In His Fantasies

6. I Make the Rules

Kellen

Traffic is stuck and all that's infiltrating my mind now and every given one since is Ms. Novak.

Astrea, it sounds alluring every time her name rolls off my tongue but with that comes a hidden concern.

A flooding emotion that has not encompassed my body in years yet only a few given days with Astrea and it appears all I can do is worry. Many things that have been foreign to me for years have resurfaced. Parts of myself that I have kept concealed are gradually coming to light and although that doesn't frighten me, I'm afraid not everyone will do well with that adjustment.

The farther I get from my office the closer I get to her. Traffic seems to be riding at a much slower pace than usual but I chalk it up to my need-to-do eighty in a thirty knowing I haven't even a second to waste. Each light is a step closer to my destination, a step closer to what feels so forbidden yet so close in reach that I can practically taste it.

Astrea's voice was filled with the remnants of alcohol and I could nearly feel it suffocating her through the phone. Her words were clear but no doubt her mind was stimulated by one too many glasses of her choice of poison. The apparent split in her demeanor over the short time only has me driving faster. My foot digs into the gas pedal until finally, I arrive.

I run up immediately banging on the door. The first beats echo and I wait hearing nothing from the other side. I jiggle the small handle becoming increasingly frustrated and hit the door once more knowing that if she is in there, in no way will she be able to make it to the door in the state that she's in. As capable as she seemed the few times I've seen her, alcohol is not friendly no matter how good you think you are at holding it.

I've had my fair share of encounters but with a little thing like her, it wouldn't take much to get her drunk.

There's no time to think and before my brain allows space to catch up on my actions, my foot slams into the door and it swings open. My reflexes step in and I catch the door shutting it behind me, grateful that I seem to have done no real damage to the door amid my decision to open it forcefully.

I look around taking in my surroundings and step towards the hall. Like any girl, the walls are decorated with pictures and disgustingly delightful quotes. Just what I imagine when I look at her.

My feet pause as I hear an audible crash and wander to the room it came from swinging the door open.

"What am I going to do with you, Ms. Novak?"

I rush over to Astrea's limp body spread across the floor. Her left leg is still on the bed while the rest of her body rests in what I can only describe as a painful position.

The dank smell of vomit greets me and I shudder, clearing my head of the incoming need to empty my stomach contents and slide my hands beneath her body carefully collecting her from the floor.

Her weightless body turns into my chest unknowingly and I shove the door open walking back into the living room and placing her on the couch.

She whines quietly as her body hits the cushion but falls silent as I stroke her cheek with the side of my hand watching as she falls back to sleep. The putrid smell from her room is still loud in the air even in the living room. It's stench turning my stomach and despite my best efforts to ignore it, I can't.

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Cleaning wasn't the worst part. I may not have a stomach of steel but not even cleaning the mess left from her small body was a match for the things that flickered through my eyes. Every second leading up to the call plays back in my mind and I sit on the bed gathering myself for a moment. A few seconds would have made such a difference but it's done now. The what-ifs are pushed aside as I walk back to the living room and see a confused Astrea sitting up on the couch wiping her eyes.