Eat

A New Taste

I look back on that memory frequently, but never in its full detail like I just now did. Gotta take my mind off of it with something. "Hello sir, may I take your order?". I hadn't noticed the waitress decided to make her appearance just then so I give her a blank expression for a few seconds before giving the dullest "Huh?" I had ever heard from my own mouth. "Oh sorry, yes I am ready to order"

That was the most disgusting thing I have ever put in my mouth, which is saying something (I went through a bad time when I really needed cash). "How was the food sir?" my waitress asks me with a smile, she has her arms crossed in front of her thighs and she's swaying ever so slightly. I smile a little, she is kinda cute.. "It was very good, as was my service. I think someone is getting a good tip" I say as I give her a slight wink, couldn't hurt right? She hides it pretty well but she's blushing, her body seems tensed also. "How old are you miss?" I ask her, because I am actually genuinely curious. "Oh, um.. I'm 15 but I turn 16 in a few days, you?" her hands are now behind her back and she's leaning forward closer to me. "I turn 18 this year, you know it's nice to see the younger generation working for money" what the hell did I just say? I sound like an old man all of a sudden. She doesn't seem to care though, she laughs and then hands me a slip of paper with 10 numbers on it and simply says "Call me yeah?"

It's been 3 weeks of talking to the waitress, and I'm starting to lose weight again. We've only been texting and talking on the phone, but she keeps putting in to come to my place to 'hang out' as she puts it. My phone rings and it's her number, I debate if I should answer or not before I answer it. "hello?" I barely get the word out of my mouth before I hear an over exited "Hi!" on the other end. "I was wondering if I could come over, I sorta got kicked out of my dads house.." she mumbles the last part, and I'm tempted to accuse her of making this up but with how things have been going for me I decide to go with it regardless if she's telling the truth. "Yeah sure, where do I need to pick you up?"

She's laying down in my bed, her clothes on the floor. I look over at her as I put my jeans on again, she's asleep and laying on her stomach. "Well shit.. I've done fucked up.." I sigh and rub my hand through my hair. "Got a little carried away I guess" I rub my hand on her bare back gently, my stomach growls from the feel of her smooth flesh. I sit on top of her and I rub her back, waking her up a little. "Mmm.. Whatcha doing?" she mumbles, letting off a soft yawn. "Nothing" I say as I quietly ready my dads old hunting knife just above her spine. "Just relax.." I whisper before plunging the knife right into her back, stabbing into her lung. She can barely let out a scream before I stab the knife into the other side of her back, puncturing her other lung. "Hush now.. It's all over.." I whisper as I lean down to her ear, kissing it gently. She is finally still, I guess it's time I indulge into my new taste once more.