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Twenty-Eight | Noose

SOTC: sex, money, feelings, die by Lykke Li (slowed version)

I awoke in the darkness, my left leg slung over the couch cushion like a club rat in a Ke$ha song.

God save anyone who ever slept next to me.

Speaking of that...

I sat up to find myself alone the couch I slept on, the sounds of sleep around me on the other ones prominent.

Extending my legs outward, a sudden urge compelled me to arise and tiptoe to where I had seen the kitchen. The digital oven clock blared the time to me.

2:05 A.M.

I wandered down a hallway to the right of a kitchen, feeling like I was searching for something.

Or someone.

Suddenly, I heard noises— like weird noises. My steps stopped dead in their tracks on the wooden floor before I just kept going in the same pace.

"Suck it!"

Through a doorway in the hall, it sounded like a seal on a vibrator.

And a girl I know...

"FUCK ME!" It was insanely high, pleasure distorting each pitch.

That's what she said.

"GIVE IT TO ME DADDY!"

Wait a second—

That's when I caught the scene through an ajar door of two sillouettes. One's back arched and draped over a bed, long legs in an eagle spread. The other silhouette's body part drilling between them like the Earth exploded in a millisecond.

It didn't take a millisecond to figure out who the two people were.

I rocketed forward as humanely quiet as possible, cursing under my breath. My hand fussed with the sliding glass door to launch myself outside and run.

I ran until I reached the crashing waves of the beach shore two hundred feet or so away from the house. My hands clasped my knees for precious life as hoarse pants escaped me in the pace of a dog.

What the hell?

What the hell was that reaction? Of course they'd be banging, they're soulmates getting married in a week!

I closed my eyes.

Virgin Mary Chilling On Clouds, scrub that image from my head.

But I couldn't help but feel the sudden contorts within in my ribcage.

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"So, how did everyone sleep?" Ada sang, giddily palming the table with both hands.

Calix held up a thumbs up.

Achilles smiled. "Good. I had a dream about you last night."

"Oh?"

"Don't have him tell you the dream, Ada," Basil cleared his throat.

"What? Why not?" she pouted.

The next morning, the ASMR of frying bacon and heating coffee radiated the breakfast atmosphere that was the Christakos kitchen. Achilles, Ada, Basil, Calix, and I sat at the circular table while Eros and Damen eagerly begged Polly to assist with the toast. Felipe was reserved to stare-in-awe duty.