Page 52 of Little Psycho

But right now, in this moment, with the echoes of our laughter bouncing off the walls of our apartment, I can’t help but feel a sense of peace.A fleeting moment of contentment before the storm hits.And part of me holds onto that, knowing that it’s these moments that make everything else bearable..

But as the night deepens and the shadows grow longer, it still feels like Cali is watching me.If we want to survive this, we’re going to have to be ready for whatever she throws at us.The game is far from over, and I have a sinking feeling that the hardest challenges still lie ahead.So for now, I let myself sink deeper into the couch, letting the warmth of the cigarette and the remnants of the high wash over me.

Tomorrow, we’ll face Calista.But tonight, I’ll let myself forget for just a little while longer.

TWENTY-ONE

TAUNTING

BRAT—MANIC KAZZY

CALISTA

Inever thought watching a man give another man head would turn me on or make my pussy as wet as it is right now.But I’m fucking soaking wet and aroused, tempted to pop out of the closet to go and join them.As much as I want to, I don’t, not ready to come face to face with them just yet.

I resist, staying crouched in the linen closet, the overwhelming scent of clean laundry and pot wafting up my nose and enveloping me as heat radiates between my thighs.A sheen of sweat covers my skin, catching the light filtering through the crack in the closet door.

Noticing the moaning and grunting have stopped, I swallow slowly to try and moisten my dry throat, inching carefully toward the crack to see what they’re doing now.

The sight before me warms my heart, almost making me regret my actions.Dom rests his head on Kill’s shoulder as they sit shirtless on the couch, idly flipping through TV channels.In a tender display of affection, Kill runs his fingers through Dom’s hair, a gesture of love that I desperately crave for myself.

I begin to doubt myself the longer I’m here, wondering what brought on heavy regret all of a sudden.I yearn for the love and attention the guys show each other and the support they shower one another with on a daily basis.I don’t have any of that.I have no one but Addy, and fuck, her ass has been pissing me off more than usual lately.

“You turning soft or something?”Speaking of the devil, Addy appears to the left of me, her nose scrunched up cutely in anger.

I roll my eyes so she can see the gesture, shaking my head, not in the mood to talk to her.I take a quiet step back, submerging myself in the row of hanging sweatshirts, just wanting to hide.But she doesn’t go away.

“Why haven’t you been talking to me, Cali?Did I do something to upset you?”She asks, tugging on the few heart strings I do have that allow me to have some empathy for others.

“You didn’t do anything, Addy.I’ve just been feeling different lately, and I’m not quite sure what it all means.”I turn to face her, forcing a smile that I know doesn’t reach my eyes.

“I’m here because of you, Cali.You make me exist.Only you have the power to make me go away too,” Addy whispers, her big brown eyes filling with tears.

“If I knew how to make you go away and make the voices inside my head stop, don’t you think I would?Besides, you’re a friend, Addy.I need you more than I realize, but here lately, I just haven’t found myself in need as much as before.”I shut my eyes, trying to get my breathing under control, feeling myself beginning to spiral.

When I open them, there’s no sign of Addy anywhere, and I breathe a small sigh of relief.Even though she’s been there for me most of my life, helped me through some of the darkest times I’ve ever had, and stuck by me through the hell I endured, I’m trying to figure everything out on my own...without her or anyone else.

The sound of the front door to the guy's apartment opens, catching me off guard, and I return to my earlier stance with my eye pressed against the crack in the door so I can see what’s happening.

Ash walks in, sporting a shiner around his left eye.Instead of talking to Dom and Kill, he goes right down the hall, disappearing out of sight rather quickly.

“Uh oh, that can’t be good,” Kill states, sadness lacing his low tone.

“He didn’t have a fucking black eye when he left, right?”Dom huffs, more in a statement than a question.

“No, he didn’t.”Kill stands up, stretching, with Dom closely following his move.

Shutting off the TV, followed by the living room light, both of them take off in the direction As went, most likely heading to bed.I check the time on my phone, noticing it’s close to six am already.I yawn, feeling exhaustion creeping up on me.I wait a few minutes, trying to make sure that all three of them are in their rooms for the night before I slip out of the closet.

Walking around the coffee table, I see a line of brown powder untouched with a cut straw beside it.Feeling the intense pull from the drugs, I sit down on the couch, pick up the taunting straw, and sniff the line, tasting the heroin drip down the back of my throat, making me gag.

My eyes begin to feel heavy, wanting to close, but I force them to stay open while I reach in my backpack and pull out a slip of paper and a pen.With a devious smirk tugging on my lips, I scribble down song lyrics that I know will do nothing but taunt the shit out of the guys.

“Is this more than you bargained for yet?

Oh, don’t mind me, I’m watching you two from the closet

Wishing to be the friction in your jeans..."

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