My Only Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 14

'Ohh damn...'

My man was among the exceptional specie of loud audience.
It was weekened and we finally decided to watch a film. After scrolling down thousands of movies, he opted for a sci-fi and I screamed inwardly.

Why couldn't he just listen to me for once?

He hollered, jerking me up from my sleep.

'You saw that?', he shouted and I nodded with zeal but only I knew how I was enduring that stupid excuse of a movie.

'Hey! Sleepy head', I felt a tap on my head and looked at him.

He was one hell of a jumpy guy. It seemed as if he got into the film and was masking the hero.
Part of me was happy to witness this carefree side of him. Whereas most of the time he was snapping at me.

He had decided to not sleep and watch movies all night and I couldn't help but stick my mind around his somewhat childish choice for movies.

I inwardly gagged when he noted 'terminator' on the list.

'Ya up for lights out', he mumbled and I violently shook my head.

'Why?', he said and started the movie.

Sheeeesh
No

I hate horror movies. I wasn't even able to go to the bathroom on my own after watching such stuff.

'I'll be scared!'

'Don't be... it's just a movie.', he murmured and stretched his limbs.

We had displaced the coffee table and and made some space in front of the TV to lay there.
But I was in no mood of watching a horror movie.

'Where are you going?', he asked registering my standing frame.

'I don't wanna watch this.'

He rolled his eyes and pulled me down back on the floor.

'Here.', he mumbled tucking me under his arms.

Well
It would have seemed very romantic but right now I could just piss in my pj's.

Just when the little girl turned her lamp, a dark figure appeared at the wall and it seemed to dilate.
Just when it reached the girl I screamed loudly and closed my eyes.

'Shut up!', he gritted and hid my face under the comforter.

'Ayla!', he seethed and pulled away the comforter.

'I don't wanna watch this.', my voice seemed raspy to my own ears.

I jumped again at yet another horrible scene and he spat as usual.

'What's wrong with you?', he asked exasperatedly and I couldn't help but roll on the floor at my screaming bladder. I couldn't pluck up the courage to just go up to the bathroom and let go of it.

'I need to pee.'

'Go!', he said without paying any heed and watched the movie.

'Can you just come up with me?'

'Huh?', his brows scrunched up.

'I'm scared.'

'No I'm busy.', he said looking back at the screen.

'I won't take long.'

He hummed and the little boy screamed in the movie lurching my heart.
I screamed and latched out for something to hold on.
This was one hell of a scary shit.

'Aylaaaa!', he grabbed my hand that had practically pulled down his shirt from his shoulder.

'I'm sorry.'
I felt tears brimming my eyes and I faced the sofa instead of the screen.

'Hey! What're you doing?', he asked tapping my back.

'I'm not watching that.'

'Gosh! I really need to pee. Can't you just pause that thing for a while?', I whined and he huffed loudly.

He paused that stupid thing and I ascended upstairs, following him.

'Stay here.'

He folded his arms and leaned against the wardrobe.
I quickly dashed inside and did my business at the speed of light. I disengaged the bolt and found him with a frown over his mouth. He shook his head and marched back.

I quickly ran past him and he stopped.

'Just follow me and see if somebody's following us.'

He gave me a look that said 'ARE YOU CRAZY' and I ignored it. I know I am crazy when it comes to being afraid.

The movie ended with all the hoos and haas and he sighed.

'You still act like a child!', he mumbled and stood up to turn on the lights and I was thankful for it.

It was a little after four in the morning while we were heading back to our room.

A creak jerked me and I sat up in my bed. I quickly turned on the lamp and felt something lurking around the patio.

Fu**

That's the witch.

It came closer to the glass door and I screamed loudly.

'WHAT IS IT?'

I saw my shirtless man, standing in the doorway with disheveled hair.
I would've drooled over him if it was some other time, but right now all I cared about was not pissing in my pj's.

My tongue tied and I pointed at the glass door that led to the patio.

He quickly strode and slid the doors. He disappeared behind it and came back with a grumpy face.

'Just go to sleep before I say something regretful.', he snapped at me and headed for  his room.

'No wait!', I said standing on my bed. 'What if its under the bed?', I babbled.

'Fu**ing hell!', he gripped his hair in aggression.

'No no no. It happens... just check it down there.'

'Are you kidding me?', he said with his hands on his waist.

'Ohh my God! I feel like peeing again.'

'Fu**', he cursed and headed out.

'NO! WAIT UP... I-- I CAN'T SLEEP..'

I shivered at the mere loneliness of my room and sobbed when he didn't come back.

Another creak touched my senses and I flew out of the room only to be met by him in the hallway.

I screamed at his unexpected appearance and he glared at me with his arms folded over his naked chest. He seemed as if he had been waiting there.

'You can't just leave me alone!', I gritted with tears and he rolled his eyes so hard that I dreaded that they would never come back to their place.

He ducked down and I squealed when he hauled me up over his shoulder.

'WHAT THE HELL?'

'Shut up!', he spanked my butt and closed the door.

Ouch
That was hard...

He flew me in the air and I yelped when I felt mattress beneath me. I gazed up at an unfamiliar ceiling and looked around me.
It was his room.

He thumped upside down on the bed beside me and snaked one of his arm around my waist.

'Go to sleep.', he mumbled and I snuggled closer into him.

'Thanks!'

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