Chapter 3: Confession and Alcohol Haze

[Cara]

He told me I already know him, but the more I wrack my brain into remembering his physique, the more mystified I am as to who the hell he is. Certainly, I would never forget something so hot as him. 

Like, who the hell would? 

He caught my hand before I could even get the chance to remove his mask, telling me to go to sleep right after kissing me on the forehead. He then vanished. Disappearing into the darkness.

Hell, how could I sleep peacefully right after what he did?

That sucker left me gaping and definitely still dripping with undeniable arousal—worse yet, sexually frustrated naked on my bed. I spent hours touching myself with my toys and smelling the shirt he left behind like a creep to ease my release.

I’m still mad. 

At him and mostly to myself. 

I woke up this morning confused, but then his shirt lays underneath my blanket along with my toys confirming everything was real. That’s when my blood runs cold and my heart pumps wilder. 

What if he was indeed a murderer and a psychopath? God, I’m so stupid!

“Hello? Cara, back to earth?” Nancy snaps her fingers in front of my face, jolting me out of my reverie. I didn’t even notice I was staring blankly into the distance.

“What is wrong with you? It feels like I’m talking to the air here.” She sassed me and picked up her iced coffee from the table. I just took a deep breath and leaned back against the backrest of the couch, rubbing the impending headache that started to pound at the back of my skull.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something,” I shrugged off.

On a daily basis, we should be rebutting into a senseless argument by now. But my mind is still filled up with the events that happened last night all I ever wanted is peace so that I can mull over my own stupidity. However, Nancy keep on insisting that I should tell her what happened and threatened to spill her coffee on me, so I have no choice but to tell her everything. 

And by everything, I mean no small details were left unturned.

She was casually sipping her coffee when the bomb of information dropped. Now, she was choking on it. I just sat there and watched her struggle to breathe, wheezing violently and pounding her chest with her fist like some enraged gorilla. For a fraction of a second, I worried she would run out of oxygen. Yet, my concern instantly faded when she still managed to flip me with her middle finger.

Well, she survives, apparently.

She almost spits up her coffee on me. Good thing, she quickly spewed it back into her cup, but some of the liquid still trickled down her nostrils.

Yuck, gross. My face cringed hard, watching her eventually recover.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” She vented out dramatically, slamming her iced coffee on the table, shooting me lethal glares while grabbing a tissue to wipe her nose and preparing to berate me again. 

Then she stop when she saw my serious face, turning her anger into worry.

“You’re not kidding.” Her question was disguised into a statement of bewilderment. 

A blast of heat rushed into my face as I just hung my head low—suddenly feeling ashamed of what I did. Yet, Nancy started panicking out of the blue as though a cockroach had flown right into her head. Telling me that we should go to the nearest police station and file a rape case or a blotter.

But my ears weren’t listening to her consternations just as the memories relived in my brain, making my face grow even hotter and butterflies set free in the pit of my stomach. 

Not just butterflies. 

A whole fucking damn zoo. 

Instinctively, my thighs clenched tight together, suddenly feeling the heat down between my legs. Making me instantly rigid when it dawned on me.

For fuck’s sake! Was I aroused?

Nancy still hasn’t stopped hyperventilating about what should I do, but I told her to stop and that I am okay, no harm done and there’s no need for panic.

“So, you like it then?” She quipped, finally recovering from her hysterics.

“Sort of.” As I confessed, heat crawled down my neck. “I enjoy the thrill of it.”

“Enigmatic fuck-tard, is that it?” Finally, a taunting smile broke her lips. “Does that mean he’s hot?”

“Six-pack rock abs.” I giggled, and she shrieked again.

“Alright, tonight we’re going to have a sleepover, and no. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” Nancy declares before I could protest. Determined to unmask my midnight phantom.

Damn! What did I get myself into?

The hours pass on faster than I anticipated, and right now we are already in our matching unicorn onesie Nancy bought a couple weeks ago. Mine was purple while hers was pink. We both settled in my living area, devouring the food we had ordered online like gluttons and, of course, paired with drinks.

