Vampitch

Trevor

Trevor

Twenty minutes later, I stood in front of Trevor’s bedroom door with Billy and Victor urging me forward. True, they woke me from one of my more disturbing dreams, but still sleep was sleep, and I was missing it. And I knew once The Leech and Charlotte got back I would get less of it than usual. Just go inside and see what he wants I told myself. Get in get out get sleep. I took the remaining step and turned the knob on Trevor’s door.

Upon opening the door, the scent of spring mist air freshener smacked me in the face, but under that another smell, a scent that I couldn’t put a name to. It was musky and sweet and hot.

Trevor lay on his unmade bed flipping through this month’s No Man’s Reef. Posted all over his white walls were pictures. Some of girls, some of him, and some of surfers and other people I’d never come across. The floors, just like those everywhere but in The Leech’s office, were hard wood, white oak to be more specific, and in need of a polish.

After taking in his room I spoke, “What do you want,” my voice came out a little more hostile than I initially intended.

“Oh you’re here. Why didn’t you say anything,” he smiled lightly, pretending he hadn’t noticed my arrival.

“What do you want,” I repeated already missing the comfort of my bed.

“Babe, I just wanna talk,” his words came out smooth as if he’d said it a million times before. Something wasn’t right about this. I’d lived here in Krystal Springs for nine years and he hadn’t held one conversation with me, and not for my lack of effort. He just wasn’t interested, until now.

I sat down on the corner of his bed furthest from him. I wanted this. I wanted his attention more than I wanted a life outside of Krystal Springs. But the fact that he waited until 2:30 am on the one day The Leech was gone to talk to me didn’t feel right. The endless options. Trevor. Sleep. Trevor. Sleep.

“What about,” Trevor won.

He sat up and his smile grew, like the smile of a predator that had finally gotten it’s prey where he wanted it.

 “Come closer. Sit by me.” I scooted over, which left us both side by side, back to the wall, facing the door.

After a silent moment, he continued, “How long have you been here?”

Great! He didn’t even notice I was alive. He was there the day I arrived. I remembered him perfectly. Even at nine he was a stud. “Nine years. You?”

“I’ve been here my whole life. Bet you had some great memories before you got stuck here,” he wrapped his arm around me and by the time he finished that sentence his thumb was rubbing my shoulder in small circular motions.

“Not really. I don’t remember anything before Krystal Springs. When I got here I barely knew my own name. They gave me a therapist, Dr. Paxton. She thought I had repressed memories.”

In a comforting gesture, he planted a light kiss on my forehead. “What about you,” I said not really wanting to relive the never-ending sessions with Dr. Paxton.

“Me? Well I’ve been here all my life. I can’t really leave without my mom.” His mom?! What could he possibly be talking about?

Never know until you ask, “Your mom,” I almost screamed at him.

“Yea, my mom, you know The Leech. As it goes my dad left her Krystal Springs. He loved this place,” He said while staring straight ahead into the celadon eyes of a man, a man who I assumed was his father.

“What happened?”

“He died before my mom got to tell him about me. I’m not sure, but I assume it was tragic because she never speaks of it,” His tone remained still, even though his eyes glossed over.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I wish I hadn’t because I’m sorry didn’t feel like enough and I’m sure he’d heard it millions of times before.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said before turning back to me with a smile on his face, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Let’s go out,” he said standing up.

“Now,” I yarned loud falling into a comfortable position on his bed.

“Okay. Then tomorrow morning,” he replied, then plopped onto the bed beside me, and we both slipped under the covers. The hot sweet musky scent from earlier returned stronger than before, but I was too tired to contemplate exactly what it was.