A Little something something (raunchy oneshots)

My ex with Benefits

Lizzie looks down at her ringing phone and her heart clenches, someone is playing on her line. Again.

The same person (atleast she thinks it's the same person) has been calling and texting her for 2 weeks now. Every text is gradually getting more violent and at this point she fears for her life. This person, let's call him/her Asswipe okay, has pictures of her showering, of her walking into school, of her with her learners during break time and many more! She can't remember when last she had a full night's rest because every sound jolts her. What does Asswipe want you ask? Well, that Lizzie is unsure of. She believes it to be a he because everything "he" says is sexual in nature like the other night, "he" send a video in which he was jerking off while moaning her name.

Feeling her phone vibrate and ring once again with the words "Private Number" floating across the screen, Lizzie makes up her mind. She knows who to call...she doesn't want to but who else can help? Will he even agree to help?

Going to her blocked caller list she recognizes his number almost immediately. With shivering hands and a pounding heart she unblocks and dials it. ~Ring  Ring   Ring Ring~ "He's not going to answer" she mutters ~Ri...~ "Hello?" a feminine voice answers. Lizzie's eyes widen and her stomach drops, did she dial the wrong number? "Errrm..." "Hello? Is anyone there? Lyal! I think someone's playing on your phone."  The call drops.

It is his number.

Hearing her dreaded ringtone, Lizzie is far from in the mood for this pervert to play with her today. Without checking the caller id she snatches up her phone, "What the fuck? Huh? Have another dick pic you want me to gag over? Listen here you fucking sicko! I am NOT in the mood for you today and every other motherfucking day after this so FUCK OFF!"

"Whoa Babygirl...who pissed in your porridge this morning?" Lyal asks casually, almost too casually. Almost as if they didn't break up 7 months ago and lost contact.

For the third time today Lizzie's heart stops beating for a few seconds. "Oh fuck" she whispers. "I...Lyal? Why are you calling? I'm sorry, I didn't check my caller ID." 😅

"One, you called me first. Second, what the hell is going on? Three, don't even try to fucking lie cause I just heard everything you said. Is someone bothering you Liz?" The anger is his voice is very much clear and for a fleeting second Lizzie hesitates because she fears handing this man over to Lyal Campbelle. But then she remembers the shit he put through for two freaking weeks and all sympathy flies out by the window.

"Who answered your phone earlier?" Is the first coherent sentence out of her mouth. Replaying the question in her mind, Lizzie cringes because for fucks sake! She sounds jealous.

"Really? You gonna try and divert my attention? Fine...I'll play along for now, but after this I wanna hear everything okay? Leave no detail out. Back to your question... it was Amber. She answered." Lyal hesitates.

"Amber? Amber as in your ex Amber?" Without a doubt, Lizzie can admit that anger floods her body as she thinks of him with her. In their house. "Amber as in the girl you told me not to worry about Amber?" Bursting out laughing Lizzie shakes her head, "You know what? Never mind. Thanks for the call though. Goodbye."

"Baby girl wai-" Lizzie drops the call.

~2 hours later~

Hearing a fast paced knock on her front door, Lizzie hastily ties her robe around her body. Fresh out of the shower, she had plans to put on her pajamas and cuddle up with a nice book but alas...her plans were disturbed. Peeking through the peep hole she sees darkness, like someone is deliberately keeping it closed. This puts  fear back into her body, it can't be him, can it? Did the sicko finally come to face her?