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Kaleb
I was trapped.
Crawling in my own skin like the caged monster I could no longer deny I was.
Red lights echoing across my black eyes.
Two girls were currently draped across me like curtains in a suburban housewife’s Better and Homes magazine. Their pages having been flipped through so many times it was a miracle they managed to stick together without dissolving into a puddle of disgrace. Personalities of a fucking used napkin these two.
I watched in boredom as the blond one runs her tongue along the other girl's neck. Her eyes finding mine as she pushes her breasts up against the brunette's chest.
I ignored them, my feet starting to shift back and forth as nervous energy swept up and down my body like a storm locked in a bottle. Waiting to combust.
In my peripheral, the two girls began to grind against one another, and I sighed. Boredom mixed in a cocktail of recklessness, my eyes started to scan the room, distantly aware of my hands wringing together.
I hated this. The waiting part. I hated waiting here. The walls constantly threatening to suffocate me with memories better left dead.
Against my better judgment, a seed of doubt popped in my head like used gum. Just like it always does when I’m anywhere near this place. Business was good, don't get me wrong. My pockets were so heavy it was a miracle my pants stayed on my own ass, but it never seemed to stop my mind from running like a fucking treadmill. Filling my head with sand until all reason was snuffed out.
It also didn't help that I couldn't sleep last night. Or any night really. The doc had given me something to help with that. The blue pills now had a cozy little spot in the bottom of my trash can, collecting dust amongst finished beer cans, snuffed blunts, and other valuables.
Tugging my hand through my unruly locks, I lifted my head, my dark eyes piercing anyone who dared glance my way.
It was still early. The night just beginning to take a turn for the raunchy. Couples getting restless with the alcohol and drugs running through their systems. The substances reaching their peak high for the night.
But they were late.
And I don’t like to be kept waiting.
The blonde, Gina? Giana? Was also getting restless, her hands reaching for the button on my ripped jeans. Bored, I watch as her fingers begin playing with the rips in my pants, before shoving her fingers underneath the torn denim, raking me up and down with her red-painted claws. Her head bent down, her intention clear as day as she lowered herself down to her knees, shoving her hair behind her neck. I leaned back, hands coming to rest behind my head, willing to let her play.
I barely felt the deft tugs on my jeans, my head once again dancing around the room as Gabriella or whatever the fuck her name was got down to business on my lower half. Touching and teasing me with her tongue. Her touches barely registered, my mind too wound up to register much of anything nowadays. Not to mention my sleep-repulsed mind wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone for two minutes. Suddenly, I felt eyes on me. I glanced up like a restless addict going through withdrawals, my pulse racing with the familiar feeling of being watched.
Great, I can't relax, and now some motherfucker is watching me like a hawk at my own party.
I looked around the room with more intensity, seeking out the culprit. My black devil eyes missing nothing as they scan the red-soaked walls. The same stupid walls that trapped my mind with bent rusted claws. Honestly, it was a miracle the walls even stayed standing, and my irises took everything in. Memorizing the same broken house I’d stared at more times than I’d ever willingly admit.
I froze when I spot her.
My stalker.
Well, what do we have here?
The girl couldn't have stood out more if she tried. Hovering at the edge of the room like some sort of sad pathetic puppy, Goldie Lock's certainty looked lost. I watched the pathetic girl as her fingers nervously twirled a piece of that innocent blond hair between her thumbs. Girl definitely made a wrong turn. Or two. Or a few fucking thousand.
Looks like someone decided to take a walk, too bad it was right into the wolves’ den.
Reluctantly, my eyes soaked her in until there was nothing left. Tangled sandy braids, scuffed checkered sneakers, and a cheap band tee sticking to her porcelain skin.
I smirked, the girl practically wreaked innocence. A fucked up white rose just begging to be plucked. It was a shame such innocence did little for me.
In fact, it repulsed me.
Her upturned nose scrunches, finally noticing my attention, and against my wishes, her ocean eyes drowned me. Pulled me in like some sort of sci-fi gravity bullshit. She didn’t look away like most would, and instead, she glanced down at my lap, her doe eyes going so wide I could pop her irises like a pair of birthday balloons.
Distracted, I had almost forgotten the party girl was upon me, sucking and playing with my cock, and my dick nearly doubled in size.
Thinking it was because of her touch that I was turned on, the girl's strokes became even more eager. Pumping me up and down until she was nearly choking on my length.
