The Phlegm of it All
That night, I didn't even hear him come in the room, but I knew he was there, behind me, eyes boring through my head.
Do you want to fuck me?
I look at him in bewilderment and suprise. At least what suprise you can muster considering the spontanious kind of person he was.
You sure act like you do, Tyler grinned mockingly, his dominant eyes glinting. This morning you looked at me like you wanted to stick your tongue down my throat. He snorted.
I half- laughed derisively and looked down, breaking eye contact. I hated how he read my thoughts.
But you do, don't you? He continues, You're desperate to play wifey to me like you did this morning. I look up aggitated.
No, I snarl. He chuckled casually and swung himself limberly ontop of the table infront of me, his legs dangling either side of me, sitting on the kitchen chair.
Admit it, Jack, you want me. Tyler lowers his voice, having fun tormenting me.
No, Jesus, no... I retort defensively.
He laughed. You want me, you depend on me. And now... you're desperate to have me.
Now was my turn to laugh. A kind of sickened, exposed laugh. Desperate... and uncomfortable.
He took hold of my head, bringing it up to face him. My blank, hollow eyes met his. His breath, dusting my skin harshly with his scent.
Oh God... I could feel a surge of blood rush around my body.
Maybe I didn't want this. Maybe it was too much. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. Right then, I couldn't fight it, my head drawn closer to his, closer than I really wanted. His stubbled lips practically touching mine.
I had to get out.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I woke up in a cold sweat. In the pitch black. Only the green glow from under my bedroom door setting an eerie light on the floorboards. What the hell had happened?
Had I passed out? I hoped not. God knows what liberties Tyler had taken with me when I had been unconcious...
His words echoed in my mind.... I wanted him? Fuck yes I wanted him. I wanted him like hell and needed him more than anything. I crept out from under the limp sheet draped over the delapedated mattress, just in my shorts and vest. Shutting the door behind me, I walked through the open doorway to Tyler's room.
There he was with the sheet covering the lower half of his body. I was thankful Marla wasn't there, conked out on the bed next to him, I didn't want to have to turf the bitch out on her ears. Actually, I was kinda hoping he'd be awake, not sure why, but waking him up like that would be really, well, shitty.
I turned to walk downstairs and get a drink or whatever I thought I needed to keep me awake for as long as it took for the morning to come, because I sure as hell wasn't gonna get back to sleep now, a relapse of Insomnia had kicked in. Then I heard his voice.
Couldn't sleep? Tyler quipped, half-drowsy. I turned back around, no doubt just a shadow in the doorway. Expecting to climb into bed with me?
I half-choked on the phlegm at the back of my throat.
I..... woke up and was... I composed myself. Did I pass out? I say.
He said, kicking the rubber gloves on the floor by his bed aside, ambling towards me and the light of the corridor.
;Maybe yes or maybe no? I'm worrying now.
Maybe you passed out and I had to undress you and tuck you into bed.
I am Jack's violated sense of privacy. My shock must have been evident.
He continued, Fortunately for you, all I did was dump you on your bed, you must have stripped off yourself.
Thank God. The last thing I needed was him chuckling at my half- naked, unconcious body.
We were on eye level now, and he looks in my eyes for a moment before walking past, snickerng to himself, and down the stairs. Instead of calling out after him, I instead follow. Down into the kitchen.