When I get home, I realize that both of our family cars are gone and only the living room light is on. It's only 7:30, so I'm assuming that Katherine is out at bingo or Jack went somewhere.
Not gonna lie, it does get lonely sometimes. It's normally just Jack and I here, but when he's gone, I literally have no one. Katherine is always busy with her work and she's always gone and with my mom being an RN, she will never pass up the chance to pull a double. So, I'm always stuck here during summer.. no car.. I barely have friends.. i get lonely.
With the time I do have to myself, I decided to go downstairs and take a shower. It's been a long day and I'd like to get to sleep before Jack gets here and starts bothering me. There's rarely a time when doesn't "accidentally" walk in on me changing or tries to catch me in the shower. He makes me feel so good sometimes, but dating Nash made me super insecure.
Nash is all into sporty girls and girls who will workout with him and I just wanna be lazy. I hate running. I hate moving. I hate sports. And so, he would always playfully call me "chubs" when I was confident with myself. Now that we're not together, I realize how bad our relationship was. I was in what I thought was love. But, it wasn't. I don't know what the fuck that was. He made me feel like shit. It was a relationshit.
As I let the steaming hot water pour over my skin, I heard someone knocking around in one of the rooms.
It must be Jack.
After a couple of minutes passed, I heard the door slowly creak open.
"Jack, go away!" i yell, washing the conditioner out of my hair. He didn't answer back. So, when I looked out of the shower, the door was open, but no one was there. "Jack, stop fuckin around."
Still no answer.
Panicking, I quickly turn off the water, wrap myself in a towel, and creep around the corner of the bathroom door. All I see is darkness, except for the dim area from where the bathroom light is shining, other than that, black.
It feels so eerie down here. You know the feeling you get when you're in a cemetery at night or in a haunted house?
Without turning my back, I slowly walk a few steps to my bedroom to turn on my light, but right before I turn it on, I feel two hands wrap around me and drag me back into the hallway.
I scream.
"Jack, what the hell is wrong with you? You fucking idiot." I yell as he laughs.
I smack him in the arm as I turn back to my room. "Was that supposed to hurt?"
"Go away, douchebag." I slam the door behind me and hear him continue to laugh as he walks off.
A few minutes pass and I sit down to read 50 Shades of Grey, hoping to get at least a few chapters read and take notes on how to lose my virginity.
Ha, just kidding.
(WARNING: this part of the story becomes graphic.)
"Macy!" I hear douchebag call from his room.
I put down my book and yell back. "What, asshole?"
"Come here!"
I reluctantly get up from my bed and go to his room.
"Now, what was so important that you had to interrupt Christian Grey?" I ask, as he sits down on his bed. He's wearing a white crew neck t shirt and his Adidas joggers that I love so much.
"Come sit down." he said.
I obeyed him.
"So.." He paused as I took a seat up against the wall next to him. "I never got to tell you what I realized."
