He Saw Me

Chapter 3

Sorry I took so long to update, kinda forgot don't hate me

Do you know that feeling? The feeling when your heart starts to slow and your breath gets caught up in your throat? Let's just say that fucked up feeling...I'm practically bathing in it.
His eyes stared at me, challenging me to back down and to coward from his statement. But I simply stared. I then thought about who I have to be, a whore who has no feelings. With the most strength I had in my body I looked at him ignoring the feelings of fright. My perfect manicured hand tracing his color bone than reaching to the back of his head feeling his hair. His jet black hair left a soft feeling in my hands that soon had him looking up at me attentively.
It was then my turn to smirk, lowering my head to his ear I breathed slowly in his ear creating a chill to run down his spine.
"Because it's fucking fun" I whispered.
Without looking at him I got up and sashayed away from him. Yet I could feel his stare as I tried to confidently walk away from his line of sight. I saw Trixie as I was walking out the door she was making out with a blonde guy who was wearing a muscle shirt that cut low around his arm letting you see his built figure perfectly. His hand cupped her ass as his arm laid on the wall beside her head and her hand was down his pants in a matter of seconds. Her hair was messy as they kissed and as she kissed him her eyes were closed yet his were open almost as to observe her.
I wonder if tomorrow she will complain how small his dick was or tell me about how large it was, and I'm not looking forward to it.
I then quickly made my way towards my car and got in it with no hassle. The words he said pissed me off as it circled my head over and over again.
"Why you faking baby girl?"
Why don't you mind your own damn business you ass
I drove home not caring of anything and began to wonder of my mother again.
Will she be home? Will she be with somebody? Will she be gone working?
The grey car that she usually drove was gone so as soon as I walked through the door I stripped. I was wearing nothing but my underwear as I walked towards my room finding my bed room, took some pills and passed out.
Sunlight creeped through my curtains when sunrise approached. Making light spread through my room and straight into my tired eyes. I recalled yesterday's events with that man and nearly punched a wall. Why was I so pissed?
All he knows is that I was faking...
We don't know what he means by that..
He could of thought I was faking being drunk...
Or maybe faking being a whore...
You can't really fake being a whore...
Your already a whore....
I'm still a virgin...
Baby girl....
Who the hell is he calling baby girl I'm nearly twenty.
I was having a mental argument in my head as I was eating my breakfast still in the nude
I slowly walked to the laundry room picking up a shirt that was huge and sliding it over my body letting it reach to my mid thigh.
The house was quite as I gently tapped the water tap to make it turn on and to wash the dishes.
What day was it again?
Giggling and chuckles and a car door slammed indicating my mom is home, but hearing the deep laughter and talking of a man I'm pretty sure she's working at our house today.
I can't believe I forgot
...
Fuck...

I pushed the dish plate into a cabinet and bolted. I was half way up the stairs as the door to the front of the house opened with a slam but I kept running up the stairs. I then heard my mom say,
"So where do you want to do ----" that's all I heard as I approached my room and closed the door.
Workaholic...that's what she always told me so I told that to everybody. They asked what she worked as I shrugged scratched my head laughed and said I actually think she works as an engineer. But my mother and I both know that's not what she does.
She usually texts me to remind me, but knowing her she forgot or something.
Whatever. It does't matter.
I grabbed a black skirt from my closet and a pink tight shirt that matched. I then grabbed my phone and some money shoving it into my bra, then I casually walked out of my room making my way downstairs.
Don't make eye contact just walk out the door
Sure enough my mom gasped as she saw me walk by making my way towards the door
"K-kitty" She moaned trying to cover her naked body but the man was no help. He then saw me and quickly let go of my mother.
"I thought I told you I worked today" her voice was steady but she was taking deep breaths. They were having sex in the couch that was right next to the front door, and the man who was in about his late twenties or early thirties was trying to cover himself my crouching next to the couch. His hair was a dark brown yet streaks of light brown hinted at the corners of his hair. His eyes were a solid grey I believe but it was hard to tell.
At least she's fucking someone decently attractive
She was glaring at me as I had my hand in the door knob about to leave but her face bothered me, thanks for giving birth to me, but I can't believe I came from such a disgusting family. How badly I wanted to say that and her eyes trailed me as her glare seemed to intensify.
The man looked at me and then at my mom,
"I'm sorr--" he began to say but my mother put her hand up to stop him.
I smirked as I put my foot out the door glancing back at her.
"Prostitute" I said shutting the door behind me leaving her to fuck.
What a wonderful morning.

I'm going to start writing longer chapters but I finally got some inspiration and the motivation to write more, have a nice holiday