really needed to get a proper weapon…
Fifteen minutes later and I was knocking on Jared’s apartment door. It opened with a swirl of desperation, his red-headed roommate looking out at me, butt-ass naked.
“Uh…” I cleared my throat and stepped backward. “What, uh…what’s going on, Billy? You, uh…you’re naked…”
“I sucked a man’s dick!”
I’d been doing a lot of confused blinking in the last couple of days, and this was no exception. “That’s something. Is, uh, is Jared here?”
“Did you hear me? Why the fuck did I suck a man’s dick, Sasha? Am I gay?” Billy’s eyes were wild and unfocused. His cock was standing on end.
Suddenly I knew exactly what happened—two guys that liked to prey on straight boys had happened—and it wasn’t very nice to leave his memories intact. Poor Billy was scared out of his head, having known he liked girls his whole life and suddenly unsure; but unlike a drunken night of experimentation, he had been blind-sided. Unfortunately, I didn’t know how to talk him down, nor did I want to get any closer. Billy’s eyes were starting to lose their focus, sliding down my body in unmasked lust.
“I need to screw you,” he said immediately.
I took another step back. “Is Jared in there?”
“Nah, he got kidnapped. C’mon pretty pussy cat, I wanna pet you.”
“You need to stay in your house until this wears off, Billy. You’re dangerous.”
“I’m a thrill ride. Wanna ticket?”
Ugh! I turned and ran down the hall, looking back before I hit the stairs to make sure Billy turned back into his house. Miracle of miracles, thankfully he did.
“Kidnapped?” I asked myself, knowing full well it was Charles and that other, scary guy.
Outside his apartment complex I slowed to a walk, thinking. How would I know where they took him? Because I had to get him back—that was a given. I could go back to that alleyway where those guys tended to pop up, but having been accosted by a homeless man, and met by crazy monsters that could spit out other, more colorful monsters, I wasn’t in a hurry to go alone.
I sank into the driver’s seat of my Firebird. Those guys must live somewhere. They may not be human, apparently, but everything needed a place to reside. So the question then became : Where did they live?
Probably on the bad side of town, since the Boss referred to it as his territory.
Suddenly , in full action, I started my car and stepped on the gas. Some guy dove out of the way, groceries flying.
“Sorry!” I yelled out the window, berating myself for not looking first.
Speeding to my general destination, I couldn’t help but feel a hard pang of guilt. In the back of my head I knew, just knew , this had to do with my secret box. I’d finally found the things I’d been catching glimpses of my entire life (they were real!), and while a huge part of me was relieved I wasn’t crazy, Jared was somewhere right now probably thinking he was. My life had officially started to corrode him.
It was only a matter of time.
Slowing as I neared the old crash site from a couple of nights ago, I noticed the fresh scar on the tree. I kept driving, letting out the other contents of my secret box and grasping a really helpful little tool. I’d always thought of it as women’s intuition, just a lot more potent than other people’s. I could find a diamond earring on a soccer field after everyone else had looked all day and given up. I had feelings about pop quizzes. I could guess someone’s intentions a second before they acted on them. It wasn’t failsafe, and it didn’t always work, but when it did, miracles happened.
I needed a miracle right now.
In a weird kind of daze, I let my inner voice guide me, my arms dropping to the right on the steering wheel, then the left, taking turns until I slowed in the nicer part of town. Low and behold, looming up on the left, huge and brooding, was a freaking mansion! A fortress, more like, dominating the neighborhood
Fifteen minutes later and I was knocking on Jared’s apartment door. It opened with a swirl of desperation, his red-headed roommate looking out at me, butt-ass naked.
“Uh…” I cleared my throat and stepped backward. “What, uh…what’s going on, Billy? You, uh…you’re naked…”
“I sucked a man’s dick!”
I’d been doing a lot of confused blinking in the last couple of days, and this was no exception. “That’s something. Is, uh, is Jared here?”
“Did you hear me? Why the fuck did I suck a man’s dick, Sasha? Am I gay?” Billy’s eyes were wild and unfocused. His cock was standing on end.
Suddenly I knew exactly what happened—two guys that liked to prey on straight boys had happened—and it wasn’t very nice to leave his memories intact. Poor Billy was scared out of his head, having known he liked girls his whole life and suddenly unsure; but unlike a drunken night of experimentation, he had been blind-sided. Unfortunately, I didn’t know how to talk him down, nor did I want to get any closer. Billy’s eyes were starting to lose their focus, sliding down my body in unmasked lust.
“I need to screw you,” he said immediately.
I took another step back. “Is Jared in there?”
“Nah, he got kidnapped. C’mon pretty pussy cat, I wanna pet you.”
“You need to stay in your house until this wears off, Billy. You’re dangerous.”
“I’m a thrill ride. Wanna ticket?”
Ugh! I turned and ran down the hall, looking back before I hit the stairs to make sure Billy turned back into his house. Miracle of miracles, thankfully he did.
“Kidnapped?” I asked myself, knowing full well it was Charles and that other, scary guy.
Outside his apartment complex I slowed to a walk, thinking. How would I know where they took him? Because I had to get him back—that was a given. I could go back to that alleyway where those guys tended to pop up, but having been accosted by a homeless man, and met by crazy monsters that could spit out other, more colorful monsters, I wasn’t in a hurry to go alone.
I sank into the driver’s seat of my Firebird. Those guys must live somewhere. They may not be human, apparently, but everything needed a place to reside. So the question then became : Where did they live?
Probably on the bad side of town, since the Boss referred to it as his territory.
Suddenly , in full action, I started my car and stepped on the gas. Some guy dove out of the way, groceries flying.
“Sorry!” I yelled out the window, berating myself for not looking first.
Speeding to my general destination, I couldn’t help but feel a hard pang of guilt. In the back of my head I knew, just knew , this had to do with my secret box. I’d finally found the things I’d been catching glimpses of my entire life (they were real!), and while a huge part of me was relieved I wasn’t crazy, Jared was somewhere right now probably thinking he was. My life had officially started to corrode him.
It was only a matter of time.
Slowing as I neared the old crash site from a couple of nights ago, I noticed the fresh scar on the tree. I kept driving, letting out the other contents of my secret box and grasping a really helpful little tool. I’d always thought of it as women’s intuition, just a lot more potent than other people’s. I could find a diamond earring on a soccer field after everyone else had looked all day and given up. I had feelings about pop quizzes. I could guess someone’s intentions a second before they acted on them. It wasn’t failsafe, and it didn’t always work, but when it did, miracles happened.
I needed a miracle right now.
In a weird kind of daze, I let my inner voice guide me, my arms dropping to the right on the steering wheel, then the left, taking turns until I slowed in the nicer part of town. Low and behold, looming up on the left, huge and brooding, was a freaking mansion! A fortress, more like, dominating the neighborhood
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