Part of Me

The Hot Asshole in My Bed

A bitter glacial breeze was propelled at my face as I blinked my eyes trying to keep myself from subsiding back to the depth of siesta. Yawning, I lethargically rolled my body on to my right side adverting the gaze of the orange winter sun that peeked through the silk curtains of the window. Stretching my hands out in front on me I realised that my well-manicured fingers was the colour of pale white snow with dried blood sheathing over my fingers and palms.

Alarmed at the sight of blood, I sat up swiftly, and as I observed beyond my hands contaminated with debauchery and depravity I saw a mirror that was smashed at its junction staring back at me as if taunting the fact I have somehow cut myself whilst asleep.

Inquisitiveness entwining its way to my awareness, I prepared myself for the worst and tightened my hands around into fists as I glanced beyond my dirtied skirt to see bodies of the deceased dispersed across the floor. Cringing at the sight I diverted my gaze to the walls only to see them tainted with dried blood, frightened by the suddenness of this scene I looked down for the comfort of my lukewarm body only to see the carpet smeared with dirt and glass shards that had turned the ground into a bloodbath.  

Hands trembling, mouth dry with dread, and the palms of my hands sweating, I attempted to hoist myself up off the ground only to collapse back down as if the gravity system of where I was became out of reach for me.

It was like I was bounded to the ground by chains of evil or some sort of metal vice. I struggled to keep myself sitting as the source of gravity grew stronger and stronger and finally I was pulled down to the ground.

As I lay on the floor near unconsciousness I saw a figure of black approach me in the sun lit room holding what seemed to be a knife that gleamed the colour of bright silver as it caught the first rays of winter sun.

My head spinning and my eye lids fluttering I felt myself fall down a deep dark well of unconsciousness passing through dark sides that caved in…

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I heard a music like voice whispering my name and chiming it through my head and as the voice grew urgent, it whispered in a low voice for me to wake.

Taking in breaths of fresh air I sat up quickly to see if I was still where I was. Studying the place I was in, I realised I was no-where near what seemed to be a murder scene; instead I was in some sorta of spacious pen house towering at least 5 floors, with a giant window pane as a door towards the balcony that was shadowed by a drape of curtains and silk coverings.

Shaking my head, as if I somehow managed to imagine this place up, I found it impossible that I was at a room of blood just a few hours ago. Sighing that I probably just abstracted this whole thing up, I was about to jump out of the bed when I felt a hand grab at my elbow.

Screaming, I turned around to see Austin Jacobs-the hottest teen star ever- in bed attempting to cover his ears as I continued to scream.

Having no implications to sound horrid I spat out “What the hell are you doing here!”

As Austin blinked his eyes, trying to comprehend what was happening I rolled my eyes and muttered something about stupid teen stars breaking into random houses.

As clear morning finally hit him in the face, he looked at me with an expression of studying his memories to remember if he met me. As he looked at me with a smile, a blush suddenly crept to his cheeks. Questioning why he was blushing I looked down to see I was wearing…nothing…in particular.

Screaming an ear piercing scream I snatched at the blanket to cover myself only to strip Austin of his remaining cover. Seeing he was in the inappropriate state that I was, I started to scream even louder. Pressing his hands to his ears Austin remarked something about girls who would actually want to sleep with him while he gets some freak who screams in fear at the freaking sight of him.

After I calmed down, or just basically lost my voice, I glared at Austin while chucking half the blanket over to him for good purposes when he said “Did we…” not continuing the question his cheeks turned a rosy pink giving me hint to the rest of the sentence.

Scanning through my memories or if possible dreams of dead bodies, blood, and dark figures I came to the conclusion that I had no idea. Shaking my head, I looked around studying the ground for giveaways. Seeing my undergarments and parts of what appears to be Austin’s clothes, there’s a high chance I probably hit my head too hard and got shagged by some idiotic asshole.

Sliding out of the bed and warning Austin if he looked at me I’ll be finding parts of his body to rearrange, I put on a reasonable amount of clothes that didn’t reek of deodorant and chucked the remaining piles of stuff at Austin.

Mumbling Austin hopped out of bed draping the blanket around him to find clothes. Still half-awake he threw me a giant shirt that said ‘Major Asshole’ and a pair baggy jeans that was way too big for me. Not bothered to complain, I dressed and hurried Austin to dress faster and come with me this instant to find out what other idiotic things we did during our ‘Fuck the world’ session.

Walking out of the bedroom door and following Austin to the elevator I hopped in and pressed the ground number and waited for the lift to finally ride down. When it did I walked out of the elevator with Austin only to be greeted with flashes of white lights and screaming reporters.

Austin who was still half asleep did a double take and flinched at the sight of paparazzi. As a reporter screamed the question ‘What were you 2 doing yesterday?’ Austin got pissed off at the world and still wanting to get more rest Austin yelled back “I don’t know! We just woke up wearing nothing, who knows? I don’t know! ‘Kay!”

Muttering unintelligible things under my breath I was hauled outside the doors of Austin’s pen house and into a silver BWM. Starting the engine with the key he probably grabbed before heading out of his room, he started the car and was about to reverse it on to the road when my hand flew to the driving wheel and yelled over the shrieking reporters and paparazzi “You can’t drive! You’re not even half awake!”

Shrugging his shoulders Austin reversed the car on to the road and stepped on the accelerator pedal to speed the car away from the crowd of annoying reporters.

“What the hell!” I screamed pissed at him for not taking my advice.

“Look, since the new cover story is going to be about me shagging some sleazy…” looking at me he finished his sentence “brunette, we might as well flee the country and find some explanation.”

"Yeah an explanation of which idiot hit her head too hard and became a thing with you!” Snapping at him I crossed my arms in front of my chest as Austin drove above the speed limit by 50 and rolled his eyes.

Fiddling with my shirt I looked up to see the road in front of me shadowed from the sun by weird trees. A shiver was sent down my back when my sight of the road was splattered with red dripping blood. Gasping I shut my eyes, and reopened them only to see a black figure  appear out in front of the car and as the car slammed into the figure’s body, the car nearly  flipped over but instead it eased into a halt in front of the figure whom was now approaching the car. As I squirmed in the car sit, I glanced at Austin to see his hands trembling and his facial expression twisted into a face of shock. Taking in breaths of small air the figure slowly walked towards us. Her hands gripping onto a baseball bat and as she neared the car, she smashed the window with the bat and chucked it to the side while laughing sadistically.

As the figure walked away I poked Austin’s arm and asked “Hey, is that one of your crazy fan-girl-stalker person?”

Receiving no answer I twisted my hips around to look at him, only to see a dead body wedged into the sit next to me with his face white and cold looking, while his eyes were left open as if glaring at me, as if warning me about something. Gaping at the sight I was about to cry for help when the dead figure’s bony hand was raised and pushed against my warm lips.

The dead body’s fingers of which left a chilly trace as it was brought away from my face subsided to the body’s side. The stony dead body slumped back into the car’s sit as his eyes flickered closed as if the mission he was set out to do was accomplished.

No shrill scream escaped my lips as my eyes widened and my body shook uncontrollably in fear and agony at what just happened. My gaze still lingered as I bit my lips letting blood drip down to Austin’s shirt, with my mind screaming out to me I just looked on.

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