The Clock of Miss Fortune ✔

Chapter - 9

It was 1:00am. The signed said closed and the door was locked. The lights were ON but there was no one on the counter. It looked like an old haunted place with antiques of many natures from many known and unknown places. A gust of wind chimes the bell outside. The same gust pushed water from the rain under the door's tiny space. Street lights peeked through the windows.

The storeroom's door shuddered. Cristal's soft and then loud moans flowed out of the room. "Harder Mike." She'd scream over and over if he took a second's rest. Her shirt rested on the floor, her bra in a corner, her blue jeans and panties tangled differently. Mike's shirt hung from a statue's hand, his black pant on the floor and his underwear was in some far off dark corner.

Mike's every attempt to thrust faster and deeper only resulted in Cristal asking for more. Her moans grew louder. Her hands rested on Mike's back while her back rested on the door, her legs around Mike's waist, her breasts bouncing rapidly and her hair free as she was rocked by Mike against the door. The door shuddered louder.

"Don't leave me like that again." Cristal spoke in between her moans.

"If I get to..." He huffed. "Fuck you like this every night in a storeroom then I will never leave you."

Cristal hit him on his head. "Stop joking around and fuck me harder Mike." She moved her hips faster.

The bell chimed louder. Cristal stopped midway. "Wh-" and she placed her hand on Mike's mouth to keep him quiet.

Cristal got down and peeked through the keyhole. The front door was open. And O'lem walked in drenched. He didn't seem to notice that the lights were on nor he heard them. He slowly walked to the other side and pushed the wooden wall in. It opened to a small space which hid a biometric locker. He put in the code. The light turned green and a small beep sound hissed open the door. He took something out, "My apologies." He murmured. It was a small statue that he held.

"Where is the sacrifice." The many voices spoke.

"It is ready. It is ready." O'lim spoke with his trembling voice. And so he left the shop locking the door outside.

Cristal didn't understand and eventually thought that O'lim was drunk as always. He sighed, looked at Mike while he held himself quiet and then Cristal being on her knees he finished what they started once again letting their love and moans flow inside the shop.

It was still night when Hannah woke up. She looked at the clock. It was 3:00am. She didn't wear clothes. It was still raining which felt cool. She kept looking out the window and let the sound of rain sweep her in. It was that pleasant. She wondered if all of it happening to her was real. Her younger self, Fortune family, the clock and those dreams. She looked down, held her breasts in her hands and sighed. "If only I was younger." But didn't mull over it. She didn't hate her body but those dreams made her want that younger body. "Michael was something today." She smiled.

Hannah sat on the bed. Michael changed sides and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's the rain."

"Why don't you go back to sleep?"

"Yeah." Hannah said. "Let me check on Miley. She wore a robe and went in her room. She was sleeping soundly. Hannah came back and sat down beside Michael. Thunder roared. "Who are you?" She whispered. A shadow appeared along with the thunder and eventually disappeared as well. She looked around. There was no one else. She looked at Michael. "Howard?" She whispered.

"Give me a son, my love." Howard whispered in her ears. She couldn't move. Straining her vision she looked around. She was naked. Howard's hands caressed her cheeks and his lips met hers. He kissed her. And it seemed like she was swallowing something. Not saliva, not water, but something gooey. "Balentine." He whispered again. "This is a new beginning." And he entered her.

Hannah woke up. She was sweating. The cushion and blanket were covered in sweat. Her naked body was as well. She wiped herself with a towel. "Another one of those dreams." She muttered and headed downstairs.

Michael was making breakfast and the clock ticked at 7:00am. The rain had stopped and the smell was just welcoming. The street was already starting to get busy. Cars drove, people walked in and out of houses and shops and coffee shops. Birds wondered and flew around. The sky had almost cleared, streets were slowly drying and people were clearing their yards and front spaces where waste materials had swept in with the water. A pleasant day, indeed.

Hannah wanted to take a hot bath and later wake Miley up for school. She looked at the clock which was working well, which she didn't expect for such an old antique. Hannah looked closely. Did the space between the girls shrunk even more? She brushed her head and thought for a little while. A bead of sweat trailed down her head. She wiped it off. And a small piece of wood which was sticking out between two girls seemed a little bigger as well which was weird. Was the wood getting bad? She wondered. She thought about repairing that piece of wood and polishing it as well.

"Why do you seek your younger body?" A voice whispered. She frowned and sighed in exhaustion. Hannah's mind was filled with mist that led nowhere. A dark, invisible road stretched ahead.