For Your Protection

A Typical Morning

17 years later

I want to die.

Sunlight seeped through the crack between the curtains, birds were chirping outside, some kids next door were playing outside- I could tell today was going to be the typical warm and sunny day- the typical terrible day. 

The sun needs to get the hell out of my face, those damn birds need to shut the hell up and the kids need to go back inside before I show them how I play baseball. And to add the cherry on top, someone just knocked on the door.

"Lacey? Mason wanted me to tell you Ben just called; he has an assignment for us." Sam's voice drifted through the door.

Ugh. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the white ceiling, pondering whether or not to leave the only object of my love- the fluffiest, softest bed ever.

No. I decided and shifted so that my back was to the door then dug the side of my face deeper into the pillow. Sam's knocks on my white door was muffled by the fluffiest pillow in the world.

"Lace, open the door now, or else." Sam threatened, his consistent knocks escalated into an aggravating pounding.

Or else what? I taunted in my mind. Willing the pounding to fade and sleep to consume me again.

"Damn it Lacey! Open the damn door before I break it!" Sam made an exceptionally loud slam on my door this time.

Whatever. I sighed and closed my eyes, almost drifting into the sleep I most desired.

On the brink of sleep, I didn't hear the click my door made as it opened. I gasped when I felt cold, strong fingers grip my ankle.

"Let go." I hissed as I kicked his hands off.

"We have to leave in fourty minutes." Sam insisted his cold fingers making contact with my warm skin for a second time and started to tug harshly as if he was fighting for the last Oreo in the world. My hands immediately gripped the top of my headboard just before I flew off my bed and through the wall.

Damn, why the hell is Sam so strong? Sam and I grunted, the bed creaked from my weight shifting back and forth.

Groan.

Creak.

Groan.

Creak.

Groan.

Creak.

Groan.

Creak.

Ah fuck it. My hands released the bedpost and I felt my body go airborne, then fall on a mass of muscle. I heard a sharp intake of breath, then a very loud groan of pain.

"You bitch." He hissed.

I snickered and closed my eyes and laid my head on his thighs, using his legs as a pillow would have to suffice. I felt Sam shifting under me and before I knew it I fell onto the floor with a loud thud. This time, I was the one groaning in pain and Sam was the one snickering.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'M TRYING TO SLEEP." I heard a familiar voice yell throughout the house, which only made me groan louder.

"You let Skylar sleep in but not me?" I groaned, trying to shake off the ache in my shoulder.

"Obviously! Do you know what would happen to me if I tried to wake her up? If I had to choose between my dick and my life... well, you already know my choice." Sam winced and grabbed his crotch, recalling a particular event. Ugh, men and their privates.