Drowning Desires

seven

Adrien

I couldn't fucking control myself, my dick seemed to control my mind whenever i'm was around Maura. It was infuriating.

There is nothing I would like more than to watch Maura finally have that feeling of despair. Despair of losing a friend and your families respect all in the same night. Except maybe watching her take her clothes off, watching her lay naked before me; that was my dick talking.

She had a sexual aura about her that I couldn't get away from. Yet, whenever I finally looked into her eyes, looked into her mind, it only reminded me of the night I lost Nate.

I stormed from her bathroom, stormed through the rest of the house till I got through the front door. I noticed I had broken the lock on Maura's door. A strong part of me just wanted to leave her door open, see what happens, yet I couldn't bring myself to not at least try and fix it.

Maura came walking towards the front door, catching me fumbling with the lock one-handed.

"At least you have the curtsey to try and fix want you broke." She scoffed. I straightened up, looking at her, fuck this.

I turned on my heel and walked back towards my motorcycle, if she wanted to be a bitch, she could be. But it wasn't my problem it someone came and murdered her in her sleep.

Maura stood on her porch, furious as ever. I gave her one last glare before driving away. It was tricky, driving almost one handed, but I did it anyway.

By the time I got back to my house it was fully dark, only a few lights remained on in my small house. I walked inside. My house was reasonably sized for a family of six, however the two youngest had to share a bedroom.

It was a simple two story house. three bedrooms sat on the top floor, my parents room on the ground floor along with the living room, kitchen and every other room important to a house.

I walked past the living room, the doorway was more of a large gap in the wall. My mum looked up from the couch as she heard me. She made a show of ignoring me, turning the TV volume up higher.

My dad worked the nightshift as a security guard at the town's museum, I was thankful for it. It meant he wasn't here.

My siblings must all be asleep, it was only seven o'clock, but they were all younger than me by a great deal. I was the bastard of the family. My mum became pregnant with me while she was still living with her very christian parents at a young age. She was kicked out of her house, luckily, my dad wasn't a complete asshole at the time and he took her in. My mum resented me as I grew up, her parents hardly spoke to her after I was born.

My father had a similar mindset, yet he was always kinder to me, a better parent to me. That was until that night during Christmas break. I shook my head, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a small bottle of orange juice before walking up the stairs and into my room.

• • •

We had English, it was a subject I did well in, but it wasn't like I excelled in the subject.

It quickly turned into my least favourite class at the start of the school year when I realised I had to deal with Tiffany, Riley and Landon all in one class. It quickly became my most despised subject when Maura wound up in the same class when she moved here.