The Woman on the 25th Floor | Short Story

4.

*DeAndre in the MM*

What are you doing this Friday?" I asked Teyana as we walked through the park.

It was a really warm day in September. It'd been a two or three months since we met.

"Going out with my boyfriend, why?"

"I wanted to take you out. But do you need a ride to work tomorrow?"

"My boyfriend's got it." She said with a sympathetic look.

"Damn, when else will we hang out?"

"Soon, Quan, soon. I'll miss you though." She said with a smile then touching my cheek.

I smirked as we made our way to my car. I carried her and sat her on top of the hood of my car and stood in between her legs.

"What are you doing?" She asked me once I sat her down.

I kissed her on the lips as I put my hands on her cheek. She had her hands behind her sitting her up. I slid my hands down to her waist as I added tongue to the kiss. She slightly pushed me away.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't "what" me. You know I got a man."

"So?" I shrugged.

"We can't be doing shit like that."

"But you liked it and you let me."

She thought for a moment. "I only let you cause I was caught up in the moment."

"The moment that wouldn't have even came to be if you hadn't felt some type of way about it, that moment?" I said getting all up in her face.

"Man, shut up. You think way too much." She said pushing me away with an eye roll.

"Lemme make another moment with you." I said softly as I set my hand to rest on her thigh.

I placed my other on her lower waist. As I reached in for a kiss, she was leaning back.

"I'm going home." She said hopping off my car.

She fixed her clothes as she walked to her Range. I waited until she pulled off to stop staring.

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I woke up from my nightmare breathing heavily as my chest heaved up and down. I could hear my heart beating fast. I soon felt the urge to vomit just in remembrance of horrible nightmare I'd just had. I ran to my bathroom and let my dinner out in the toilet and flushed.

They get worser and worser every night, I thought to myself referring to the nightmares.

At first they weren't too vivid, but as I got older, they became filled with agonizing pain that I could actually feel.

The dreams began after the incident. I was about 14 years old, when I had my first nightmare about the incident. The dreams used to happen everyday when I was younger, but as I grew they became every other day. Around when they first came, the nightmares would effect my performance and grades in school.

I haven't had one in almost four years, which indicated the guilt was still with me, eating me alive.

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