Zombie Boy - Kyle Spencer - American Horror Story

Chapter Five

Our faces were so close that I could feel Kyle's breath tickle my lips. He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. He was struggling, constraining himself. I could feel him grow hard through the fabric of his boxer shorts and the fabric of my boy cut underwear. I pulled back, staring into his eyes. His dead eyes. I had forgotten he was dead, he felt so alive.

Kyle reached up and gently wrapped his fingers around my throat, and then slithered up my face and tangled into my soaking hair. 

"We shouldn't be doing this," I breathed, closing my eyes as he dragged his hands all over my wet body.

He shook his head. "I'm just her plaything, she doesn't care about me," he said.

I swallowed hard. I wanted Kyle. I wanted all of him. 

"Do you think that matters?" I said. "She could kill me with the snap of her fingers if she found out."

Before I could say anything else Kyle pressed his lips against mine. They were soft, but he was kissing hard. As if he wanted to devour me, consume me. As if I were a drug and he needed every last drop. I pressed harder, my arms wrapped around his shoulders. He dug his hips forward, his hands tangled in my hair.

I stopped and pulled away, trying to catch my breath. He had a wild look in his eyes, he was trying not to lose control.

"I can't do this," I mumbled through tearing eyes. I slipped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, nearly running out of the bathroom. As soon as I opened the door, Madison had her hand on the knob to open the door.

Her eyes bored into mine, a static look on her face. "Have you seen Kyle?" she asked flatly. My eyes stung and my heart throttled in my chest.

I nodded. "He's in there," she stated instead of asked. I nodded again. "What are you doing in there?"

She pushed past me without waiting for an answer and saw Kyle in the tub and bloody rags and clothes scattered across the floor. "What did you do?" she said turning to me.

"Kyle-my dad-" I struggled to spit the words out. Did Madison know what just happened? Was she mad? Would she kill me?

"Her dad came, I'm sure you heard all about him," Kyle began to explain, standing up in the tub. It was impossible to notice how his wet boxer shorts clung to his body as if it were a second skin. "I killed him. Jamie was pretty messed up so I helped her. Is that okay with you?" he said the last part bitterly, his eyes flickering at Madison. He stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

Madison rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she muttered and walked towards the door. As she passed by she whispered every so softly, ever so sourly, into my ear. "Don't go playing with something that isn't yours."

I shuddered and caught Kyle's look from across the room as she left.

What was I supposed to do now? My father was gone, did I even need to stay here? I still had no where else to go because my mother didn't want me.

How was I supposed to stay here when I was in love with the Queen of Mean's favourite plaything? 

The memory of Kyle saying he loved me played in my head over and over again.

The worst part was that I think I might have felt the same way.