psychotic; jmb

chapter ten

i awoke to a strong smell of axe body spray.  joey's body was sprawled across my bed with me laying gently against him.  his arm grasped my waist loosely and my hand remained on his bare chest.  my injured arm stayed out at my side.  his eyes were shut in a harsh manner as if someone had pissed him off before he slipped away into sleep.

i raised my top half slowly to not wake joey up, but to still get out of his hold.  my eyes wandered to the ground to find a shirt and shorts that looked to be belonged by a guy. 

was joey wearing pants?

the last thing i can remember from last night was the shower i'd taken with joey. 

oh my god, i took a shower with a psychopath.

i must've still been on my meds at the time.  there's no way in hell i would shower with him ever again.  especially because i don't know who's blood has been on his hands last.

joey groans and shuffles in my bed to where he was facing me on his side.  he smirks the iconic, award winning smirk that he possesses.  i raise my eyebrows to try and convince him to tell me what's so great about my "i-woke-up-like-this" look.

"nice panties," he chuckles and looks down.

i look down too.  i'm wearing the sluttiest underwear i own, topped off with a cropped t-shirt with big red letters reading "slut." oh, and not to mention, i'm wearing absolutely no bra and the t-shirt is probably the tightest shirt i own.

joey's still staring at me when i look back up.  i give him a sigh and flip him off.

"i do not remember putting this on," i shuffle through my shorts drawer.

joey is visible through my mirror above the dresser i own.  he approaches me and places his hands on my bare hips.  gently, his lips kiss my jawline.  i try my best not to blush as we touch cheeks.  my eyes stay glued on the shorts drawer. 

i finally find some lengthy, not-tight shorts.  you know, something joey can't get hard off of. 

i turn my head slowly so joey knows to stop kissing me. i haven't truly kissed him yet, and i'm not totally sure i want too. 

"let me change," i bump my head into his and stare at our figures through the mirror.  a tall brunette with a slender, perfect body.  and a short, bruised little girl with her bandaged shoulder.

joey's hands grab my hip bones and pull me closer.  this reveals his growing boner through his pants.

"you're a tool, joey birlem," i free myself from his grip and lock the bathroom door.

the bandage strategically placed over my wound is threatening to come off from whatever i did last night.  i pull my shorts onto my body and look at the wounds i have from my "adventures", if you will, with joey.

when i returned to the room joey was gone, no where to be found in the entire house.  a low voice came from far away as i walked down the long hallway searching for him. 

the voice was so recognizable, yet i couldn't hear what accent they may have or what they were even saying.  joey's voice came next, the slightest bit of anger showed in his voice, seeing as though i could actually tell what he was saying from his voice being raised.

slowly, the door creaked open and i bolted into the nearest room.  muffled voices sounded though the boards of the wooden door.  someone stomped hastily down the stairs and a door slammed shut.  i cracked the door and peeked out to find an empty hallway filled with silence.  

my body leans against the door and it swings open slowly.  i step out onto the tiled floor and quietly move my feet along the floor and back down the hallway once again.

joey isn't my main focus anymore, it's the room that seems to always be closed off.  

the door had been ajar from joey's previous "meeting", therefore, i walked right in.

inside, the windowless-walls were lined with grey file cabinets that seemed to be six feet tall.  i opened the middle drawer in a random cabinet labeled 'a-c'.  about 100 files were strategically placed in alphabetical order.  each file possessed a name that either started with a, b, or c.  i grabbed a file named "charles gitnik". 

charles?  my fingers flip open the file.  

a paper is placed at the beginning, it had a giant red stamp reading "deceased."  the stamp caused me to have difficulties reading the first page of the file but there were so many more pages.  it explained every single encountered joey had ever made with charles, his cause of death, and every single business deal they've ever made together.  the last page had a single word on it, "trader."  there's so many things he could be listed as trader for, but that's the least of my priorities.  

i place the file back where i found it and moved onto the cabinet listed 'r-t'.  my fingers move along the slips of folders until i find "rose avery".  

my file. 

i hear another door slam and i close the drawer silently and run out of the room and into the bathroom next to it.

in the bathroom i pull my hair into a ponytail and set the folder on the surface next to the sink.  my fingers rub against the two thick sheets holding together everything joey knows about me.  everything he can use against me, or use to benefit himself.  

anticipation is racing through my veins as i open the 50+ sheet folder filled with nothing but true information about myself.  though, the only relatives he's written down for me was my aunt and mother.  

i flip through tons of pages of things that happened in my childhood.  was joey watching me and taking notes as a child?

it's not till the tenth page, also the last, about my childhood it says "property of john a. birlem" in small font.  then in the next page it says "property of joey a. birlem".  the date between these two pages is about three years.  

i remember at the beginning of all of this joey revealed his parents die, though i don't know how, i now know that joey's dad is named john.  a few google searches might keep me occupied, especially seeing as though tons of questions about joey are building up inside of me.  

joey's life secrets are slowly unraveling before my eyes and i am not complaining.