nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a
- love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.
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"Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me.
"Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?"
I slowly...
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Asher's POV: I jerked forward, awoken with pain, as something came down hard against my lower stomach.
Fuck, that hurt.
Opening my eyes I quickly scanned my surroundings to see I was on the floor, a few feet away from the front door. My dad was stood above me, then kicked me again in my stomach.
"Okay I'm up, you fucking asshole." I spat at him, as I coughed.
My head was killing me, and, I don't know if this is just from the kick I received, my dick felt like it was on fire.
"Look at the state of you," He began as he walked around me. "I'm sure you could Imagine my surprise when I woke up and found you passed out in a puddle of your own vomit... again." He sneered, sarcastically.
I ignored him and lifted myself off the floor,
"Do you even know where you were last night? What you did?"
I looked at him and saw the smug smile on his face. He knows I don't. I never do.
"Is there something you want from me or can you piss off now?"
I groaned as I stretched out my arms. Sleeping on marble flooring, wasn't the comfiest. I'd rather be laying besides Celeste's sexy- Fuck!
It's her birthday.
Not that I'm bothered about being there... I think- No, I shouldn't be. She would be though. The thought of her overthinking and blaming herself for nothing made my chest ache.
It was a foreign feeling that I hadn't felt in a long time.
It angers me that she keeps on making me feel this way. It's not what I wanted, or expected when getting involved with Celeste, but she's mine now. The damage was done.
A hard slap across my face, brought me out of my thoughts, I clenched my jaw as I looked back at him. "Are you seeing things now too, you fucking psycho, I'm talking to you!"
I rolled my eyes at his overused insult, "I don't wanna hear what you have to say." I shrugged as I turned around and began to walk up the stairs.
"Well you better hope the media doesn't hear about this, or you'll ruin this families good reputation!" He shouted after me and I scoffed.
I had more things to worry about than this families 'reputation'.
Walking into my room, I began to strip off then walk into the bathroom.
Fully naked, I inspected my dick to see where the pain was coming from.
From first glance everything looked normal, then I saw a little glint in the mirror and looked closer. Just below the head, on the underside of my cock, two little silver balls poked out.
What the fuck... I got my dick pierced. Of all the stupid shit I've done, this was probably top of the list. I need to stop drinking.
