The Rise of the Grim Reaper: Sylvan Sasha Whitney

Chapter Four: Sealing My Fate

Chapter Four:

Sealing My Fate

SUNLIGHT SHONE THROUGH THE torn curtains of a nearby window, the light burning my sensitive dilated pupils. I blinked myself to awareness, a pounding in my head and an ache between my thighs. An undeniable consequence proving my actions of last night. I licked my dry lips, rubbing at my eyes with my left hand as my wrapped right hand laid still. My leggings were missing, as well as my panties and bra, only my hoodie haphazardly tossed about me. The boy whose face I can barely remember from last night was, unsurprisingly, nowhere to be found.

Looking around the disaster of my living room I blinked slowly, pulling my hoodie on. I can barely remember the latter half of last night, after I had well over two bottles of whiskey with a few bottles of wine. Yet I can see what I did after looking over the wreckage of my home, and the feeling of what other activities I had gotten around to doing. Although I don't remember the act in its entirety, which is a shame considering it was my first time, I do remember a phrase that I had blurted out in a moment of extreme discomfort and annoyance. A blurry image of myself straddling someone flashed through my mind, accompanied by a rather abrasive complaint on my part:

"Damn, you sure do suck at this." Which was, no doubt, followed by a displeased grunt from my partner.

Seems wasted Sylvan lacks manners just as much as sober Sylvan.

With a groan I stood, on wobbly legs which I'll blame on the wound on my right leg, and scoured the room for the clock that usually hung on the wall. Unsurprisingly, it was in a heap of other shattered objects near the entrance of my living room. I hobbled to the kitchen, looking at the stove for the time. It was twenty minutes after noon, and Manni was surely on his way to pay me a visit during his lunch break.

With one more look at the trashed living room I abandoned the mess, there wasn't a way I was going to be able to clean it all up before Manni got here. I'd rather focus on getting myself cleaned up first, feeling sticky was something I rather disliked. Tiptoeing around the room I avoided stepping on anything sharp, heading towards my parents' room and popping a morning after pill that I had found in my mother's nightstand a long time ago before heading to the shower.

Just as I finished towel drying my hair I heard the front door open followed by a strangled cry. Dressed in a random navy blue hoodie, another pair of black leggings and a pair of navy blue fuzzy socks I went down the hall to meet Manni by the front door.

Shock covered his face in a dumbfounded look, his jaw slack and his eyes wide. Light illuminated him where he stood, Manni seemingly having enough of my preference of darkness within my home.

"What the fuck is all this shit? Smells like a frat party in here; sex and booze." He stated, still rather confused as he looked around the disaster zone.

I cocked my head to the side with a small grin, somewhat in the mood to joke after getting everything out of my system last night. "Well I am a party, never been put on the level of a frat party before. Oh dear, seems I've levelled up after last night's bash."

Manni looked down the hallway at me, furrowing his eyebrows as his confused expression stayed in place. "I'm glad to see you're in a joking mood now, however, it doesn't seem that what brought about this joyful mood was all too healthy. Or is this mood just as fake as your smile last night?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, but didn't drop my grin as I walked down towards him. "Well, I wouldn't think most would consider drowning your sorrows in alcohol to be good habits. Coffee?"

"No thank you. Are we not going to talk about this any further?" He asked, following me into the kitchen while stepping over scattered shards left over from last night.