Disclaimer

This is post is one of many in a several part webseries.  While each part varies, this story, overall, will contain the following; Strong Language, Sexual Content, Graphic and Violent descriptions and it may not be suitable for a younger audience.

It does not reflect the views or opinions of the author and is purely a work of fiction.  All names and locations are drawn directly from the author’s imagination.  No animals were ever hurt in the writing of this webseries.  ;p

If this isn’t your cup of tea but you enjoy my other writings, please visit back time to time and let me know!  I’ll be making the occasional post between these mini-chapters as, I think of them.

He blinked his eyes several times in rapid succession as he fought off his recent lethargy.  Judging by the way the light from outside had moved to the other side of his room, he had most likely slept well into the afternoon.

From deeper inside the house, he could hear the soft murmur of voices as at least two people talked back and forth.  Sitting up, he slid his feet off the edge of the bed and cocked his head to the side as he tried to decipher what they were saying.  For several minutes, he turned his head first one way and then the other, but he wasn’t able to make out more than the occasional word.  Whoever was talking didn’t want anyone to overhear their conversation.

His eyes led his head to the right before settling on the alarm clock.  Four twenty-seven?  Could that possibly be right?  As if to answer his question, his stomach suddenly protested having missed lunch.

“Stay. Out. Of. My. Room!”

He jerked as the memory of what had transpired this morning returned.  She was alive?  Then, what had he seen in her room?

“…must be going crazy,” he muttered to himself.

It had seemed so real, but it also made sense that it wasn’t as well.  How else could he explain not having any memory of what happened after the fridge?  He would have had to spent hours cleaning up, all night even, and…

And, what, exactly?

He shook his head back and forth, trying to shake the mental cobwebs away, but it was no use, nothing seemed to make much sense right now and he was hungry.  Finding something to eat was taking precedence over any other thought.  His stomach was seeing to it that nothing else mattered, next to silencing the whiny squelching that it bellowed from his midsection.

As he stood, his bed creaked from the removal of his weight.  Not an unusual sound, but the voices down below suddenly stopped speaking.  His imagination produced images of his family, all sitting around the table and with their heads cocked to the side as they mimicked what he had just moments ago been doing himself.

He, too, stood and listened with his head cocked to the side.  But only for a moment.  As he was standing there, he pictured them; his brothers, sister and mother, all sitting around the table and rapidly jerking their heads from side to side as they listened.  Their eyes were opened wide and their lips were slightly parted.  Their movements were insectile and he was reminded of a documentary he once saw about the Praying Mantis.

The moment passed and he left his room, pausing only long enough to make sure that nobody was going to impede his path to the bathroom.  From downstairs, the voices continued their banter. Being in the hallway, he was now able to determine that they belonged to his brothers and it sounded like they were arguing over who was going to go first on Call of Duty.

As he closed the bathroom door from the inside, his cellphone began to ring.  By the ringtone, he could tell that it was a number he didn’t have in his contacts which brought another puzzled expression to his face.

He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, removing his phone from his pocket before sitting down.

UNKNOWN CALLER

“Hello…?” he drawled out curiously after pressing the answer button.

“Scott?  I wasn’t sure you would answer.  It’s Misty.  Can we talk?”

“Um, y-yeah!  Sure,” he answered a little too enthusiastically.  He hadn’t stopped thinking of the way she had looked back at him the other morning; of how she’d had the tip of her finger in her mouth and of the smile she had flashed at him as she skipped away.  Even though he had just gotten his ass handed to him by her boyfriend, he had also stolen a look up her skirt as…

“Scott?  Are you still there?”

“Yeah, sorry.  I was…in the middle of something.”

“Oh.  I can call back later if you like?”

“N-no!  I mean.  No, that’s okay.  But, isn’t Tommy going to be pissed that you’re calling me?”

“He’s out practicing with the team, so it’s no big deal…”

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I just, uhm…  I felt really bad about what happened and I wanted to say I was sorry.  He shouldn’t been such-”

“-an asshole?” he daringly finished.

“Yeah.  He can be that way sometimes.”  She giggled on the other end of the connection, which is just as well.  Her laughter covered up the sound of what his body was doing beneath him.

“Scott, would you mind meeting me at the drugstore so we can talk?  Just you and me, and I’ll buy you a shake.”

“I-I don’t know Misty.  That doesn’t really seem like a good idea…”

And it wasn’t, either.  Dewie’s Drugstore was only a couple of blocks away from where the practice field was.  It Tommy and his friends drove by…  If they just happened to see her car parked there and, if they decided to stop in and caught them together…

“Okay, how about this.  I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.  If you show up, I’ll buy you a milkshake and we can talk.  If you don’t, no hard feelings.  We just forget that I ever called.  Does that sound good to you?”

