The cigarette hung loosely from my fingers as I pulled my knees underneath me. From where I was perched on the window sill, I could see the sun creeping over the tops of houses, early morning bird calls ringing out in the otherwise silent air. Orange and reds swam together in the sky, daylight breaking beautifully before my eyes.
A muffled groan behind me tore my gaze away from the morning, and I watched as a dishevelled figure rose from the mess of blankets on the bare floor. His hair was a dirty blonde, varying shades of ash to platinum colouring the unruly mop which sat on the top of his head. Thin faced and dark eyed, my sleeping partner shot me a tired grin as he stretched, ribs protruding with the movement.
“You’re up early,” Jason murmured, reaching across the tired mattress to stroke my bare leg. The coldness of his hands sent goose bumps up my spine, foot jerking in surprise. Smiling serenely, I blew the remained of my cigarette in his face, tossing it out of the open window.
“Need to get home before anyone wakes up,” I told him, slipping down from the grimy window and looking around my room. The floorboards creaked ominously beneath my toes, and it was with a thrill that I remembered that I could make as much noise as I wanted, for I was not in my own house.
Jason made a disbelieving noise, a cross between a disgruntled snort and a choke. He flopped back against the cracked wall the mattress was pressed against, watching as combed the room for my discarded clothes. Flashes of the night before danced behind my eyes, a mix of loud music and rough caresses.
And substandard sex.
“We’re having a house party next weekend,” Jason said, raking his eyes up and down my legs. I shimmied into my jeans, ignoring the way my limbs seemed to ache with every small movement, and began the hunt for my top
“Oh yeah?”
“You coming?”
I tugged my shirt on quickly, checking the time on my phone.
“I’ll check my diary,” I muttered, planting a swift kiss on his unshaven cheek and winking, before disappearing through the door without a second glance. The other residents of the house would easily be asleep until midday, if not later. Knowing Jason, he too would probably fall back asleep once he’d heard the click on the front door going.
The cool autumnal air rushed at my face the second I stepped out into the street, leaves rustling past my ankles as I slipped up a side alley. The path I’d chosen was deserted, my only company the odd cat which strayed across my path.
Glancing at my phone, I broke into a jog; I had about twenty minutes before anyone in my house began to stir, and I fully intended on being back in my bedroom before any of them could realise I was gone.
I turned up our street, moving quickly past the large bay windows which lined the pavement, and away from the prying eyes of nosy neighbours. Neatly trimmed hedges followed me down the road, not a leave out of place, not a twig jutting out. Utterly normal, bland and boring.
Was it any wonder I was trying to inject a bit of adventure into my life?
My home was at the end of the street, dad’s estate car parked on the pavement. The curtains were drawn and there was no movement behind the thick folds of material. However, as I reached the door I realised with a groan that I’d somehow managed to lose my house key. Unwilling to make the trip back to Jason’s, and faced with the very frightening reality of my parents finding out about my night time adventures, I stare blankly at the drainpipe attached to the front of my house.
It couldn’t be that difficult, could it? It was just like an impromptu PE lesson. It was just a shame that I hadn’t attended a PE lesson since I was fifteen.
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He Was A Dog When I Left, I Swear!
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