My Demons

Chapter 12: Not Strong Enough

Chapter 12 – Not Strong Enough

            I was suffocating… Literally suffocating.

            But I couldn’t wake up.

            It was the worst feeling in the world.

            I wanted to scream, but my body was paralyzed in its dream state.

            This nightmare... It’s the worst it’s ever been since I first started having them.

            Finally, my eyes snapped open to the sound of the door slamming into the wall.

            And then a voice began to scream, “You shitty Usagi, wake the hell up!! How dare you write another book like this?!”

            I was so relieved that he had awakened me from my nightmare. At the same time, I was furious that he was yelling at me like that. Where the hell did he get off telling me what I can and can’t do? Especially if it makes me money.

            This is the first time he’s spoken to me in days. Why does it have to be him screaming at me?

            “When the hell did I say ‘I’m going to melt’ or ‘Akihiko-sama, make me dirty all over’?! When did I say that?!”

            I finally pushed myself up and turned to look at Misaki. His anger quickly dissipated when he saw my own irritation. His face suddenly became flustered and he took a step backwards.

            “HAHA! Just kidding!” he said in an attempt to escape.

            Then I noticed that he had my book in his hand. No wonder he was angry. We just had sex for the first time and then my boy’s love novel with him in it came out. In reality, I had the whole book written and finalized before we had sex. Plus it was all completely made up. The Misaki character in my novel was definitely sexier in bed.

            The real life Misaki turned to try to run away. “Sorry for interrupting your sleep!”

            He wasn’t going to get away that easily. I jumped out of bed and ran to him, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie. He gasped in shock as I shoved him onto my bed. He then threw his hands together to plead and defend himself. He screamed about how sorry he was as I hopped on the bed and straddled him. I pinned his hands down over his head with one of my hands while using the other arm to hold myself up and keep weight off the boy.

            “Why do you dislike being written about so much?” I asked as I stared down at him.

            “What are you, a moron?! Of course I don’t like it! Not only did you put me in there without my permission, but you keep having me do weird things – ”

            As he said the last part I switched the weight to my knees and used my free hand to glide under his hoodie. His skin was so warm to my cold fingers. He gasped and held his breath at my touch. After not speaking to him or being able to touch him in a few days, it felt amazing.

            “H-hey! Where do you think you’re touching?!” He tightly squeezed his eyes shut. “Quit it!” It almost looked like he was in pain.

            Suddenly, the doorbell rang just as my hand had reached his chest. I felt Misaki release a sigh.

            “You hear that?! Someone’s here!”

            I leaned down close to his face and his eyes widened in surprise. “Ignore it,” I demanded.

            “B-But…” he began to protest, but I knew how to quiet him down.