Colours Of Fear

of how much to give and how much to take

POV Kai's

       Wrapped in the silky white sheets of the creaking mattress I observed my unfamiliar surroundings. My phone lay cracked on the ground with fifteen messages from Lloyd. A body lay pressed against mine. Checkered red and black old navy boxers were the only cloth left on my tan and fit body.

Hair ruffled and left without any grease in it at all. Clothes strewn about the dim lit shabby room. I was unaware of where I was. My eyes still in a squint from the hefty sleep I was just recovering from. Blonde with blue dyed tips flipped over into my soft tensed hand.

"It's a hotel room", a women's soft, but bitter voice spoke.

Speechless I didn't respond and nodded, acting like I already knew where we were. She smiled and kissed up my abdomen and poked my abs causing me to have a hitch in my breath.

"Britney", she cuddled up against me, "my name is Britney".

Inhale and exhale whilst ignoring any awkward comments you could make.

"Someone was texting you all night long", I felt her stretch across me and curve her bare, soft back.

Grinding my teeth against each other I smiled and stood up. My phone screen was clearly cracked and unusable almost. Every message from the furious Lloyd was about me not meeting him at the corner dairy and the charges I made on his debit card.

"Hey", I swallowed hard as I felt Britney's soft body be thrown at my sturdy stance, "I'm sorry.... But uh.... I don't find any interest in this relationship-", I popped the 'p' and stopped myself before saying anything else.

My right hand held Britney's soft neck and my left hand slipped on her swaying hips. Our lips pushed against each other's and we hummed a sweet tune whilst kissing.

Lloyd called me and I threw it at the broken lampshade. There was knock at the door and Britney scattered to the bathroom holding all her clothes. That left me to answer the rusted door.

A slap, gift card, and tears. It was Lloyd.

"F-fuck you", his lips quivered, "you're an asshole, Kai!".

Trying to shut him up I pressed my pointer finger on his lip and popped his bottom lip as I slid my finger off. Britney walked out in the bartender getup I snatched her in.

"Oh", she laughed, "friend meet up I guess?", she threw down her phone onto the bed and gingerly waved to Lloyd. He waved back and slapped me once again, handing me the coffee shop gift card.

I stood at the doorway confused and blown away by the situation.

"Britney's my bar friend, or aka 'spy'. I actually sent her out to trick you. It kinda failed seeing what had happened here, but I got the info I needed and now I see you aren't into boys. You could've said that awhile ago", Lloyd tapped my poofy, ruffled hair and smiled evilly at me.

Speechless I was again for the tenth time this short morning, "that seems illegal or weird", I threw down the envelope with the gift card.

"And stealing from my bank account isn't?", Lloyd possessed a good point, "don't answer that because it is, and the cops have been called.... Babe", he tilted his eye and softened the expression plastered on his porcelain face.

This was it, I'm a complete goner. ( |-/)