**WARNING** As this story progresses, it will address topics some readers may view as offensive, or disturbing. This story is not for the weak of heart, or those who are coaxed away from disturbing plots. It is rated M, for mature, for a reason.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Prologue
"Then... BOOP!" A voice echoed out of the walls and spread across the yard softly. Dimly illuminated windows dotted the house, allowing only the slightest intrusion of privacy.
I rocked on my heels; my body ached. My knees were stagnant and sore, my blood pooled in my feet. The sun was well above the glimmering Los Angeles rooftops when I arrived, now the sky was dusty red and the air was settling. Yet, I could not leave, I was tethered to this place. I was tethered to him. He was absolutely captivating, his vibrant green eyes, his photogenic smile, his comedic voice, his built frame. All of it dripped perfection, even in candid moments.
Yet, there were two sides to this paragon. On camera, his form was lively and erratic, odd even. His voice had many masks, and his laugh was light and airy. His language was welcoming, lacking any and all vulgarity. He was sponsoring for so many things, and boy did he sell it. Most of the time, the "Audience" was too dim to even catch on to his ingenius ads. Perhaps that was his best quality- his cunning.
Then calmness flowed into the atmosphere, adjoining the silence. I adjusted my body and craned to see him through the curtained windows. His eyes looked much more lifeless and apathetic, and he sighed in resignation. He slid his Tobuscus shirt off in a smooth motion, leaving his chest bare and unbuckled his belt before walking out of my line of sight.
My heartbeat sped up, and my palms sweat.
Jordan, go home. Enough is enough, it's over for today.
My mind was pleading useless bribes; my body rose like a ghost and I rounded the corner, following the windows being lit up as he entered the various rooms.
Window one. Maybe to grab a towel? The light died quickly. Window two, and I heard rushing air. The machines buzzed to life outside, and I heard the faint sound of rushing water.
He was taking a shower.
Then the thought that almost ignited the wiring of my brain became clear,
He's alone.
My legs glided me across the pavement siding his home, and I neared the front. My heart screamed in my chest and my blood charred my veins. Yet, I pressed on. I drifted up the porch, water poured into my ears. He was so close I could almost feel him.
Then a noise pentrated through the current in my ears. Something to alert my presence.
Gryphon barking.
I heard the jingle of his collar as he ran to the door, alerting those within the house, "Someone is here." I sprinted though the yard, hopped the bushes and made into my car three blocks down, without looking back.
Keep composure. Too close for comfort.
I started the engine.