So It Goes

Don't Breathe (Part 2 of October)

3:20am, random Wednesday, October – Travis's house

Taylor's eyes fluttered open. At first, she didn't recognize where she was, then she remembered: Travis. This was his house, his room, his bed...Taylor shifted slightly to see him lying there as she last remembered: naked and gorgeous. Taylor observed through hooded eyes his side profile and position of his body. His left arm flung above his head, the sheet and blanket pulled up to his waist, his right arm lying next to him. The Yeti he had called himself, Taylor thought as she gently sat up on her elbow, holding the sheet to her naked body. She hadn't thought at the time to ask why, but she understood now. She looked at the chest hair that covered his upper body....trailing down to his lower body. Taylor's cheeks started to turn pink with the memories of that body...holding her, caressing her, entering her.

Stop, Taylor thought, I've got to get out of here. This wasn't supposed to happen. It's a mistake. Taylor cursed that she had let her wild side "live in the moment." Taylor looked at the clock: 3:20am. Ugh, it was late, Taylor thought. I hope his roommates didn't come home. Taylor looked around for her clothes, then realized they must be on the floor, haplessly flung somewhere.

Shit.

Taylor slowly eased her way to the far side of the bed, trying to not shake it that might wake Travis. She had no idea if he was a light or heavy sleeper, but she knew what would happen if she woke him.

Would it be so terrible to have that sexy ass fuck you again, Taylor? Her wild side trying to rationalize and taunting her to just start jumping on the bed and see what happens. Taylor tried to hold onto the sheet as long as possible, but finally she had to let it go. She moved on her hands and knees around the bed as stealthily as she could. She looked up and saw part of Travis' foot hanging slightly off the edge. Taylor maneuvered around it and continued to search for her clothes. She found her dress first, then her bra...and finally her panties.

Taylor held the garments to herself. I can't get dressed here...might wake him. Taylor thought as she rose slowly to stand naked, turning and tiptoeing slowly towards closed door. God, I hope none of these hardwood floors creak. She reached out to the well-warn door knob, turning it slowly, the door opened quietly. Taylor opened it just enough so she could fit through, looking cautiously out into the hallway. All the other doors were closed, except one at the top of the stair. A bathroom?

Taylor quickly moved through the doorway, pulling the door closed silently, and moved swiftly into the bathroom. She pulled the door half way closed. She only needed a minute to get dressed. The bathroom was surprisingly clean given it seemed to be the only one upstairs, Taylor noted as she pulled her panties on. Then she saw....

The beginnings of a bruise, dark blotches on her inner thighs. Then she saw smaller circles, evenly spaced on her lower ribcage on one side...where Travis had held her tightly while they had sex. Taylor gasped when she saw the biggest one, on her neck and collarbone. She looked like she had been attacked by an animal. A yeti, Taylor thought ruefully as she touched the light bruise on her collarbone. They would only get darker as the days go by....damn it, Travis...now I've got evidence this wasn't just all in my head. It was real.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Taylor put her bra on and pulled her dress over her head. Taylor quickly and silently crept down the stairs, again praying that none of them creaked badly.

Down the stairs, Taylor found her shoes she left next to the couch, and her bag. She moved towards the kitchen door, hand on the knob, and paused. Leave him your number, her mind whispered...or was it her heart? Taylor looked at the cork board filled with papers and pictures. An almost fully blank piece of paper hung off to the side. Taylor moved to rip off a small corner, then grabbed a pen lying on the kitchen table. She quickly wrote her number and name, sliding it under Travis' keys that he had chucked on the table earlier.