Page 21 of Under My Bed

Great. Just. Fucking. Great.

Laugh it up world, because you really fucked me over with this one.

A fucking human soulmate.

Fuck me.

20

Stella

1 week later

"Kassie… Please talk to me?"

Why does it hurt so much?

God, I felt so stupid lying on the ground with half my body under my bed and talking into the emptiness. But I couldn't think of any other way to try and get through to him. Kastoron moved around the house and property freely, but he always came back under the bed at the end of the day.

"I miss you, please." This was so fucking pathetic, but I have stooped to this level.

One week, that's how long I have gone without direct contact with Kastoron ever since that second night we slept together. And I felt utterly broken. He still did things around the house, like throw small items at me, slam the doors, pound the floor, and trip me using shadow ropes, but never once had he fully manifested himself before me since that night.

I missed the damn bastard, so much so that it physically ached my heart. I don't know what it was exactly, but I felt a strange connection to Kastoron. I mean, it might have already been there since he pounced on me on my very first night here. He terrified the shit out of me, but after the initial shock, something bloomed within.

As annoying as he was, I looked forward to his antics and found comfort in them. Also, probably a little fucked up, but it also meant he paid attention to me and still thought about me enough to be around me.

Even if his antics kept up over the past week, it wasn't the same without him being present. Literally, a piece of him was missing—at least, that's what it felt like to me.

The only time I actually felt his presence was at night, but at that point, I wasn't sure if he was real or if I was dreaming. I could feel the wispy touches of his shadows, and often, the roughness of his fingers or the soft scrapping of his nails followed. Most of the time, I felt him linger around my hands, but other times, I would feel his touch wander my body—no, he hasn't tried to have sex with me while I slept. Although, not gonna lie, low key wished he would sometimes when he touched me too much and got me aroused.

It sucked to fully wake up all horny without him around to relieve me. Well, it sucked to wake up and not have him there, but it was slightly more irritating with the ache between my legs.

Disappointed at the silence I got in response, I lightly patted the floor before scooting myself back out. "I'll leave you lunch on the table again. I got a shoot to do, so don't bother me for the next few hours."

Hint hint: fucking bother me, so I know you still care!

For the most part, he didn't bother me too much when I was with a client ever since I started my home studio. I mean, he still poked his head in every now and then and messed around a bit, but nothing too major that would scare my client away. Thankfully, my client today was a close friend of mine who knew a bit about my permanent house guest. So, even if something did happen, hopefully, she wouldn't take it too hard.

Unfortunately, the session went smoothly, and I was about to lose all hope until I noticed something off with my friend. "Is something a matter?" I asked warily as I followed the direction of her gaze, which led me to the hallway.

Shaking her head, she rubbed her eyes a bit. "I… Uhh no, it's nothing. I thought I saw a shadow move, but it was probably just my eyes playing tricks on me." She dismissed me with a quick smile and a wave of her hand.

"Huh? Oh, that's probably just Kassie." I responded to her with a hopeful smile.

"Kassie? Is that what you're calling the demon who lives here?" Her eyes bugged out at me as if I had sprouted a pair of wings.

Chuckling, I reassured her with a smile and a dismissive wave of her hand. "Don't worry about Kassie, he likes to hang around—"

Bang!

"Holy shit!" My friend exclaimed to the sound of the door slamming.

"He's just throwing a fit, don't worry about it. He does it all the time. I mean, I'm surprised these doors haven't fallen off their hinges yet with how much he slams them." Okay, now I sounded like I belonged in a psych ward.

Given how my friend eyed me right now, I was prepared for her to reach for her phone and call for someone. "Do you need me to call a priest? A medium? Demonologist? I mean, you've seen those paranormal shows with me and the other girls. You know how this shit plays out."

"Gracie, it's fine. Kastoron is harmless."

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