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“It’s not like that,” she pouts. “God, you’re so dramatic! You’re practically twisting my words too. I just slipped a couple of pills into her coffee, and she drank them down. It’s not like I even meant to! She looked tired from school, and hanging out with you, and all the babysitting, so I thought I’d help her sleep using chemicals okay? It’s not a huge deal, so calm down.”
That’s it. I have no more time for this bitch who just drugged my girlfriend using god knows what. Immediately, I turn and practically run from my townhouse.
“Get out!” I thunder as I leave the house. “Don’t ever come back!”
The blonde picks up her purse and swings it over one shoulder as she follows me down the stoop.
“So touchy!” she whines again. “What, my pussy wasn’t tight enough for a big stud like you?”
But her words fall on deaf ears because I don’t care what Pamela wants, or where she’s going. All I know is that my girlfriend has been drugged against her will, and it’s up to me to save her.
CHAPTER11
Brad
“Paisley! Paisley!” I thunder while banging on her dorm room door. “Open up!”
Unfortunately, there’s no sign of life from inside, and a couple students walking by shoot suspicious glares my way. But I’m not giving up, and I don’t care if I look like a lunatic breaking down my woman’s door.
“Paisley!” I yell again. “Please, sweetheart, wake up!”
Finally, a young girl with pink hair and perfectly circular glasses approaches me.
“Are you that old guy Paisley’s been dating?” the woman asks, squinting up at me. This girl is dressed like a fairy complete with a pair of gossamer wings, but I suppose you can wear anything to class these days.
“Yes, I’m Brad Landry,” I say in a tight voice. “Listen, do you know where maintenance is? I need to get this door open because Paisley’s inside and needs my help. I’m her boyfriend. Or do you have a key?”
The girl lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Of course, I don’t have a key. Only Paisley would have that, duh,” she says. “But I guess I can help you if you really are her boyfriend,” she says in a slow voice.
“Please,” I state again, my voice breaking a little. “I’m begging you because she could be in danger.”
The pink-haired girl rolls her eyes once more and lets out another huff of exasperation.
“Okay fine. Only Paisley has the key, but you know these locks. They’re so shitty because this dorm was built in the 1930’s or something. All you need is a hairpin,” she says, pulling one out of her pink locks, “and then you twist it around, and jimmy the lock a bit,” she says, wiggling the hairpin, “and then see, voila! You’re in,” she says as the door swings open. But then the pink fairy shoots me another suspicious look. “But you better not do anything to Paisley otherwise I’m calling the cops.”
“No, it’s fine,” I say rushing inside. “I appreciate it!”
With that, the door shuts and I’m left alone with my princess. “Princess” really is the right word because Paisley’s sound asleep on her bed. It’s clear that she stumbled in and passed out because she’s not even underneath the blankets. Instead, she lies on top of her comforter, fully dressed with the glare of a bright streetlamp shining on her form.
“Pais,” I say in a low voice. “Please wake up, honey.”
But Paisley doesn’t stir, not one bit. I approach her still form, almost scared to see if she’s still breathing. Fortunately, she is and I can detect her bosom rising and falling gently with each soft susurration.
“Pais,” I try again, falling to my knees at her bedside. “It’s me, baby. It’s time to wake up.”
But the beautiful blonde is utterly still, dreaming in Never-Never Land. As a result, I try a trick that works in fairy tales, but who knows if it’ll work now? I lean forward and press my lips to her plush pout, savoring the fresh taste of her mouth as she inhales again, her breath soft and sweet against my cheek.
“Baby,” I whisper. “It’s me, Brad. I’m here.”
Lo and behold, Paisley’s lashes slowly lift, her big blue eyes innocent and sleepy.
“Hi Brad,” she murmurs while wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “I was dreaming of you.”
“Hi baby,” I whisper before taking her curvy form into my arms. “I was so worried about you. Are you okay?”
She smiles sleepily again, letting out a yawn.
