The next day brought more questions and I knew how to get the answer. I skipped school that day, as 'could not face people' after all my best friend was just murdered. We were allowed back into our house and I immediately ran up to my room to check if all my stuff was still there. I pulled my dresser away from the wall and lifted up the air shaft, I released a breath of relief as it had not been touched. I returned the dresser back to its home and pulled my laptop out. I sent a message to detective Langford:
A: want to meet?
W: I don't know your name?
A: you can look on my profile
W: hello Aliana
A: hello handsome
W: thanks.
A: you didn't answer my question
W: I don't know you I'm afraid, but I would love to meet.
A: we met last night ;)
W: did we know? Meet at my house, tonight, 8:00pm, I will cook your dinner
A: didn't your mamma tell you never to meet up with strangers
W: but we have met.
A: see you later.
Pleased with myself, I shut my laptop lid, lied on my bed, and pondered in my thoughts. Maybe he just wanted to see if knew who committed murder, but I would need a bit more convincing to answer that question. I shut my eyes and fell into the nightmarish abyss.
I awoke from my slumber to find that I had slept most of the day, my alarm clock read 19:27. Shit. I quickly got in the shower and ran my hair under the warm water. I wrapped the towel around my naked bodice. I looked into my closet and picked out my sluttiest clothes I had, let's be honest they were all pretty slutty, I applied my makeup, picked my purse up and left the house at 19:50. I got into my black Lexus and drove. It took twenty minutes to get there and I got there at 20:14. A little late, but he wouldn't care.
That night I went to his house, I knocked on his door and he opened, a little shocked, I walked into his house. I was wearing a short (really short) green skirt with a sleeveless tank top. He couldn't take his eye off me. He didn't ask any questions. I walked towards him and pressed my lips against his, he didn't object, he put his hands on my waist and slowly lifted them further up my back. I put my hands under his white tee and pushed it over his head, he did the same to my top. I kicked off my heels and we made our way to his bedroom. Our Lips connected again, this felt right. I undid his jeans and he took them off while I whipped off my mini skirt. I stopped and he stopped. Protection was important if I didn't want anyone to know about it. Our lips once again touched, this time more vigorously than before. His hands were on my back and he undid my bra strap and threw it to the floor, his hands then found my underwear and that was removed to as well as his own. Our naked bodies touched as we carried on under the covers, he rolled on top of me, still kissing, and pushed down, I didn't stop him, I wanted this. We laid side by side on the bed, I couldn't see one hint of regret in the icy blue eyes only glory. I rolled over to him so my breasts were by his shoulder and started kissing his neck until I made way to his gorgeous lips and rolled on top of him. Our naked bodices once again entwined in battle. This carried on for a few more minutes till it stopped. I walked to his kitchen (still naked) and he followed. I opened the fridge door a bent down so that my breasts bounced. Nothing to eat. He walked over and he forced his lips upon mine while I wrapped my legs around him again, going closer towards him.
As the clock chimed 3 times I rolled off him and grabbed my clothes from the floor and left a note on his desk. He had hunger in his eyes, I would feed that hunger. I walked through the front door of my house and my mum was sitting on the couch half-drunk half−high, my father was upstairs having sec with some blonde prostitute (also high). I rolled my eyes and walked up to my room slammed to door shut and put my headphones in and turned up to volume to block out the blonde humpping my dad.
It wasn't long before the clock chimed seven times and I had to get. I wandered into the kitchen to find my parents having a decent conversation, it was surprising how different they were in day than night, and I had been living with them 16 Years. I grabbed a piece of toast and poured coffee into my travel mug and walked out the door, ignoring any attempts my parents made to communicate with me. The walk to school was normal. At school no one talked to me just surprised that I was at school even though my best friend was murdered two nights ago. That's life people. I walked up to my boyfriend and kissed him on the check while he gave me a tight squeeze, that's it? Just a tight squeeze? Whatever! The day seemed to drift by, but I was looking forward to tonight, my date. When I got home the blonde prostitute was back otherwise known as my therapist. Yeah like I need a therapist. I left immediately and went to his house and waited for him to get home, when he did, he didn't hesitate before he pushed me through the door and started kissing me. I pushed him away, closed the curtains, then went back to kissing him.
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Roman d'amourAfter her best friends death, Aliana is drawn to the mysterious detective who investiates the murder, they use each other for sex, but does it mean something more to Aliana and who killed her friend, who will be next?
