I walked out of my work building, sighing to myself silently. *I hate work..* I was met with yet another note on my cars windshield, titled "I love you". Same thing every fucking day the "I love you" shit is getting old. The weird thing is I don't know who it comes from. It could be anyone? Any girl, I hope girls like me. Maybe it's Ari from my work, I mean she gets out earlier than me anyways- and she's always staring at me. *fuck me..* I muttered to myself as I unlocked my car and sat in the drivers seat, putting my key in with a bit more force than usual.
Fuck my heads killing me.
Driving in silence always killed me because I loved my trashy music, it always helped me relax after a rough day of work, but today is a whole other fucking situation. I feel uneasy, like I'm about to pass out if I moved my head the wrong way. I've had headaches but none this bad? Did I eat something? Damnit... Getting out of my warmed seat was especially hard today because of the blizzard and my pounding head. At least I can have a warm bath after this. I grunted as I got out my car and slammed the door, walking up to the front porch, putting my key into the door- *the hell-?* the door just pushed right open. I swear I locked it..? Whatever it's probably my bitch ass sister coming in to use my bathroom again. She refuses to pay plumbing but also refuses to live with me when I ask. Such a stubborn bitch, but I love her. I pushed the door in and entered my house, making sure to close and lock it as I went further in. *kyraaa!* I called out hesitantly, knowing that the own sound of my voice would make the throbbing in my head grow worse. I buried my face in what seemed like a cloud, my couch. Yawning and stretching before closing my eyes to try and subside the pain.
*Dad?*
I leaned into a familiar touch, my favorite- the one I always felt in my dreams, I miss him. I miss my father. My eyes opened and blurred, I couldn't see anything around me. But I still felt the hand. Why hasn't it gone? My dream is over? Am I still dreaming? *mnggh* I grumbled and swatted the hand away, I could hear someone grunt, and footsteps running away. Whatever, probably my sister-
I closed my eyes with a peaceful smile and dug my head back into the couch. Wait.
I opened my eyes in a rush.
My sister doesn't sound like that? Hell she doesn't sound like that at all.
That was a man. A man. I don't know any men except for Karl at my work place.
My eyes widened in a rush, is that why my door was unlocked? Where's my sister, is she safe? Fuck me.
I ran out the living room, stumbling Into the kitchen to check the date, February 1st. So it's really not a dream? Am I high again? Yea I'm just high. I let out a deep exhale and leaned my palms onto the counter, the cold marble a deep contrast to my steaming hot skin. I leaned over the counter panting, why do I feel so hot? My headaches gone. Why do I feel this way? My cock stiffened under my loose jeans. *F-fuck..* I hurried frantically to my bathroom, closing and locking the door, even if I live alone, I hate people seeing me naked.
I immediately striped my shirt, struggling at the buttons. Pulling down my pants. Turning the shower nob and getting in, my hand on the tile as I looked down at my erect cock under my soaked boxers. My wet socks sticking to tile below my feet. *I'm a mess* I sighed. A muffled voice above me says *I know darling*
What the fuck?
My head shot up, nothing. Just my ugly ass popcorn ceiling and ceiling light. The light blaring into my eyes, making me wish I had my glasses on. I pulled down my boxers and fisted my hardened length, my tip already leaking with precum. My hand moved up and down in a rage, what the fuck was making me feel like this? Whatever it was, I'm not complaining, I'm desperate for any sort of touch at this point even if it my *mmghh*.. my own. *shit..*. I didn't even last longer than 1 fucking minute. There's something wrong with me for sure, but now I have something to do! Clean my children off my shower wall. Great.
>time skip<
I was laying in bed scrolling on my phone, tictok got bland ago I switched to instagram reels only to see some lady getting fucking obliterated by some other woman with a strap on. *Atleast they are happy-* I set my phone face down next to me. Pulling the covers up and turning off the lamp on my nightstand, the room darkened the only source of light being the moonlight barely peaking through all the snow and blinds on my window. I nuzzled my head into the pillow and sighed contently, leg draping over the blanket. The only sound my overhead fan and my steady breathing. My eyes fell, my back relaxed from its arch and I was about to fall asleep.
Footsteps?
I shut my eyes forcefully, hoping I was just imagining it. My fist clenching and knuckles turning whit, fingernails digging into my palm.
So it's real.
My nails dug further into my palm, one particularly sharp nail that I never cut drawing blood from my palm. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, is it my sister? I don't know.
They stopped?
They stopped right infront of me.
I hesitantly opened my eyes, to see a figure, a man, a man with a long snake tattoo running down his right arm. Soon after opening my eyes I heard a gasp, deep one at that. Then a sharp pain at my jaw.
