[: Narrator's P.O.V :]
Lizzie tossed and turned in her sleep, feeling an unknown disturbance.. Little did she know that there were more of them than one.
She sat up abruptly in bed, sweat trickling in beads down her face as she panted heavily. That eerie feeling, the kind that one has after having a nightmare they can't remember, was clinging to her and she felt like she was suffocating under its tight grasp.
She pushed her sweaty locks away from her face and shivered. With all that sweat pouring from her, she felt sticky, dirty.. She needed a shower and she needed one pronto. She tugged off her flare jeans and v-neck, tossing them into the hamper on her way into her bathroom. Adjusting the temperatures, Lizzie got into the shower with a gentle sigh. She lathered her locks with shampoo and rinsed it clean. She sighed again. It felt wonderful..
She soon was out again, hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head and her robe pulled tightly around her. She noticed something when she walked out of the bathroom, near the hamper she'd tossed her clothes in..
Ah-ha! It was a shirt.. A black shirt that belonged to Gordo. He must have left it when he stayed over. Yes, that must be it.
Lizzie picked it up and touched it with her fingertips, gently.. It felt so soft and inviting. She giggled as she had an interesting idea. Pulling off her robe and letting her damp hair down, she tugged it over her head and let it settle over her form. She knew that Gordo was tall and he wore slightly baggy clothing, but this shirt reached her mid-thigh!
She could smell his unmistakable 'Gordo scent' on it as she pulled on some black, string-bikini panties. Suddenly, she almost fell over as she heard a bolt of lightning strike. 'A thunderstorm! No, no, no!! Not now!!' Lizzie thought to herself, biting her lip gentley.
She immediately went to the phone to call Gordo, but when she picked up the receiver, the line was dead. A coat of tears glazed her eyes and she felt the sudden need to cry. Then she realized. Gordo knows she's afraid of thunderstorms and if he realizes the line is dead, he'll come over straight away.
At that mere thought, Lizzie calmed down and breathed out slowly to soothe her nerves. She thought she heard something, but she knew it had to only be the storm..
- -
Gordo sat impatiently near his phone.. Had Lizzie amazingly overcome her fear of thunderstorms? Apparently so.. He hadn't heard his phone ring even once.
What was going on?
- -
Lizzie lay in her bed, quietly observing the ceiling, while trying not to scream or shudder at every bolt of lightning and roll of thunder. She felt so alone.. 'I need Gordo. He's always with me during thunderstorms.' She let random thoughts stroll in and out of her head, for she waited for her dear friend to come and rescue her.
She felt oddly cold for a moment, like something wasn't right. She shifted uncomfortably on top of her bed covers and closed her eyes, hoping the bad feelings would all go away. But they didn't and she'd soon find out why.
The house was full of all sorts of odd, creaky noises, but Lizzie continued to assume that it was the storm and this house was old. She didn't seem to hear her door slowly creak open, for her mind was blinded with a million different thoughts.
Her eyes snapped open as she heard a voice whisper from close-by, "Hello, Lizzie.."
She jumped back as a reflex, looking fearfully towards the trespasser. A figure, all dressed in black, stared back at her with a shadowed face and because of that, Lizzie found it hard to make out any details. Her body began to shiver uncontrollably and she asked in a shaky voice, "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
The unknown person just laughed coldly and she could feel his eyes on her. She shifted, feeling a certain déjà vu, back to when she shifted beneath Gordo's gaze only hours before. A male voice responded, revealing his teen age, "You mean you don't know? I'm your secret admirer, Lizzie. You never met me in the park. It made me feel bad.."
Lizzie leered at the shadowed boy when she noted his tone was teasing. She snapped back venomously, "I had a choice.. And I chose to not see what was beneath 'the mask you donned.'"
The stranger laughed and she noted him rubbing his hands together. "Oooh.. So much fiestier than usual. I like a girl with fire and spirit."
She stood up from her bed, sure to keep on the opposite side and watch his every move. "You never answered me.. Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
The person chuckled and stepped to where she could see him. She nearly fainted on the spot, but she shook her head and whispered, "Ronnie?"
Ronald Jacobs grinned a pearly smile, his piercing eyes gazing into her face without fear. "Yes, it's me, Lizzie."
Lizzie held up her hands meaningfully and her eyes were drenched with sorrow. "Ronnie, just stay away from me. You know we're over. For good.."
He let his grin remain and his eyes scrolled her body as he stepped closer to her. "This is a side of you I've yet to see.."
She became confused and looked down.. When she had lifted her hands, the shirt had went with her movements and drifted higher up her leg to the point where he could see her panties. She blushed furiously and put her arms down, feeling scared that she didn't have anything to shield herself with from his roving eyes.
Suddenly, Ronnie raced around the bed and grabbed Lizzie by the arms, successfully pinning her to the wall. She squirmed beneath him and squealed in anger and fear. His voice echoed in her mind, "Lizzie.. This will be a night that I will never forget."
