Blondie's eyes turned into slits as she glared at me. “Are you always like this?”
The bedsheet was still scandalously wrapped around her curvy body. It was tempting, I had to say. But my dick didn’t rouse at the sight, so that would be a no for me.
“I don't even remember your name.”
She let out a gasp, her hand flying to her tits in shock. Way overdramatic. This wasn't some goddamn soap opera.
The pounding headache was making it difficult to focus, so I blinked several times, trying to clear my blurry vision. How much did I drink? I couldn’t remember shit.
“Two minutes,” I snapped, before walking away. The bathroom door closed behind me, putting the lock in place, in case either of them had the stupid idea to join me. I didn't usually say no to shower sex, but I wasn't in a mood for another sex session. My head was killing me, my body was sore and so was my dick.
After taking a piss, I walked out of the bathroom to see that Blondie had left, but her ‘friend’ was still here. Black hair, exotic sun-kissed skin and brown eyes, she looked like she had just walked out from a magazine.
And those chocolate brown eyes reminded me too much of Lila.
“My name is Tammy,” she introduced, breathlessly, with a thick British accent. “I mean, you didn’t ask for our names last night.”
That was because I didn’t need to know her name to fuck her. Nameless and faceless. There were countless women before her; she was just another lay. I was probably just another man on her list, too.
She only had her skimpy panties and bra on, her big tits practically spilling out. Any man would take their time with her body, but I wasn’t that man.
Tammy sauntered over to me, stopping an inch away. Her tits brushed against my chest, and she smoothed her palm over my abs, sliding down toward my dick. She cupped me in her warm hand, rubbing me through my boxers. “C’mon, babe. Don’t be like this. I thought you said we could go all night. We barely just started. Now that Jenna is gone, it’s just us.”
My patience was thin, and I snapped, roughly grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the door. On our way, I grabbed her black dress off the couch and dumped both outside the door.
Her face was a mask of fury, her lips parted, probably to curse me, but I slammed the door before she could go on a rage-filled rant. What a typical scene.
Yeah, I was being an asshole.
But fuck, I didn’t have the strength to deal with girls like her right now.
I sank into the bed with my head still throbbing.
Sleep took over within a minute, but it was no beauty sleep.
“Run and hide. I’ll count to twenty before coming to find you,” Nala said to me with a giggle. We were playing hide and seek. It was my favorite game to play with Nala because I was smart, and she could never find me.
Mommy said I was the smartest.
That was why I always won our games.
Nala started counting, and I ran to the basement. She wouldn’t find me there. I had to find the perfect hiding place. Our house was huge, and there were corners to hide, but Nala knew almost all of them by now. We had been friends for a few weeks, and she discovered all my hiding spots. So, I had to find a new one.
The closet!
I closed the door behind me and snuck under the shelf. Perfect spot. I was going to win again. Mommy showed me this spot when we were playing last time.
I waited and waited…and waited for Nala to find me.
It must have been a long time because my knees were starting to hurt from staying in the same position for too long.
I crawled from under my hiding spot and went to the door.
My heart froze when the door didn’t budge.
I pulled harder.
It didn’t open.
“Mommy,” I called out, but then I realized…
My parents weren’t home. Daddy said he had a business meeting, and they would be home late. They were always busy, always leaving the house in the morning before I woke up and coming home later, after I’d gone to bed. That was why Nala was here to keep me company. She was Mrs. Kavanaugh’s daughter, our maid.
I pulled at the door even harder.
It wouldn’t open.
No, no, no.
“Nala! Nala, I’m here. In the basement. Nala, come find me!”
I slapped the door, punched and kicked and screamed. My throat started to feel dry, and tears slid down my cheeks. I didn’t like crying. I had to be strong, like daddy. He never cried.
But I couldn’t… stop… the…tears…
“Daddy,” I yelled, feeling myself go cold.
Scared… I was so scared and cold. Why was I so cold? My teeth rattled, and I shivered, feeling more tears slide down my cheeks. My face was wet as I cried more.
I didn’t like this.
Why couldn’t I open the door?
Why? Why?
I pulled and pulled, but the door was too heavy for me, and it wouldn’t open.
“Mommy, please! Mommy! Daddy!” I screamed.
Why couldn’t anyone hear me?
Maybe… maybe… they’d eventually realize I was missing, and they’d come find me later. Mommy knew of this hiding spot; she’d know where to find me.
I sank to the ground, bringing my knees to my chest.
Mommy and Daddy would find me, I knew they would.
“When they come home, they’ll search for me,” I murmured.
I had to be strong. Strong like Ironman. I had to be strong like Daddy.
I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep or for how long, but when I opened my eyes again, it was dark.
So dark, I couldn’t see anything.
The lights, what happened to them?
Oh no.
I couldn’t see…
I couldn’t breathe…
“Mommy!” I scrambled up, searching for an escape.
I punched the door, but my hands were too small, and they started hurting.
But I didn’t stop.
I punched and screamed louder. “Mommy! I’m here. Daddy!”
It was so dark. I didn’t like it; I didn’t like the darkness. I never did. It scared me, that was why mommy always left my night light on.
“Help! Help me! I’m in the closet… help… me…”
I couldn’t breathe…
I couldn’t breathe….
“I can’t… help…. I can’t… breathe… mommy…”
My heart was beating too fast.
I couldn’t see anything.
It was dark, so so dark.
My body shuddered, and I stumbled on the floor, next to the door, still scratching and punching.
“Can’t… breathe… daddy… please… please… come find… me! Please…”
I cried.
I didn’t want to; I had to be strong, but I couldn’t stop.
I cried harder.
“I’m… scared…”
My hand went numb until I couldn’t feel it anymore. “Don’t… leave me here… mommy. Help,” I whispered when I could no longer scream.
Everything hurt.
My head. My throat. My hand. My body.
Everything.
And it was so dark. There was a monster in the dark, like in the movies. I could feel it watching me, and my skin crawled.
The monster kept watching me; I couldn’t see it, but it was there.