He thought about it for a few moments before answering.

“What is it that you want to talk about?”

“It’s a secret.  If you want to know, I mean really, then I’ll see you there!”

She hung up on her end, leaving him staring blankly at the phone.  The world seemed to swim around him as he tried to process just how unreal this conversation had been.  Not only had he just been on the phone with Misty Vandiver, the most popular girl in his class, but he had been naked from the waist down!  The fact that his body had been in the middle of a waste removal did nothing to detract that thought from his raging hormones.

He looked over at the shower and wondered if he would have enough time to clean up before he left.

“I’m going to have to make time,” he muttered to himself.  He hadn’t showered yet today and there was no way he was going to meet the girl of every boy’s fantasy smelling like sweat and a fresh dump.

Nineteen minutes…

Disclaimer

This is post is one of many in a several part webseries.  While each part varies, this story, overall, will contain the following; Strong Language, Sexual Content, Graphic and Violent descriptions and it may not be suitable for a younger audience.

It does not reflect the views or opinions of the author and is purely a work of fiction.  All names and locations are drawn directly from the author’s imagination.  No animals were ever hurt in the writing of this webseries.  ;p

If this isn’t your cup of tea but you enjoy my other writings, please visit back time to time and let me know!  I’ll be making the occasional post between these mini-chapters as, I think of them.

He stood before the yawning door, one hand still on the knob and the other holding onto the frame for support.  His knees wobbled beneath him as he looked upon what the light had revealed.

The alabaster skin of her right foot burned into his retinas, damning him for what he had done.  It lay there, protruding from beneath the sheets, never to stood upon again.

His breath caught in his throat as he suddenly yanked the door closer to him.  There was no way he could continue to let it open.  He couldn’t go any further and see the grim results his rage had produced.

He struggled with his thoughts.

“What have I done,” he wondered softly.  He had never meant to hurt her.  If anything, he had only ever thought about scaring her.  For all of his life, she had looked down upon him. Berated him for the things he did and humiliated him before her friends.  He wanted nothing more than for her to feel what she had made him feel.

But no more.

Never again would he suffer her emotional games.

He had crossed a line that he didn’t even know had been drawn.  When she had come into the room, antagonizing him with her favorite nickname for him since he was a child, it was as if a piano wire somewhere in his mind had snapped.

Everything around him had ceased to exist, except for her waggling posterior and the sound of her voice as she hummed softly to herself.  Nothing mattered at that moment, and nothing would matter again until he could find a way to silence her.

And so he did.  He could still feel each impact of the refrigerator door, as he thundered it closed on her head.  Each blow reverberated up his arm, over and over again until she no longer cried out for him to stop.  Again and again, he crashed it into her skull, until she lay still in a growing pool of her own blood.

But…  Then what?  How did he get her from there to here?  Why could he recall every sight and sound up to that final moment, but nothing afterward?  He had known in the kitchen that something was amiss, but it hadn’t occurred to him just what.  The sour cream, the dent at the bottom of the fridge door; it was all before his face, mocking him with the simplicity of it.

He must have hurriedly cleaned the kitchen and moved her…

“Oh. My. God!  WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!”

He shrieked.  His voice erupted in pure terror, rising quickly to a high falsetto as he leapt backward away from the door.

Megan was standing in the bathroom door across the hall, covered by a large beach towel. Similarly, her hair was also wrapped up in a smaller towel which sat on her head in that funny way that made it look like soft served ice-cream.  She didn’t give him time to answer. She stormed out of the bathroom and, grabbing onto his shirt with both of her hands, threw him back against the wall.

“Answer me, creepo, what the hell do you think you are doing?”

“I…  I was just…”

She jerked him forward, putting her face right in front of his.

“You was just, what, you little twerp?”

He was confused.  His mind was screaming a hundred questions all at once, while his emotions tipped back and forth.  Just seconds ago, he had been elated at the idea of not having to deal with her ever again.  Part of him still cared for his sister, but it had been a very small part.  Even as he opened the door (and saw her lying there?), he had felt a considerable weight roll off of his shoulders.

Now, as she slammed him into the wall, demanding answers from him that he could not give, let alone explain, that weight came crashing back upon him.  His head ached from the impact, still sore from when Tommy had slammed him into the concrete and she must have read the pain from his expression.

She let him go, her own expression momentarily softening as she tightened her towel around her.

“Stay out of my room,” she warned ominously, pausing between each word for effect.  “Or next time I’ll kick your ass worse then what you got at school yesterday.”

She brushed past him and stormed into her room.

Likewise, he quickly retreated to his room as well.  He was suddenly tired.  The last two days felt as if weeks had passed and he needed a nap.  Maybe when he woke, he would have the answers he sought.