Evil Lives Inside (boyxboy)

Evil Lives Inside

"You're such a dirty boy Michael." Sean mocks as I swallow.

He zips his pants up as I grin standing back up from the darkened bedroom inside the house. "I thought that's why you loved me?"

"One of the reasons." he replies, a crimson smile forms across his face as he pulls me in for a kiss.

The entire house is quiet I can hear my heart pick up as the kiss leaves me breathless I don't want it to end. Small soft kicks flutter in my stomach while our baby begins to move inside me. Tonight is better than I thought it would be spending it in an abandoned house on the edge of town on Halloween alone together.

We finally pull away from a perfect moment when the sound of a door slamming somewhere else in the house brings me back to reality scaring me half to death. Reminding me this might not be a good place to be in the middle of night. "What was that?!" I yell out beyond freaked out.

"I don't know probably nothing." he replies not calming my nerves.

"What do you mean you don't know? Sean doors don't just slam by themselves." I protest. How can he not be scared? Why wouldn't he question a door slamming somewhere in the dark of the house? Never mind I take back my questions remembering he was the one to talk me into coming here.

Even in the dark as I pull away from his comforting embrace I know he's rolling his eyes at me. Laughing at my expense having a good time but I don't find now a laughing matter. "I know that and it could have been rats. This house is old."

"Rats?" I question looking down at my feet around me in the dark rushing into his arms. I am completely terrified of the thought of rats. I was on my knees on the freaking floor a second ago and now he tells me there might be rats in the house? Is he not a great boyfriend and potential father of our unborn child? Why did he have to convince me to come here? Why did I have to give in to his plans to scare me on Halloween of all nights?

"Stop being dramatic. We're safe here. No one ever comes here." he states.

Me being dramatic? I am not dramatic in any way, shape or form. I am being a normal scared pregnant teenager that is easily scared and easy to convince to get myself into Sean's idea of a fun night out. I am never dramatic. Okay maybe a little but I have the right to be don't I? "And why is that again Sean? Why did you want to come to the middle of nowhere to some abandoned old house?"

"Sam." he replies a one word answer.

"Sam? Whose Sam?" I ask totally clueless. I don't know a Sam and neither does Sean last time I checked. And what would Sam have to do with the house?

"Person who lived here before." he explains briefly not helping much.

Last I knew the house on the edge of town miles away has been condemned for years, as long as I can remember. No one lived here in years being closed to the public. Except we're here so it really isn't. We aren't suppose to be here which makes me want to leave even more to get away from the dark creepy house I hadn't had a problem with until now. "I thought this house hasn't been lived in for years?"

"It hasn't because of what he did." he replies a devilish grin appears across his face I don't like.

He's taunting me, trying to scare me and I wish he would stop. I hate horror stories or movies. I can't stand them and he knows it. "Stop fucking around Sean trying to scare me. You know I hate scary stories especially at night on Halloween."

"Make up?" he asks in disbelief that I would doubt him and the words coming out of his mouth. "I'm not making up anything. There was a Sam who lived here with his family."