Vincent “I’m so smart, right?” she said with a snigger, slowly standing up from where she crouched. “What did you put in my drink?” I slurred, trying to keep in touch with consciousness. “Uh…” she began, holding her jaws thoughtfully, “A mixture of Rophenol and Ketamine, or thereabout. My supplier said it’s quick and it’ll hit you hard. How do you feel?” She asked with feigned concern. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t even. I was finding it hard to hold on to the light. I felt like I was falling down an endless dark tunnel. My lids were getting heavy and my limps getting weak. My arms vibrated violently, threatening to give in to the increasing weakness. “What did I ever do to you?” She inquired. I couldn’t make out her expression, but with the way she spoke, she sounded pained. “We were doing pretty well when I returned. You did everything I asked you to. We talked a lot. We did almost everything together. You treated me like I mattered. I knew it would be difficult rekindling what
Anne I was worried. Since the last time I spoke with Vincent, he hasn’t been picking up his call. I’d call just before leaving for my lecture to know how he was fairing, but the phone rang throughout and no one picked up. He couldn’t have changed his mind about work. He’d already called in sick. Was it that bad that he couldn’t get to the phone? I couldn’t concentrate throughout the entire class because of the thought of Vincent. This was why our parents told us that men were distractions to our studies. I couldn’t focus one bit, and I couldn’t wait for the class to finish before I jetted out of the hall. I was going to prepare something for him as I’d promised, but I couldn’t get myself to stop fidgeting. I might probably pour hot oil on myself with the way things were going. I decided to go to his house. If I found out he was alright, I’d cook for him there. On my way to his house, a lot of things went through my mind. Why was he not picking? Vincent would have called back imme
Anne I was going to head up the stairs when I saw someone holding onto the stair's railing for dear life, while the rest of his limb quivered in their bent position. Vincent’s hand on the railing had almost slipped. With the way he was bent over, he would have fallen face flat and would have tumbled down the stairs if I hadn’t gotten to him in time. He fell forward and into my open arms. I had directed my back to the railing of the stairs because I know I couldn’t hold all his weight, without sending both of us down the stairs. He fell on me and went limp with weakness. “It’s not what it looked like, Anne. Believe me, I did nothing. She…she drugged me,” he slurred tiredly. I felt raw pain surge throughout my entirety. Here he was, barely grasping consciousness, but he still felt it needful to explain to me. My eyes stung with angry tears. I wanted to run back down and fulfill my threats. It really hurt. “Hey… hey… sweetie,” I whispered softly. “I believe you. But that’s not impo
Andrew I thought Fiona said she left. Before entering Pamela’s apartment, I had called her to tell her to leave but she didn’t pick up. Later on, I got a text from her telling me she’d left. From the text, she said she’d overheard my fight with Vincent and it made her pack up and leave. She said that it wasn’t her intention to cause a rift and that she would strategize and inform me of her new plan. She didn’t. Spending time with Pamela made me forget all about her. The moment Pamela opened the door, half of the anger and pain I felt when I was driving was washed off by her radiant smile. The rest drifted away when she made me freshen up and have dinner, then we lay on the bed with our feet up on the wall and talked through the night. When sleep was imminent, she’d told me to sing for her. I told her I’d lost my zeal to sing, and my old songs tasted bland. She’d urged me to give it a try and had slipped her fingers into mine, there in the darkness of her room. I sang. I was shocke
Anne I knew he was getting himself the minute he slowed down and finally stopped moving. He went quite for a while. All I could hear was his heavy breathing against my ears, which from the sound of it, you could tell he was trying to control himself. “Anny,” he croaked, slowly releasing his hold on my neck, moving it down to my back, then releasing his hold on my butt, raising it to rest with his other hand. He was now hugging me back. “I’m sorry. I kinda lost it,” he apologized. “You did lose it, hommy,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood and calm my rapid heart at the same time. “You’re scared.” It was more of a statement than a question. “Maybe,” I voiced in a funny tone, trying to make him feel less guilty. “I’m….” “That’s enough sorry for one day,” I interrupted, placing my index finger against his lips. “Stop blaming yourself for everything,” I said, slightly pinching his cheeks. I tried to back away and go back to cooking but a part of me pushed me to ask, “Are you
Andrew Pam didn’t respond after several knocks. I called out her name, pleading and begging but she didn’t respond to me. I got several stares from a couple of people passing the hallway. They were all looking at me like I was crazy. I didn’t care. I wasn’t leaving till Pam talked to me. After several minutes of knocking and calling out her name, I turned and laid on the door, then slowly I slipped down the door and sat on the floor. I covered my face with my hands, resting my elbow against my elevated knee. I don’t know how long I sat there. I don’t know how many more people gave me more stares. That wasn’t my concern. All I wanted was to see Pamela. After what felt like ages, I felt a tap on my shoulders. I jerked my head up and looked. There, Pam stood, staring at me, with a bag of groceries which she held against her chest. She hadn’t been in the house, and I’d slept off on her door. I sprang up, almost falling back down from the force of my movement. “Pam…?” “What do you w
AnneI felt sore all over. It was as if a colossal lorry landed on me.It had started out all romantic and fluffy clouds with Vincent in the bathroom. I knew I wanted it so badly, but when I felt my body stretching beyond its usual and the sharp pain that followed, I’d wanted to push Vincent off of me and run for the hills.I pitied Vincent throughout. He was on his knees and had held my legs over his thighs when he first dipped in. I saw massive veins on his forehead as he held himself from ramming into me hard. He was slow the entire time, gently easing his way in and out of me while I’d bitten into a pillow, hoping for its end.Don't get me wrong; it got better the second time. I felt discomfort, but Vincent’s sweet body and soothing words didn’t let me dwell on my aches.How many times did we go? You may ask. I lost count after three. We’d talked, joked, laughed, gotten some sleep, then woke up and got at it.The soreness came the following day. I had to force myself out of bed to
Andrew I stared at her peaceful face as she slept on my chest. It has become a habit to watch her sleep. A calming feeling washes through my being just by watching her sleep. In fact, everything about Pamela was healing. When I saw her stare in her sleep, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. She moaned against my neck and adjusted her head to settle better. We made love the previous night. I’d never had love sex in my entire life. It was always for the pleasure of it. But last night… last night was an emotional experience. I had to shut my eyes to conceal the tears that had embarrassingly filled my eyes. Even without her glasses, Pamela saw it as she rode on top of me. She had bent over and kissed my eyes. I had gripped tightly to her waist just as that deep action of hers tightened my body painfully even while inside her. I’d rocked her hard from underneath her, earning myself drips from her body and crazy screams. After several rounds on different par