Lizzie tossed and turned in her sleep, feeling an unknown disturbance.. Little did she know that there were more of them than one.
She sat up abruptly in bed, sweat trickling in beads down her face as she panted heavily. That eerie feeling, the kind that one has after having a nightmare they can't remember, was clinging to her and she felt like she was suffocating under its tight grasp.
She pushed her sweaty locks away from her face and shivered. With all that sweat pouring from her, she felt sticky, dirty.. She needed a shower and she needed one pronto. She tugged off her flare jeans and v-neck, tossing them into the hamper on her way into her bathroom. Adjusting the temperatures, Lizzie got into the shower with a gentle sigh. She lathered her locks with shampoo and rinsed it clean. She sighed again. It felt wonderful..
She soon was out again, hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head and her robe pulled tightly around her. She noticed something when she walked out of the bathroom, near the hamper she'd tossed her clothes in..
Ah-ha! It was a shirt.. A black shirt that belonged to Gordo. He must have left it when he stayed over. Yes, that must be it.
Lizzie picked it up and touched it with her fingertips, gently.. It felt so soft and inviting. She giggled as she had an interesting idea. Pulling off her robe and letting her damp hair down, she tugged it over her head and let it settle over her form. She knew that Gordo was tall and he wore slightly baggy clothing, but this shirt reached her mid-thigh!
She could smell his unmistakable 'Gordo scent' on it as she pulled on some black, string-bikini panties. Suddenly, she almost fell over as she heard a bolt of lightning strike. 'A thunderstorm! No, no, no!! Not now!!' Lizzie thought to herself, biting her lip gentley.
She immediately went to the phone to call Gordo, but when she picked up the receiver, the line was dead. A coat of tears glazed her eyes and she felt the sudden need to cry. Then she realized. Gordo knows she's afraid of thunderstorms and if he realizes the line is dead, he'll come over straight away.
At that mere thought, Lizzie calmed down and breathed out slowly to soothe her nerves. She thought she heard something, but she knew it had to only be the storm..
- -
Gordo sat impatiently near his phone.. Had Lizzie amazingly overcome her fear of thunderstorms? Apparently so.. He hadn't heard his phone ring even once.
What was going on?
- -
Lizzie lay in her bed, quietly observing the ceiling, while trying not to scream or shudder at every bolt of lightning and roll of thunder. She felt so alone.. 'I need Gordo. He's always with me during thunderstorms.' She let random thoughts stroll in and out of her head, for she waited for her dear friend to come and rescue her.
She felt oddly cold for a moment, like something wasn't right. She shifted uncomfortably on top of her bed covers and closed her eyes, hoping the bad feelings would all go away. But they didn't and she'd soon find out why.
The house was full of all sorts of odd, creaky noises, but Lizzie continued to assume that it was the storm and this house was old. She didn't seem to hear her door slowly creak open, for her mind was blinded with a million different thoughts.
Her eyes snapped open as she heard a voice whisper from close-by, "Hello, Lizzie.."
She jumped back as a reflex, looking fearfully towards the trespasser. A figure, all dressed in black, stared back at her with a shadowed face and because of that, Lizzie found it hard to make out any details. Her body began to shiver uncontrollably and she asked in a shaky voice, "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
The unknown person just laughed coldly and she could feel his eyes on her. She shifted, feeling a certain déjà vu, back to when she shifted beneath Gordo's gaze only hours before. A male voice responded, revealing his teen age, "You mean you don't know? I'm your secret admirer, Lizzie. You never met me in the park. It made me feel bad.."
Lizzie leered at the shadowed boy when she noted his tone was teasing. She snapped back venomously, "I had a choice.. And I chose to not see what was beneath 'the mask you donned.'"
The stranger laughed and she noted him rubbing his hands together. "Oooh.. So much fiestier than usual. I like a girl with fire and spirit."
She stood up from her bed, sure to keep on the opposite side and watch his every move. "You never answered me.. Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
The person chuckled and stepped to where she could see him. She nearly fainted on the spot, but she shook her head and whispered, "Ronnie?"
Ronald Jacobs grinned a pearly smile, his piercing eyes gazing into her face without fear. "Yes, it's me, Lizzie."
Lizzie held up her hands meaningfully and her eyes were drenched with sorrow. "Ronnie, just stay away from me. You know we're over. For good.."
He let his grin remain and his eyes scrolled her body as he stepped closer to her. "This is a side of you I've yet to see.."
She became confused and looked down.. When she had lifted her hands, the shirt had went with her movements and drifted higher up her leg to the point where he could see her panties. She blushed furiously and put her arms down, feeling scared that she didn't have anything to shield herself with from his roving eyes.
Suddenly, Ronnie raced around the bed and grabbed Lizzie by the arms, successfully pinning her to the wall. She squirmed beneath him and squealed in anger and fear. His voice echoed in her mind, "Lizzie.. This will be a night that I will never forget."