Rapid Reactions (A Mindless Behavior Story)

Should You Be Trusting Them

Previously: After following the texts instructions, Aimee thinks she took the smarter option by going back to her old dorm, and protection her temporary home, however she is horrified when she discovers that she wasn't alone. Following the heavy footsteps that lingered through the walls as she was stepping out the shower, she comes face to face with a face she only dreamed on meeting in a nightmare. Meanwhile, (YN) receives a call from a man claiming to be Chresanto's cousin, but can she trust him? She takes the risk of planning to meet him in Atlanta since it was call from a number which was previously used by Holy.
*DIGGY'S POV*

I had been drowning in my sorrow for days now, and knowing that there was no one who I could trust made things much worse, the only thing that I was holding onto was hope. My hope was so strong it was held my entire self together, but I often I thought to myself "the things that are priceless are often tainted; in fact, there is no such thing as an un-paid-for matter, everything in life comes with a price: whether it be a material source of payment, or a payment in which only the devil himself seeks. Realising this, when living life, is the best way to go on: when life gives you happiness know that, not too far along the line, darkness will be coming to rain all over the pleasure. As with anticipation: with hope and desire comes a great share of disappointment" Without Holy, life was a place where death no longer existed: you could live without water until there was no liquid to even allow your eyelids to meet, you couldn't even swallow without excruciatingly pushing the dry remains of what is left in your body, like human desiccation - and there would be no mercy, no way out... just torture.

I remained in the same place I had been from the moment I returned to my apartment, I hadn't cleared up the mess I had made the day I realised what had happened to her, I sat on the chair she often came and disturbed me from watching a basketball game on. She would watch me from afar, analysing how focused I was on the game, when satisfied with my level of concentration she would walk past the seventy inch television continuously - back and forth until I noticed. Sometimes she would turn up the music she was listening to in the background, just so I would turn to look at her, in the hopes that I would give in to her tempting hip roll or booty popping she would be doing in time to the bass of her music. She would look at me in a flirty way as I would lick my lips and look back at the TV then her, I would have to pick between a game and my beautiful girlfriend. Of course, I would turn off the game to watch her do her thing further; she would giggle lightly then plant her lips on mine, bending only slightly as her height of four foot nine would only slightly be taller than myself slumped on the chair. She would pull away leaving me wanting more, and I would hear her giggle again then shortly after I'd open my eyes the game would be on again and she would of return to what she was originally doing...

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME BIG POPPPAA! THROW YO' HANDS IN THE AIRR IF YOU A TRUE PLAYERR!

The irritating ringtone of mine would continue play on my kitchen table, I turned my head stiffly towards the sound, and I smiled slightly in memory of singing the very same song that was lingering through the air to my Holy..."My love, my life, my reason for living". I heard the sound of a key fitting into my door, for a split second I thought that all the hope that had been holding onto was about to give me the reason to live again - I thought that my prayers had been answered, but instead it was almost the complete opposite.

??: hey man, you don't look so good

Me: how did you get in here?

??: spare key... look man, I'm really-

Me: don't

??: Digg...

Me: I know why you did it Spin, I would have done it too...