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It’s hard for me to be upset about leaving this place, but I also feel a deep grief diffuse throughout my chest. It’s a grief not for the life I had here, but the life I could have had.
With all the resources my father has, I could have practically paid for college in cash. I could have gone on to become someone respectable and productive instead of being involved in this never-ending mess. I’m angry at him for having me at all, because he should have known from the beginning that he was never going to love me the way I needed him to.
Dominik leads me to the back of the house where he’s parked a motorcycle. I’ve never ridden one before, and I feel nausea begin to creep up my throat.
“Do we have to take this? I’m so nervous, I’ve seen so many crashes online,” I say as he checks the bike for any last-minute issues.
“Mika, do you trust me? Do you think I would intentionally put you in a situation where I knew you would get hurt?” he asks, and my anxiety is replaced with guilt.
He hands me the only helmet on the bike, and I place it awkwardly on my head as the foam interior dampens my peripheral hearing.
I can’t hear him anymore, but he’s climbing on the bike, motioning for me to follow him. I panic again, but it’s too late for me to turn back now. There’s no way I could just wander back into the house and pretend this never happened. Just like everything else I’ve feared, this kind of betrayal of my father would get us both killed.
I climb onto the back of the bike, and Dominik takes my arms and wraps them around his waist.
My belly flutters for a moment at the sudden close contact, and I have to admit that I can’t complain about the ride if this is the position I’ll be riding in.
He turns the key, and the bike moves at barely a crawling speed until we’re off the property. Dominik sort of limps it over to the road with his leg, hesitating to rev the engine and go faster until we’re one-hundred percent clear.
I jump as he revs the engine, taking off down the road. My heart is in my throat, trying to hang on for dear life.
The ride is much smoother than I expected it to be, but I’m still terrified as I envision all the fatal crashes I’ve seen on the side of the highway. I saw one rider get scraped off the pavement, half his body a giant bloody mess of connective tissue and bone.
My grip on Dominik never lessens, and I start to wonder if he’s annoyed by how clingy I’m being. Does he think I’m immature for being scared? Does he actually like it?
He hadn’t told me about where we were going, and the ride lasts forty-five minutes until we’re on an exit ramp coming into the bad part of the city. I start to feel nervous again as I realize that I’ve never actually been here before, and I wouldn’t know my way around town if I got separated from Dominik.
We continue on through the weaving streets, driving past so many abandoned houses and churches that have been boarded up and shutdown. Seeing so many things left behind and forgotten puts a wound in my heart, like I’m seeing the bones of a once-happy community.
The roads start to become more entangled, and eventually we stop in the parking lot of a plain looking, rectangular building with minimal signage out front.
“Where are we?” I ask without hesitation. No more surprises. I need to know what’s going on.
“It’s a hostel. I used to stay here when I was between fighting jobs back in my twenties. They charge next to nothing, but you also get next to nothing. It’s a give and take.”
I can already feel my skin crawling with scabies and centipedes. I can’t refuse Dominik’s offer for help, especially not now. I just might not relax for the entire time that we’re here.
“How long are we going to be here?” I ask as we begin to walk towards the front entrance.
“Not sure yet, but we should be pretty safe from the Bratva here. It’s so far out of their territory that they’d never suspect that we’d come here,” he replies, placing his hand on my back as if to guide me toward the door.
The inside of the building is just as nondescript and eerily plain as the outside. All the walls are light tan, and the chairs in the waiting area probably can’t hold more than a hundred and fifty pounds at best. There’s a smell in the air, but it’s not quite unpleasant. It reminds me of wood shavings, earthy and subtle.
Dominik pays the person at the front desk, and we’re assigned a bed. They’re almost at capacity, so we have to share it. Of course, I won’t complain about that. I could never fall asleep by myself in a place like this.
We’re guided back to a common area where I see three rows of bunk beds, most of them taken just as the receptionist had said. I try to get a closer look at everyone in here, just to see if there’s someone I think I should watch out for.
Our bed is toward the corner of the room, and I’m not sure if this bothers me or makes me feel more secure. I suppose I’m going to have mixed emotions the entire time we’re here, so I might as well just take what I’m given.
Fortunately, we’re both equally exhausted and ready for sleep. Dominik climbs into the bed, trying to distribute the blanket evenly for both of us.
I climb in after him, and the warmth of his body against mine sends a shockwave of unanticipated arousal through me. This is such a stupid, horrible time to feel this way, and I’m going to be thinking about him nonstop until he fucks me again.
The mattress is stained and flat, and the blanket has a hole in it near the corner on my side. If it weren’t so cold in here, I would be perfectly content just lying here uncovered. I don’t know whose fluids could have been on this bed.
He must be just as uncomfortable as I am, because he inches closer to me and puts his arm around my waist. My stomach flutters again, except this time it’s accompanied by a tingle emerging in my clit. I know that right now is the least appropriate time to be feeling this way, but he does nothing to stop my body from reacting to him. He likes it, and he’s paying me back for teasing him so much.
I’m so embarrassed to be horny like this in a public space, but my feelings from before are only compounded by how I feel now. I consider sneaking my hand down the front of my pants and masturbating slowly enough that nobody could see. Would that work? Would it get us kicked out if we got caught?
