Impossible to Forget

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 12

Have you ever seen those two little conscience beings? You know the ones that stand on your shoulders, one of them telling you the right thing to do, and the other telling you what’s “right” for you? Well, they decided to pay me a little visit. I won’t tell you how that conversation went, because frankly it was slightly disturbing and even thinking about it is making me question my sanity...

But the crux of the matter is that I bowed down to the master in red. 

If I was as smart as I claimed to be, I would have told her to screw off and turned around and marched straight back to my room and gone to sleep. Tomorrow there would have been no record of anything odd or unusual happening the night before in my memory. 

But of course, I went a little closer, because she had peaked my curiosity. After her little comment that this was an opportunity to gather blackmail, I had to. The thought of Ram quivering in his shoes at the sight of me or doing whatever I wanted him to do almost made me start cackling right there and then. 

Honestly at this point, my intelligence should be seriously questioned. Lets use a little logic to figure out the probable outcome of this situation. 

It would probably go like this:

I would slowly and cautiously approach the door hoping the floor wouldn’t squeak and I wouldn’t be unlucky enough to trip and fall. I would make it all the way to the door and just as I was leaning in to eavesdrop, Ram would open the door and I would fall in and land on the floor. I would be mortified and he would use the situation to his advantage. 

Yes, definitely not a good idea.

But what was that stupid phrase that annoyed the crap out of me this year when people used it randomly? Oh yeah, Yolo. You only live once. I guess that applies to me too. If I were ever to use that phrase, this would have been the most appropriate moment. Ever.

Think about it, if I was caught Ram would kill me.

I couldn’t see the shadows anymore, they must have moved deeper into his room.

Thud

Groan

I froze and then ran back to my room slamming the door shut behind me not caring if he heard me or not. I leaned my weight against the closed door and slowly sank down until I was sitting on the floor. My breathing was light and rapid, realizing that I was hyperventilating I put my head between my knees trying to calm down.

Deeper must have meant the bed.

So that was my first time hearing someone have sex in real life.

You would think that after sex ed and today’s media I wouldn’t be so affected, but no I was scared for life. Cut me some slack, it isn’t everyday that you hear someone you personally know, have sex before your virgin ears! 

Suddenly the thought of a naked Ram made my face heat up. Before you assume anything I was not picturing him naked, I am not a pervert! Well even if perhaps the image perused the corner of my mind for an instant... it doesn’t make me a pervert right? And no that does not mean I am sexually deprived! Virgin by choice is whats up.

As my brain slowly caught up, I realized two things.

One: This was information that could be used to blackmail Ram at a later time if used carefully and

Two: Sex involved two people.

As much as I hate to assume anything, there were only two logical possibilities. Either Ram was screwing some random girl, or that was Aisha. It was actually kind of hard to believe that it was Aisha considering the fact that her mom was the controlling type and that I had personally seen her just get in a car and drive away.