Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 13

"Why did you help me today?" I could feel my face grow heated as the words left my lips. Did I really want to get into this conversation right now with him? My curiosity would most likely turn him into a asshole.

"Well did you want me to let them rape you?"

I shuttered at the harsh word. Rape.

I can feel his eyes turn to me but I ignore them and keep mine straight forward staring at the empty ceiling. "I mean.."

"Don't worry next time I'll definitely let them rape you sorry for stopping them."

"Im not saying--"

"You know they've raped someone before right?" He cuts me off.

"Christ, Chresanto calm down! I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just didn't expect you to help me ok?"

"So what you think I'm some bad guy that let's girls get raped right in front of me if I can help it?"

I can sense his annoyance but I can't seem to avoid the words that aggravate him. Why the hell does he get so angry and offended by the simplest things?

"Sorry if I offended you, I just meant thank you.. thats all"

The room grew silent and silence kills. Refusing to be a part of it's killing spree taking place at the moment I decided it would be best for me to leave. Just to the guest room of course, it was to late to wander the streets for the strip club although I knew my way back from almost any part of the city. I sat up off the bed and retrieved the tshirt that once covered my body, slipping it over my head leisurely.

"Goodnight." I speak in a whisper like tone before stepping out.

I sigh when I step into the guest room. Although Chres's room was much more glamorous, vast and open, I'm still satisfied with the smaller equally beautiful view and comfy bed this room held. I kick off my night shoes and crawl into the comfy bed falling flat onto my stomach, exhausted.

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The apartment was empty and silent when I woke up. The singing and breakfast making Chresanto was no where to be found just an empty kitchen and warm stove signifying he'd just been here.

"Chres?" I call out. As I expected, no reply. Although I'm not sure if me not getting a reply was due to him being rude and ignoring me from his room or me not getting a reply was just because of him having just not been here.

I knock on his bedroom door a few times before letting myself back into the personality lacking place. I didn't care to notice last night but his room has no traces of any life. Everything is either grey or black, there are no pictures of his family, or friends.

Being the nosey girl I was I began to snoop around opening up closets and drawlers. Looking for anything and finding nothing.

I move on to the kitchen and decide to wash up the few dishes in the sink and throw away the takeout that had been sitting in his bedroom that was now resting on his kitchen counter, guessing to be his doing.

After tidying up the kitchen I move to the back room. Coming to think of it, I had never been in here during the light of day with the curtains up. The room was much more spacious during the day than it was at night. For reasons unknown I step to the stage and began twirling myself around the pole in a joking way. No seduction. No business. Pure fun.

After a few minutes of trying out new tricks and messing around I pick up the small remote that rested near my feet and pressed the big play button in the center. Immediately John Legend's song Tonight began to pour from the speakers and I remember a routine me and a few of the girls from the strip club made up to it. I closed my eyes and began to dance, swaying and spinning to the lyrics reciting ever last move on the pole.

When the song ends I open my eyes and grin while stepping off the stage. It felt good to let free for a few more minutes. I pick up the small remote and press the smaller pause button next the the larger play's and sit down on the leather black sofa. While observing the room a little more I notice a familiar white tube under the smaller couch beside me.

I can feel the excitement course through my veins when I pick it up and examine it much closer. My beautiful snow white drug. My escape from this hateful world. My cocaine.

I spill the drug onto the back of my hand and hit it before I can even take another breath. Giving it one shot through the left, creating a slight familiar sting. My body temperature raises slightly and my heart begins beating so vigorously that I can feel it through my chest. All signs of the high taking over. I lay back in the sofa and close my eyes to let my body feel every last moment.

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

I turn around to see Chres standing there. Shirtless. Sweaty. With an iPod band around his toned bicep and an earbud dangling from his ear. He looked hot. But I was high and in no shape to deal with his fit of anger.

"Uhm,"

I stand up and bring the tube behind my back as discreetly as possible.

"Well here."

He tosses me a bag of McDonalds I fail to notice him holding and I fumble to catch it. I peek inside and am not to surprised to see hash browns and pancakes. I simper to my self and lift my face from the warm food to thank him but when I look up he's gone.

I walk to the kitchen and set my bag on the table and pull a chair out. Chresanto is still ambling around and seems to be pulling out different fruit and vegetables from the fridge.

"What are you making?" I ask opening up a small container of syrup and pouring it's contents onto my pancakes.

He sighs and pulls a fancy blender from a cabinet below and sets it beside the collection of produce. "Protein shake, you should starts having these instead of all that other junk you eat."

"And why is that?"

He began cutting the apples and spinach leaves and tossing them into the large cup. "Because it's healthy."

I grimace when he cracks open two eggs and throws them into the mix along with a cup of milk and a few table spoons of a powdery substance. After seeing enough of his concoction creating I cut off a piece of pancake and stuffed it into my mouth. "Well maybe some other time."

He laughed and I hear the pure ness in it. I smile at myself for having to have partially taken part in creating it.

"So what times the cook out on Tuesday?"

The loud roar of the blender halts the conversation but I can tell he did it just to avoid my question. It continues roaring for a few seconds and after it stops I continue to prod him. "Sooo?"

"It's starts at 4 I'll pick you up from the club at 2 so be ready." He takes the only cup that sits in his cabinet and fills it up half way with his "protein shake". I gag as he chugs it down and shakes it off but acknowledge the time of the cook out and time ill have to get ready.