Fever.....

A Normal Morning

I slowly sit up from my comfortable slumber looking over to see my girlfriend, Carol, still asleep. I get up off the bed quietly and check my phone. Just as I thought, 8 new messages, all from my friends, complaining about how just can't get up and leave them or how I kidnapped my girlfriend and abused her for so long, but it's all wrong, they think I'm some sort of criminal or something. I walk out of the bedroom quietly, closing the door behind me as silent as possible, as not to wake Carol. I walk into the kitchen, get into the refrigerator, pull out a Monster, open it, and chug. I finish off the Monster and throw the can across the doorway into the living room, it lands next to the trash can, with my pile of other cans, from beer to Mountain Dew. I grab a small frying pan from the cabinet by the dishwasher, I spray it down, set it on the stove, turn on the stove, and wait for the pan to heat up.

I grab three eggs from the fridge, crack them and open them above the frying pan. I throw out the shells and start cooking, throwing on a bit of salt and pepper, along with some hot sauce and other spices. As soon as the eggs are finished, I put them in the microwave to keep them warm, then I move on to the toast. While waiting for the toast to finish, I cook some hash browns, mixing in, again, more spices and hot sauce. As soon as the toast is finished, and the hash browns, I put them all on a plate, setting the food on the counter behind me. '

It was a good thing I had as much time as I did because after setting the plate on the counter, I turn to see my girlfriend sitting on the small counter next to the sink. She blushes a light pink and giggles. "How long have you been sitting there?" I ask her as I grab the plate from behind me, handing it to her. "Only for about a minute," she says taking the plate from me. She pecs my cheek, thanking me for breakfast. "How'd you sleep?" I ask smiling. "Pretty well, had to get up once in the middle of the night, because this guy is on some weird schedule." She said pointing to her stomach.

"How about you?" she asks, taking a bite of food. I rub the back of my neck and look at the ground. "I slept okay, only a few minutes to an hour, here and there, but not much to be honest. I need to get that neck surgery soon or else I'm gonna be in pain for a long ass time." She sets her plate down to the side. "Come here, now," she says in a caring way. "Carol, I'm fi-" she cuts me off, "Come here Jake, otherwise your gonna lose your balls," she says pulling out a knife from the drawer next to her. I nod and go to her, knowing not to piss off a hormonal pregnant woman, turning around so she can massage my neck.

She sits on her knees so she can reach my neck a bit better. She starts massaging. "Ow, ow, ow, please stop, it hurts," I complain as she massages my neck. "Babe, you have scars on your neck, that are still healing from........." she stops here and I know what she means, she continues massaging my neck silently and I do my best not to complain about the pain I feel from it.

But, to go into detail, my friends put a training collar on my neck, like for a dog, and they had a leash for it and they would just tug and tug on it, leaving me with cuts, small stab wounds, it just all out hurt me, then they got me a shock collar for every time I raised my voice and I had to do my best not to scream when they beat the living shit out of me.

She soon finishes the massage and hugs me from behind, resting her head on my back. She pecs my neck lightly, I turn around and hug her tightly but not too tight as she was only two months, three weeks, and four days (to be exact) pregnant with our child. I pec her head lightly and kind of rock her from side to side. "Alright, I'm gonna finish my food and get a shower." I nodded and kissed her forehead, she leaves my arms and walks off into the bathroom. I follow after her, running into the bedroom grabbing my Bluetooth speaker. I then run into the bathroom to see Carol undressed about half way. "Jake, what are you doing?" she asks me. "I don't know, just thought I'd be able to join you," I say with a smile and show her my speaker.

She giggles a little. "Alright, you can join me. But, I only want our playlist playing on that phone or speaker. However, it works." I jump up and down happily, like a small child. I help Carol finish getting undressed by undoing her bra for her and taking her necklace off. I let her take care of the rest as she never trusts me with anything below her waist, except for one time, when we decided to try and go for a kid of which, we succeeded. She steps into the shower and starts the water as I undress, taking off my tank top, sweats, and boxers.

I step into the warm shower, closing the sliding door behind me. I hug Carol from behind and rest my head on top of hers. "I'm glad I met you," I say pecking the back of her head. She turns around so we're face to face. "Me too, baby." she pecs my cheek lightly. "You need another haircut, and you need to shave," she says giggling. I chuckle and start throwing soap suds at her, she stops in her tracks "You sneaky bastard." she says and starts throwing suds back at me. After a few minutes of throwing soap suds, we rinse ourselves off, get out of the shower, and get dressed. I put on a black tank top, some boxers, and a pair of white shorts. Carol, puts on one of my blue tank tops, and a pair of track shorts. "What about-" she cuts me off. "Airflow," she says before I finish my question. I put my hands up and back out of a possible argument.

She walks off into the living room to go watch some TV while I start cleaning up the bedroom, taking care of our laundry, taking dirty sheets off the bed, putting clean ones on, dishes, etc. right as I sit down on the couch with Carol she points to the trash next to the front door. I get up walk over and pick up my cans, throwing them in the trash can. I take the bag out of the trash can and walk out the door. "I'll be back," I say before leaving. I walk down the stairs and out into the cool air of rainy Seattle. I walk over to the dumpster and throw the bag in. On my way back to the apartment, I see two cars pull up, one of them a jeep, the other a pick-up truck with three dogs in the back, a German Shepard, St. Bernard, and a Bloodhound. Once the dogs saw me they started barking.

I run back to my apartment as fast as possible, sprinting up the stairs and to the left where my apartment was, locking the door behind me. Carol looks at me worriedly and I nod. She turns off the TV, and runs into the bedroom, coming out with my handgun and rifle, I make sure both are loaded before standing by the door, rifle in hand, Carol on the left with my handgun. We sit there quietly for about two minutes before hearing the tapping of multiple people coming up the stairs and we here the sound of dogs scratching on the door. Then the tap, tap, tap, of light knocking, someone from the other side shouts "Jake, we know you're in there, we saw you run to your apartment." I sit there not responding, but holding back tears, thinking of what they will, and what they did to me.