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their stomach, I would
think they were pregnant. And hell, having this demon inside me was like being
pregnant. Just its own version. You needed to feed it. You needed to make sure
it was okay. You occasionally talk down to it like it can hear you. It was the
same thing minus the puking every four hours, and the expanding of the stomach.
And frankly, she didn't come out after nine months.
I didn't even get to finish. When my demon takes over, it's like I
have no sexual drive. Well, I get unbearably horny, but other than that I never
reach an orgasm. And it's only me that experiences this too. Melinda and Daniel
are fine.
I'm starting to think my demon just hates me.
At least when she's satisfied my hormones calm down. But after
tonight, I might have to relieve some tension.
I heard a low whistle, and spun around to see Melinda sauntering her
way to the car. Her hand-bag hung loosely on her wrist, and I rolled my eyes at
her fresh-faced grin. “You did that one good.”
“Tell me about it. Here, help me out.” I walked over and picked his
arms up while she took his legs. We dragged him over to the wall and rested him
against it. He'd wake up in a few hours, wonder where he was, and then come to
the conclusion that he was super drunk last night.
It was like I was never here.
Five – When Things Turn To Shit,
Just Call Daniel
The next day was the first weekend of summer and I spent the morning
doing nothing but sleep. Melinda had stayed last night, which was cool... then
she announced this morning that she was moving into Jamie's room. This is never
a good thing. Something always happens when we’re together.
Speaking of my roommate, I received a message from Jamie, along with
a picture. She was grinning towards the camera holding her hand up which had ' I'll
drink loads of alcohol for you ' written along her palm. Lucky bitch. I
would trade places with her in a heartbeat.
Melinda and I walked out of Starbucks, iced coffees in our hands,
and we were currently heading back to the club we attended last night. I had
dropped my lip gloss in the parking lot sometime during the exchanging of
tongue. Due to the fact it was an expensive lip gloss and also my favorite, I
planned to get it back.
The parking lot was deserted as expected, seeing how the place was
closed. I found the small pink tube where I had guessed it was, right where my
car was parked. The sound of a group of murmurs grabbed our attention as we
headed back to the sidewalk, and I was startled by the commotion that we had
completely missed when we arrived.
People stood tightly together, huddled as they murmured while
pointing down the alley that was on other side of the club.
“I wonder what that's all about,” Melinda murmured.
Curiosity got the best of us and we walked towards the crowd. There
had to be about twenty or so people and it was hard to even see past the first
five.
“Why are they standing there?” I asked, knowing full well that
Melinda wouldn't know.
“Let's go check it out,” Melinda said, leading us inside the group.
It was hard to get past a single person, but eventually we managed to fit in.
We pushed past as much people as we could, all while an off feeling run through
me that I couldn't point a finger on, yet it didn’t stop my feet from taking those
remaining steps in the crowd. I felt like I wanted to know what it was that had
caused so much talk, and I felt like I needed to see. Murmurs continued
around me as we walked through, eager to get to the front of the group.
“I wonder how he died,” one person said.
“I heard it was a heart attack,” another replied.
“Poor boy, he was so young too.”
All their comments added anxiety inside me and I didn't know why,
but it only led me to want to see it even more. Finally, we made it to the
front of the group when a yellow tape stopped me from going any further. I
looked up and instantly, I froze.
A gurney sat in the middle of a group of cops and medical staff as
they
think they were pregnant. And hell, having this demon inside me was like being
pregnant. Just its own version. You needed to feed it. You needed to make sure
it was okay. You occasionally talk down to it like it can hear you. It was the
same thing minus the puking every four hours, and the expanding of the stomach.
And frankly, she didn't come out after nine months.
I didn't even get to finish. When my demon takes over, it's like I
have no sexual drive. Well, I get unbearably horny, but other than that I never
reach an orgasm. And it's only me that experiences this too. Melinda and Daniel
are fine.
I'm starting to think my demon just hates me.
At least when she's satisfied my hormones calm down. But after
tonight, I might have to relieve some tension.
I heard a low whistle, and spun around to see Melinda sauntering her
way to the car. Her hand-bag hung loosely on her wrist, and I rolled my eyes at
her fresh-faced grin. “You did that one good.”
“Tell me about it. Here, help me out.” I walked over and picked his
arms up while she took his legs. We dragged him over to the wall and rested him
against it. He'd wake up in a few hours, wonder where he was, and then come to
the conclusion that he was super drunk last night.
It was like I was never here.
Five – When Things Turn To Shit,
Just Call Daniel
The next day was the first weekend of summer and I spent the morning
doing nothing but sleep. Melinda had stayed last night, which was cool... then
she announced this morning that she was moving into Jamie's room. This is never
a good thing. Something always happens when we’re together.
Speaking of my roommate, I received a message from Jamie, along with
a picture. She was grinning towards the camera holding her hand up which had ' I'll
drink loads of alcohol for you ' written along her palm. Lucky bitch. I
would trade places with her in a heartbeat.
Melinda and I walked out of Starbucks, iced coffees in our hands,
and we were currently heading back to the club we attended last night. I had
dropped my lip gloss in the parking lot sometime during the exchanging of
tongue. Due to the fact it was an expensive lip gloss and also my favorite, I
planned to get it back.
The parking lot was deserted as expected, seeing how the place was
closed. I found the small pink tube where I had guessed it was, right where my
car was parked. The sound of a group of murmurs grabbed our attention as we
headed back to the sidewalk, and I was startled by the commotion that we had
completely missed when we arrived.
People stood tightly together, huddled as they murmured while
pointing down the alley that was on other side of the club.
“I wonder what that's all about,” Melinda murmured.
Curiosity got the best of us and we walked towards the crowd. There
had to be about twenty or so people and it was hard to even see past the first
five.
“Why are they standing there?” I asked, knowing full well that
Melinda wouldn't know.
“Let's go check it out,” Melinda said, leading us inside the group.
It was hard to get past a single person, but eventually we managed to fit in.
We pushed past as much people as we could, all while an off feeling run through
me that I couldn't point a finger on, yet it didn’t stop my feet from taking those
remaining steps in the crowd. I felt like I wanted to know what it was that had
caused so much talk, and I felt like I needed to see. Murmurs continued
around me as we walked through, eager to get to the front of the group.
“I wonder how he died,” one person said.
“I heard it was a heart attack,” another replied.
“Poor boy, he was so young too.”
All their comments added anxiety inside me and I didn't know why,
but it only led me to want to see it even more. Finally, we made it to the
front of the group when a yellow tape stopped me from going any further. I
looked up and instantly, I froze.
A gurney sat in the middle of a group of cops and medical staff as
they
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