Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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I woke up convinced last night was a dream — a nightmare.
It was a pure gut-wrenching nightmare that enveloped my senses with ease and caused my brain to block out reality until I firmly believed the horrors I'd experienced truly were my real life.
But my hopes of having a fucked imagination taunting me even when I'm unconscious were diminished when I trudged into the bathroom and met my reflection.
The tiniest specs of blood were still splattered on my neck where Harry had touched me last night, where I'd evidently forgotten to furiously scrub once he'd left my apartment and disappeared into the depths of the night. Not only that, but the tiled room stunk strongly of cleaning products I'd dowsed every surface in to hopefully destroy any remnants of the crime committed.
The same had been done on the kitchen tiles, upon following me home he'd trod bloody footprints across the floors. They faded until vanishing just short of the bathroom door but they had also been trailed around outside of the apartment.
I rushed around desperately trying to clean them outside of the safety of my home but it got to the point they'd become so dry that they had sunk into the flooring so deeply I couldn't relieve them. So, I had to leave them there but the only plus side was the fact they no longer obviously led to my front door, they could've gone absolutely anywhere.
Everywhere stank of bleach so strongly it was beginning to burn my nostrils, it was painful so once I'd scrubbed my skin for the second time I began to open windows. I was awake long before everyone else, my head had only been on the pillow for an hour to attempt to get some sleep but unconsciousness didn't come easy.
I was tormented through my sleep with actual nightmares, ones I could distinguish easier from reality. A jumbled mess of past events swirling tauntingly in with ones that happened more recently, I woke up in a cold sweat desperately heaving for air as I tried my hardest to keep myself under control while also trying to get a grasp of reality.
My entire body tensed, causing me to wake up with the worst aches in my limbs. Thankfully there was no one around to watch me walk around like Bambi on ice, it saved embarrassment and a probable mocking from Dylan.
My hopes of being out of the house before anyone woke up were squashed when I was sitting at the small dining table in the kitchen eating a bowl of dry cereal. Kacey was the first one up, smiling tiredly when she saw I was already up. We didn't exchange soft conversation until she'd buttered a slice of toast and took a seat opposite me where we finally caught up.
She checked on me knowing I worked last night. I hoped she could not see through any untruthful words that fell from my lips with ease. But even if she did, she didn't make it known to me therefore I had an easy job of allowing her to believe the creations in her mind.
It wasn't long after she'd awoken that Jasper emerged from his bedroom still in the same pyjama bottoms as last night and practically half asleep as he trudged around to make cereal.
