The Vampire of Sacremento

Unsatifaction and Dog Puke

 **Just about all of the songs that im putting on the side are going to be dubstep so if ya don't like it im sorry :P**

"Are you not attracted to me?” hurt was evident in Beth’s voice.

I stood naked in front of her, looking down at the beautiful brunette who was tangled in my sheets. I think she was still trying to seduce me; she left her cream colored breast uncovered and  her nipples were still erect. But I knew that nothing was going to happen tonight.

“No believe me I am but…I don’t know what’s wrong.” I ran a hand through my tangled blond hair. “Maybe I’m just not ready yet. Please don’t take it personal.” I stepped back as she wrestled with my sheets to stand.

“Wow. Thanks for wasting my time Richie,” She fished her garments out from our pile of clothes and began to hurriedly get dressed. “Cindy said you couldn’t stay erect but I thought that it was just because she wasn’t as attractive as me but, I guess you really do have a problem.” By then, she was fully dressed. I just stood there. Watching.

“I think you should really get that checked out.” With that cheery note, she walked out of my room and closed my door.

I sighed and flopped onto my bed. This is the fourth time that this has happened to me. Id convince a nice looking girl to come to my house, get her clothes off and quickly aroused…then nothing. I’d be in the mood, the zone…then nothing. It’s like my mind and my body has two different objectives.

I got up off my bed and walked into my bathroom, heading for the shower. I need to figure out how to tell my dad that I can’t have kids...this is going to be fun.

                                                                 ~δεατη~

“How long have you had these…problems?” my new shrink, Dr. Nancy Portman was looking at the clipboard in her lap. When I didn’t immediately answer, she looked up at me with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Uum, I think my first sexual encounter.” If this wasn’t awkward, then I’ve gone my whole life not knowing the true definition. Thanks Dad! You’re the best…

A couple of days after I screwed things up with Beth, I told my dad what was going on with me. To say that he was angry would be an understatement. “What do you mean you can’t stay erect”? My mother tried to back me up. “It’s not his fault Ron!” Dad yelled and told her to stay out of it. “Can you please not blame him for things he can’t control”? Already mad, he slapped her and I watched her fall to the floor. I knew that if I tried to help her, he would just beat her worse. “Listen Richard, we are going to take you to a psychiatrist so they can diagnose your problem”. He put his hand on my shoulder and it took everything in me not to flinch at his touch. “One day son, you’re going to thank me for this”.

I’m feeling really thankful Dad. God I hate that man…

“Mr. Chase?” Dr. Portman’s voice brought me out of my flashback and I refocused my eyes on her face.

“Sorry Dr. Portman, I was…thinking” I turned my eyes from her penetrating gaze. That look in her eyes bothered the hell out of me. It was almost like she…cared. Gave me the creeps.

“What were you thinking about if I may ask?” The light coming in from the window behind me danced on her blue/hazel eyes. The sun highlighted a few gray hairs in her red hair.

“I was remembering when I told my father about my problem.” I looked at the walls of her office as I told her what happened. I suppose the colors were supposed to be calming but instead reminded me of dog puke. An angry yellow; like the dog ate butter cream icing and daffodils. Poor choice.