Chapter 9: Finding Out

What is wrong with Cody? I just don't get it.

Ah, forget it, I'll find out later. A shower would be good to clear my head.

The one time, looking in the mirror was not a generous thing. Scratches? From what?

That girl couldn't have done it, I tried her arms behind her back, when she told me she like it rough. What the...

A bite mark. On my chest, over my left nipple. My weak point.

Damn, I can't touch it without it hurting. Lustily hurting me.

Who found my weak point, I never told anyone. Well, expect Cody, but we were kids. He didn't know and let it go as a slip when we were small enough to share the same bathtub.

But the scratches? Cody would always grabbed to hard when we're little, back when the nightmares were the worst of his childhood. He cry saying a demon was coming to get him, and I try to wake him, only to have him scream in my face.

"Monster!" And run to mom in a wet mess.

I know when I had that boner, I blacked out. Thinking I was asleep...

I was asleep, right?

"Oh, fuck me..."