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Nodding my head, “I’m having an off day. You’re right, I need to sleep. As long as you’re there too, I’ll be fine. I just need a familiar face with me. Will you stand next to me?”
“Of course I will! You’re not doing this alone. One day I will take over for my dad and I will need you next to me too.” Harper reaches in for another hug. I didn’t think I was a hugger, but she is really good at it.
When she pulls back, I almost don’t want to let her. “Ok, I’m going to go. You rest! Tomorrow maybe spend the day in the graveyard when Joanie isn’t there. It’s kind of relaxing, and you can get to know more spirits. I love you!”
“I love you too.” I smile back at her. She gets up from the bed and walks to the door. Flicking off my light, she demands, “Sleep!” Then shuts my door.
I really do love that girl. I’m not sure I would have survived this far if it wasn’t for her.
* * *
Morning sun creeps through my curtains.
Rubbing my eyes, I grab my phone to check the time. It’s already 10:30am, having slept ten hours, I feel refreshed. I roll over to turn on the lamp and… What the fuck?
I need to touch it to make sure it’s real and I’m not dreaming.
My finger brushes alongside it, and the silver is cold against my skin. Shiny red rubies line the center and appear to go all the way around. Intricate designs run along the stem.
It’s real.
It’s the fucking goblet from Joanie’s room. How did it end up here, in my room?
Chapter19
Merrick
And you all thought chivalry was dead.
Yeah, I got the goblet for her.
Not because I felt bad for what happened earlier in the day. I thoroughly enjoyed that. Possibly a little too much. I ended up having to have one off the wrist afterward. Holding Joanie’s pathetic body in the air like that. What a fucking dream it was.
Moving on from that.
The goblet. The infamous goblet.
Did I want her to try to get into Joanie’s room and fail?
Yes.
Did I want her to plead for my help? Get on her knees and beg, ‘Oh, please, Merrick, please will you help me? I’ll suck your dick.’That last bit is greedy hope, considering each of our prior sexual encounters were initiated by me, and her not exactly enjoying it.
Of course, I want her to beg for my help, and there is still time for that. She doesn’t even need to beg willingly. As long as she’s on her knees, I’ll take it.
Anyway….
Back to the goblet and why I am so nice.
Honestly, I couldn’t take another minute of her fucking moaning and groaning.
Anything to shut the girl up. If that includes shoving my cock in her mouth, then so be it. I’ll fucking do it. Next time, there will be no goblet to save her tonsils.
Once I heard my stupid little girl and Harper having their girl talk, I had to get the fuck out of there. So now I’m in the cemetery sitting on the grass, smoking a joint behind one of the taller tombstones. The base is a large, thick square with a statue of an angel holding its heart standing on top of it. If anyone were to come down here, they wouldn’t be able to see me.
Can’t smoke a joint in my ghost form, now can I?
My legs are bent at the knee. Both my wrists resting on top of them with the burning joint squeezed between thumb and forefinger. The hood of my black zip up hoodie is up and pieces of my white hair are falling over my eyes.
