Kindly as I May, I Slay

Chapter Two: Out of my head

After I cried that day, I had to walk all the way back home to find Mom yelling at the police. She saw me and ran so quick I couldn't get anytime to call her name. She was so worried, and I was so scared I cried all night in her arms. I couldn't tell her about what happened, it would ruin her. So, I told her a couple of guys picked a fight with me and I got into one. Even if I got into a fight, she saw that I had cuts on me. It wasn't no hand to hand fight. I'm sorry Momma.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble finishing up my journal write. Whenever I'm down I write in here. It makes me feel better to get my worries out somehow.

I take in a deep breath feeling all of my frustration come in, and I forcefully breath out feeling it all push out like a terrible storm. "Hmm...." I look around hearing nothing but silence in the room.

I lay on my back on the bed and stare at the ceiling thinking. So... I almost died, and I didn't even tell the police. I'm an idiot, but.... I turn sideways grabbing the bed sheets. It... started to feel good, too good. I can't stop thinking about it. Even if he cut me, punched me even, I can't be mad about it. I only get sad because I didn't do anything to help it, or stop it. He should have just killed me.

"You're cute to have a opportunity to do this with me."

His member... it was big in me... it felt... S-something like that shouldn't have stirred within me at that moment.

I touch down on my crotch feeling the memory of him. Even the memory of him kissing me just rials me up. "Aghhh!" I knock my hand into my head getting out of bed and locking my door, sitting back on my bed. "Geez, this is killing me." I said pulling off my shorts and digging slightly in my pants for my hard prick. "Hmm.." I sit cautiously on the bed looking back at my window and then my door.

I think the close is clear.

I begin stroking on my hard member thinking about the killer.

His eyes seemed a bit confused about if he should have killed me. His long tongue touching mine felt like he was showing mercy, though.

"Ah..ha....ha.." His member... pounding to my g spot. The closer it went in the greater the feeling felt.

"Ah- ahhh.." I'm about to come.

Siren horns go off in the distant of my house. I faintly hear a small crash in my yard, but I ignore feeling myself come right on myself. I pant suddenly seeing my windowsill open fully. I quickly turn my head and my mouth falls and body tense up.

"Uh..." We lock eyes. Dark red hair, golden eyes, canine teeth, black hoodie.

"Wrong house-

"It's you!" I shout getting up.

He looks back and I hear the sirens call out again. Are they...

I move my eyes to his.

"Shit! Shut up or I'll kill you." He says taking a gun out of his jacket and pointing it directly at me.

I jump getting quiet and nodding my head. My heart jumps out of my chest every second the room opens its silent whispers.

The sirens go off and soon feint. He sighs nervously and looks to me.

"Heyyyy... I know you.." he comes closer. His eyes move down seeing my lower bare. "Were you just jerking off?" He asks.

"I uh..." What the hell.... how is he not fazed by this! "Mhm... you're from the other night."

He starts bursting into laughter. "It is you! The wimpy kid I fucked!"

I look back to my door. "Shushh shushh! Otherwise she'll wake up!"

"Wake up? Who your mommy you were crying for? I didn't think you still lived with her!" He laughs so proud of himself. "I'll tell ya' what," he pulls his gun closer to my forehead as he crawls on to my bed and over me. "You let me crash here tonight, and I won't have to kill you. It'd be a win win."

"You wanna stay here?! For tonight?!" I ask.

"Is that too much trouble?" He smirks. "I could just kill you and your mom."

"...Anything but that, please."

He sighs harshly turning his head away. "Damn... ugh.. damn it!" He shouts putting his gun away.

He's a bit bipolar. But...

"H- Can you.. tell me your name?" I ask.

"Can you put your thing away?" He motions his hand down to me.

I nervously laugh covering it up. "Sorry." I put it away.

"Jackson."

"Huh?"

"My name." He says.

"Oh... I'm uh... you can call me Asa. A-S-A."

"I don't care about your name, kid. Just want a place to sleep tonight."

"Where you getting chased by the cops?" I dumbly ask.

He doesn't answer me but sighs. "Can ya' stop asking dumb questions and turn off the lights."

I know I was asking too much from him, but I just want to find out about him. I'm pretty sure the cops will be on him anyway now. Did he kill someone else? And how am I so calm right now?

"Take a shower. I have spare clothes." I point at him.

"Clean up yourself. You have..." he waves his hand in front of my face. "All that on you."

"Fine, but if you're gonna sleep here you have to take a shower. Mom will sniff any dirt out in this house." I tell him.

"You act like one." He sighs. "Fine, give me the damn clothes and let me go shower. Where is it?"

"To the left, second door," I say getting up off my bed and using my shirt to wipe the evidence off my face and neck, and then taking it off.

I go in my closet and grab out a shirt for me and a black tank top and red shorts for my murder who busted in my window in the middle of the night.

I look back to him staring at my back. I get a bit nervous and put on my shirt as fast as I can.

"You know where the bathroom is, you have clothes, the towels are in the cabinet, please make sure not to mess with anything." I say holding the clothes in his face. I try to make a stern face so he wouldn't question my judgement.

He snatches the clothes and walks out the room grumbling something to himself.

"So...this for real is happening..?" I fall to my knees and start holding my chest catching all the air I could.

The murder is in my house!