[un]Expected


Lying on the couch, reading a book, I sigh. The evening has become drastically boring. The day began seemingly interesting; I got up, took a cold shower and got a text message from him, saying that he’d see me later. 20:30, it’s dark and he still hasn’t called me or anything.

About ready to go to bed, when I hear a knock at the door. I get up form my couch and go to the door, only to find that no one’s there.

I shake my head, assuming that I’m either hearing things, being too hopeful, or both. I sit back down on my couch, put my book down, and turn on the television.

Ten minutes later, I’m hearing sounds coming from my bedroom. I stand up, and go to my room. I turn the light on, only to see nothing. I shake my head, mumble ‘paranoia’ and turn to walk out.

As I’m walking out, my lights turn out and somebody grabs my hand. They pull me back into my room and slam the door. They push me up against the back of the door and kiss me, fully, running their fingers through my mess of curls. By now, I know it’s a man, but I’m truly too shocked to react.

He begins to run his hands up and down my body, trying to slide his tongue into my mouth and I try to push him away. He presses my hands into the door firmly and presses our bodies together like little girls slam their bodies together.

I struggle, fear creeping at the nape of my neck while he begins to kiss my throat lightly grazing his teeth against my jugular.