Page 9 of Creep
I remember the last time we were able to do this and how I burnt my hand on the popcorn bag. When I yanked it out of the microwave, impatient as ever, the steam from the open top burned my hand so bad I had blisters for over a week. I laugh at myself as I sit here eating, this time being diligent of the steam.
“What’s got you laughing at yourself, crazy ass.” I glance over at Holley as she walks in. She sits literallyrightnext to me on the couch, our thighs squished together.
“Do you remember the last time we were able to do this, just us, and I ended up burning the fuck out of my hand because of the damn popcorn bag?”
Holley shouts her laughter, bending over and holding her stomach from laughing so hard.
“What the fuck is so funny? I try to sound annoyed but I can’t help the huge smile spreading across my face. Her laughter is contagious.
“You look like a fucking hyena laughing like that, by the way.”
“A hyenaaaa!” she screeches in between her fits of laughter. Still holding her stomach, she seems to get it together for a second, though tears from her laughter are running down her cheeks. “Oh my god, I’m sorry but it’s so funny! You chucked the popcorn—which you burned by the way! And then started screaming at the microwave like it was a person who pissed in your Cheerios all because you weren’t paying attention. Seriously one of the funniest things I have ever seen!” she starts her laughing fit up again.
I huff out a breath and roll my eyes. Ignoring her, I turn to the T.V. again and push play. I pretend to be annoyed, but I’m genuinely happy for the time being. I’m going to miss the banter between us.
“Are you going to shut up so we can watch these movies or what?”
“Yeah, give me some popcorn, would ya?” I hand her the bag and turn the volume up a few notches. I kick my feet up, getting comfortable, because I already know we’re going to be here all night.
Tomorrow she leaves for college and then I’ll truly be all alone. But I wouldn’t want to spend our last night together any other way.
4
Vincent
The second myeyes land on her, my cold, dead heart thuds inside of my chest, beating for the first time in years. But fuck if I can help it. She’s the most beautifully broken girl I have ever laid my eyes on. From what I can see of her exposed skin—which isn’t much with all of the clothes she has on—she has shadows of bruises peeking out from her clothing and a few smattered on her chin and defined cheekbones. Her clothing barely does the job of keeping them covered, which I imagine is why she’s wearing so much.
She’s in a Sublime hoodie which has holes in it, telling me it’s been worn hundreds of times, and black ripped skinny jeans. She has these thick thighs that make me instantly think what it would be like to have them wrapped around my face, squeezing hard while I make her come all over my tongue. Her hands bound behind her back, unable to move.
Forcing my eyes from her thick thighs, I make my way up her body again. She has long, shiny black hair which hangs all the way to her ass.Fuck me, that ass. I envision it bouncing up and down on my dick, her screams so loud my ears ring while her blood makes our bodies slip together effortlessly.
I feel my dick jump in my jeans—woah, calm the fuck down. This is not the time, nor the place.Well, not yet anyway.
Fuck, I need to get my shit together. I shove my thoughts away—ignoring them has become my specialty. One I am going to have to utilize constantly with this girl around, apparently, seeing as I’ve been distracted multiple times already in a matter of minutes. This is not the time nor the place because as much as I want to wrap my hands around her throat and shove my dick down her throat, I have to have my fun with her first.
Her eyes swing over to mine and my heart thuds again.
Thump. Thump.
She has the palest green eyes I have ever seen, but it’s not the color of them that fucks with my heart. It’s that even with pure hatred in them—hatred towards me, I’m sure—they are full of pain. Pure, unbridled pain. Pain I recognize all too fucking easily. I feel as if she can see into my soul—a soul I don’t even fucking have. Which, quite frankly, makes me uncomfortable as fuck, but my dick doesn’t get the memo because I can feel it growing harder inside of my jeans just from her scrutinizing me.
Pain turns me the fuck on like nothing else, and this girl is justoozingpain and daddy issues.This is going to be even more fun than I thought.I’m going to enjoy breaking her body. And her mind. Her body is going to become my playground.
When her father offered her as payment for all the money they owe me, I was quite frankly, surprised as fuck, because who the hell in their right mind would offer their child as payment to a fucking drug dealer? Oh right. Drug addicted pieces of shit. Parents of the year. I mean, it’s not like I give a shit. They told me she was eighteen and attractive, and well, I’ve been bored out of my fucking mind, so I said, “Why not?”
Standing here now, in this kitchen, staring at her, I’m glad I said yes. I’m already thinking of hundreds of different things I want to do to that little body of hers.
I came to Ben’s place today to handle the semantics of everything, but now I’m standing here staring at her, I know this deal is going to change. Originally it was supposed to be once a week, but now I think it needs to be way more often.
I already know I’m going to do a bunch of fucked up shit to this woman. The icy glare she’s giving me is only making me harder. Jokes on her, because I’ll show just how much I crave the hatred she’s giving me.
I continue to hold her eyes and watch as she takes a deep breath, like she’s steeling herself for our conversation.
Yeah, baby doll. You feel it too, don’t you? That right there is our monsters mingling—recognizing one another.
Realizing we’re just standing in the kitchen staring at each other, I clear my throat and make my way over to one of the mismatched chairs and take a seat. The rickety chair creaks and scrapes against the ripped up vinyl flooring as I move it to face her. Focusing on her again, I stretch my arm out and gesture for her to take a seat too. She glares at me but moves to the chair that is furthest from me and sits, facing me.
She’s glaring at me as she spits out, “So how the fuck is this supposed to work?”
