow coming out of a room now.
I hope it’s him in here. If not, I’ll be standing essentially naked in only Zane’s shirt, in front of a complete stranger.
As I step to the door, I hear someone speaking. His voice sounds similar to Zane’s, but it sounds like it’s at a distance.
“Come on, Care.” There’s a slight laugh as he says it.
“Ash, you better be fucking glad you can’t resist me.” A female voice says back, matching his humorous tone.
“Not even a little goddamn bit—” it sounds as if he was going to say something else, but he’s cut off by the sound of squealing tires, and then there are gunshots.
I round the doorframe, coming into an office and I see Zane sitting in a chair, in only a pair of sweatpants. His feet falling from the left side of the screen, where he had them kicked up on the desk as the scene continues to unfold.
I’m stunned as I watch the older version of Zane on the monitor hold out his arm. I can see the flicker of light from the gun barrel as he fires it back at the car that is just off screen. Zane’s mom even has a gun held out as she fires in unison with him.
His dad shouts something out as he keeps firing, but there’s too much going on the screen to be able to tell what it is.
And then the shots stop.
I stand with my hand over my mouth as Zane’s dad laughs out. “That’s right motherfucker, come here again and see what it is—”
“Ash…” His wife calls out and my eyes immediately flicker to her on the screen just below him. Instantly, Zane zooms in on the screen to where they are.
