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Chapter 2: Midnight snack

I reached out to set the phone blindly in the cradle. It knocked around for a while before clicking into place. I let out a heavy sigh and smiled up at the ceiling fan. My heart was still pounding in my ears. I couldn't believe what just happened! I lay motionless, replaying the sound of her moans in my head. God she was sexy. Ten minutes passed before I looked to the phone again. It flashed an ungodly hour at me. An hour when I should be fast asleep.

A sudden grimace crossed my face. The sheet was stuck to me below the waist, and I lifted it up to assess the damage.

"Aw, man," I spoke aloud. The mattress squeaked under my weight as I stood up. Not too long before it would need to be replaced. That old bed had lasted me since I was eight years old. Now my legs hung over the end and I had to curl into the fetal position just to get my entire body to fit. My legs were shaky and unstable as I walked to the shower – which was calling my name. I responded gladly. Cold showers always made me feel better. Not that it affected me because of the temperature, but the hard water felt nice against my back.

I didn't bother to dry off and ran the towel over my shaggy hair instead. I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and jerked the sheets off the bed. They would need to be replaced too.

Damn.

I trudged to the laundry room, shuffling my feet, and tossed the sheets in with an unmeasured – and probably way more than needed – scoop of detergent. A grumble resounded from below. I clutched my stomach while I made my way to the kitchen. I didn't realize I was starving – and unusually warm – as I wiped the back of my hand over my forehead, surprised to find it damp with sweat. I couldn't get that moaning out of my mind. I grabbed the remote from the dining table and turned on the CD player that sat on top of the fridge. A low guitar riff started up and I bobbed my head to the beat.

"Perfect." A gallon of untouched vanilla ice-cream was hidden in the back of the freezer. Billy was always trying to hide food from me, but my sharp senses – coupled with Billy's lack of creativity – gave away the hiding places in no time. One. Two. Three.

…Four, heaping scoops ought to do it.

I fumbled around for a bowl in the cabinet.

"Great." Every freaking dish was in the sink. I reached into the silverware drawer. "No spoons…of course." I looked at the gallon and down at my hand, considering briefly to just scoop it out with my fingers.

Billy wouldn't like that.

"'Cause I want it nooow! I want it nooooow! Give me your heart and your sooooul! I'm not breaking doown! I'm breaking oout! Last chance to lose controoool!" I sang along to the music – probably off-key, but I didn't care enough to adjust my tone.

A wooden spoon was mashed in with an array of whisks and ladles in a canister on the counter beside the microwave. I snatched it up and took a gigantic scoop right out of the bucket, then shoveled it in my mouth. The frozen cream melted in an instant. I leaned against the counter and hummed in satisfaction as it slid down my parched throat.

"And want you noooow! I want you nooooow! I'll feel my heart implooode! And I'm breaking out! Escaping now! Feeling my faith erooooode!"

But the word "erode" came out as "ewode". I chuckled and reached for the phone that wasn't in my back pocket – which also wasn't there.

"Ahh, damn!" I cursed with a mouthful of ice-cream. I completely forgot! I stalked to my room in a few longs strides and went back to lean on the counter, cell phone in hand. I flipped it open and dialed the number that was floating around in my head – not bothering to search through the contact list. I tucked the phone next to my ear and held it with my shoulder – another shovel making its way to past my dry lips. One ring. Two rings. It sounded like it was echoing. I ignored it and took another bite.

The echo got louder.

I shoveled the dessert in huge mounds down my throat. The echo was really noticeable then. Coming from…the living room? I reached up from where I stood to smack the buttons on the CD player, effectively silencing it, and then sniffed the air, which now had a delectable scent wafting in from the draft beneath the front door.

I looked up.