Atlas Black

Chapter 29

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

Staring at the ceiling, a half hour has passed and no sleep has come to me. Normally, my head would the pillow and I'd fall instantly asleep, but not tonight. Tonight my head swims with each and every event that's happened this past month.

My glowing night light is on, which has stars on the ceiling and All I do is stare at them. Hands clasped on my stomach, and legs stretched across my mattress.

I realise the reason for my discomfort is the fact that I'm clearly not settled, my stinging has not subsided so I hop off the bed and walk to the back of my door where my body length mirror is placed.

Twisting my body around, I lift my shirt up - Aiden's shirt - and see two huge red splotches splatted on my ass cheeks. I audibly gasp because that's going to leave a bruise for god knows how long. The two handprints are clear as day on my ass. Aiden's handprints, imprinted on my ass cheeks.

Instead of climbing back into bed, I walk through our shared bathroom reaching Sas' door and wrench it open. I assume she'd back from her shift at the club but I suspect she's out with her friends so I don't bother texting.

Instead, I make my down the hallway to the open-spaces living room, seating myself down on the L-shaped cozy couch, gasping when my butt makes contact. Still hurts.

I wrap the blanket around my torso whilst searching for the remote control which is sunk below the couch, out of reach. Once finally grasping it, I turn on the TV and turn on Netflix, flicking through shows that I could binge watch in the meantime, until sleep comes to me.

Forty-five minutes in the selected film choice; Insurgent a stampede of footsteps sound outside the apartment door, laughter and giggles arising. No doubt from my pretentious roommate.

She not so elegantly enters with a dude in tow, giggling as she's stumbling inside with her arms draped all around him, her legs now wrapping around his waist as he lifts her up in his arms and has pressed against the walls as they both kiss- which is very sloppy - all the whilst smiling obnoxiously against eachothers mouths.

I'm too tired for this shit and so I rub my eyes too clear my head because I feel like I'm hallucinating. Once I do I backtrack... nope, definitely not hallucinating.

That is indeed Saskia, drunk out of her mind in her stripper uniform with a guy that looks like a Chad, grinding and pressing up against eachother on the wall.

"You're so beautiful, Sas. I want to take you right here." Drawls Chad. Because that's my name for him now.

She giggles, her fingers tracing his cheekbones and the side of his face. "Not here, dimwit. My roommate might be here and we don't want her to hear us."

Uhh.. to late that for that. I don't think they realise that I'm here. And I'm about to make my presence clear before I stop myself.

"No one's here baby, just the two of us." And he's now kissing her desperately on the mouth, moving down trailing kisses on her jaw as she lets her head fall back.

He latches onto her neck and she makes the most biggest sigh and moan clashed together. "I want your cock you stupid dimwit." She huffs impatiently. "Give it to me now."

I'm trying so hard to suppress my laughter but it's impossible when they're making out slash arguing which makes it all the more hilarious.