I was walking home from the club with a couple friends on a crisp cold night. It was mid-November and I was about half drunk. I could walk and talk but I felt dizzy. Lightheaded. I was mostly leaning on my friends when we were walking back to their flat, but mine was down the street. As they left me, I started getting worse and worse. Finally I reached my apartment but passed out in the elevator. I'm such an idiot for doing that. I woke up on my couch and a note next to me. I rubbed my head and eyes trying to make myself feel a little better. I then picked up the note, it said:
"Hey Y/N.
I saw that you weren't in such a good state so I brought you back home. I hope you're doing better. If you need anything when you wake up, just call me.
-Michael"
Oh, it was just my neighbor Michael. Such an amazing guy. Every time I come home drunk, he helps me into bed and then goes home. Then when I'm not feeling very well in the morning, he leaves his number on every note so I can call him. He was always there for me and it was the cutest thing ever.
I got up off of my couch, rubbing harder and harder on my temples. I went outside into my hallway, walking calming over to the next apartment and knocking on the door. I waited while I hear foot steps and then a tall shirtless Clifford was standing in front of me. I blushed as soon as I saw his white torso, smiling up at him.
"Hey Michael," I tried to stare up at his eyes but his body was so milky white and smooth I couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted to run my hands all over that silky white, feel his warm against me, feel him inside-
"Hey, Y/N. What's up?" He smiled down at me and opens the door wider. "Come on in." He walked then to his couch and sat down, un-pausing his game and started playing again.
I went inside his huge apartment and shut the door, I realized I was still in my dress and shoe less from last night, I felt so stupid. I went and sat down by him, laying my head on his lap as I watching him play his video games. I was still in such a terrible state from last night. Why was I so tried? I only have like 2 or 3 drinks every night. I was about to fall asleep when I felt a hand on my side. I jumped up fast and saw I was still with Michael. He looked at me like something was wrong and I shook my head, letting him know I was fine.
"Hey," I said. "Can I go lay down in your bed?" I rubbed my head indicating I were still in pain. He nodded and paused his game again, taking me into the room next to the kitchen. There I saw a king size bed and millions of pillows. I had a single size bed and one pillow, this looked like heaven to me. Michael looked like heaven to me. I laid down onto his bed and slowly took off my dress while laying there. Michael watched me the whole time as I stripped down to my panties and bra. I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes. I didn't feel anything after that for I had passed out like a baby.
I then woke up this time inside a bathtub full of ice. My bathtub full of ice. I was cold as hell and I was sore EVERYWHERE. I got up slowly and shook with frozen everything. I realized I was still in my underwear and bra as I looked at myself in the mirror. I then looked at my body more and realized I had a huge scare on my left side that was frozen from ice but still covered in blood. I found a not next to the sink and grabbed it fast, I read it and I could feel my heart in my stomach. "Hey Y/N.
Thanks for everything. The "never returning my calls", the "only wanting sex", the "leave me alone texts".
It's really sweet that you would be so nice to me after all that I have done for you.
But I think I needed something better in return."
You touched your side and your eyes widened.
"Thank you, Y/N.
-Michael"
There was no number left at the bottom.