Vodka and tequila.

I questioned her drink of choice, knowing full well how this would end, but she persisted and I am a fool for agreeing with her.

“It’s an energy drink, is it not?” Reaching for one bottle, twisting the cap she poured the liquor into the glass and swigged it all in one go. 

Her face immediately distorted bitterly.

“Right, it will definitely keep us awake,” I muttered.

*

Fuck bitch’s a liar! 

It did not keep us awake.

The joke’s on us because before we could even finish the last shot of tequila the world around me seems to have faded into a swirling sense of eternal darkness. Like I am falling into a spiral abyss and my beanie bag somehow morphed into a boat floating into the pacific down the stream to Atlantis.

Wait? How much did I drink?

Oh, yeah a barrel.

Two drops of ambrosia.

I jolted awake when my stomach was acting funny so suddenly like everything I have shoved into my gut is now barreling at the back of my throat. When I finally got up the courage to stand, it felt like a dozen solid blocks had been draped over my body. Yet, some miracles fell from heaven and I managed to run.

No.

This wasn’t running.

I am flying.

Acid suddenly filled my mouth, but I forced it down. I drop my head on the floor, crawling like the caterpillar that I am.

I can’t wait to have my wings so that I can fly, fly, fly, up, up, up, and away.

Oh, wait! I’m already flying!

I felt my body suddenly lift. I grew wings! No, this doesn't feel like wings.

Have I grown another set of limbs? They’re huge! A pair of strong, muscular limbs wrapped around me.

Did I become a spider?

I cried.

No, I don’t want to be a spider!

I wriggled, wanting to be a caterpillar again so I could grow wings and turn into a butterfly.

“Easy now, love, and no you are not a spider.”

I froze, hearing a familiar voice resonating in my buzzing head. Have I been mumbling gibberish aloud? A hot breath blew right into my ear. “You’re a damn hot unicorn, love.”

Do limbs talk?

“Who are you?” I slurred, desperately trying to peel my eyes open, which I am successful to do so. However, all I could see was a hazy moving figure hovering above me dancing inside the kaleidoscope. 

“Are you the big guy beyond the rainbow?” I giggled. 

Maybe he’s my guardian angel.

A deep rich chuckle filled wonderfully into my ears and how I love the sound of it. I could listen to that kind of music box forever.

However, my stomach turned queasy again, my throat making sick noises, spontaneously filling my mouth with a thick rush of acidic fluid and prompting my gag reflexes.

“Fuck! Hold it!” The voice hissed, and my world galloped up and down before being flipped over. The silver steel surface of my kitchen sink somehow miraculously appeared in my vision right in time and spilled all the content on my stomach.

A large hand coiled around my hair, holding my head steady while I vomited profusely, and the other rubbed huge circles on my back while I heave. The sour winy stench stung my nostrils. Tears started sprouting from my eyes as retched the second time around. 

Oh god, I’m never going to drink again.

This is such a horrible, horrible feeling.

My faucet's tap suddenly turned on, and water gushed out. I no longer questioned who did it. My guardian angel did. I just went and rinse my mouth to get rid of all the sour aftertaste. All the gagging seemed to have my strength sapped all over my body. Like the drainage on my sink was a huge vacuum sucking my life force away. I collapsed and the last thing I remembered was a pair of arms carrying me again, taking me into my bedroom and placing me gently down.

“Naughty unicorn.” My angel growled in humor.

Then something warm and soft pressed on my lips, nibbling at the bottom part. Playing and teasing, followed by a moan of my own when a tongue slithers deep inside my mouth. 

His hands raked all over my body, paying special attention to my breasts. Tweaking my n*pples through the fabric of my onesie and I am loving every bit of it.

Then he pulled away from the kiss, ignoring my whimpers of protest. 

“See you tomorrow night, my love. Make sure to dress nicely for dinner.”

All of a sudden he was gone.

Leaving me frustrated.

Again.