He sneered at me, his brown eyes full of hate after I let him know about my standing in the school. He was the star football player that always tries to tell me he’s cooler than me; I had to laugh at that. Everybody knew me here and any other schools in this town; girls want me and guys want to be me. There's no way in hell a football player could outstand the hottest guy in the school. No sorry let me rephrase that…I meant to say world.
“Oh and your girlfriend Rachel agrees with me. She told me all night long how great I was.” I started to make motions of how she was acting the night before. His eyes almost went red with anger as he swung his fist at me. It caught my jaw but barely hurt; I’ve dealt with my share of jealous guys and knew how to cope with pain. I chuckled. “You hit like a girl Nick.”
“I’ve had enough of you Darius, everybody has. You better watch your back.” He growled and walked away, everyone who was crowding around us in the hallway scattered like rats not wanting to deal with me. You really think that’ll scare me? I walked away with a smile on my face to class.
Before I came home I bought a bag of pot from my dealer, I was out and needed some to cope with my mother. After my dad died when I was 14 he put me in charge, by that age I was already like him. I had many girlfriends, got into more than enough fights and lost my virginity. I almost never was a virgin, by the time puberty hit I was off. I treated my mom the same way he did, she was a whiny bitch who deserved nothing but disrespect so I gave her just that.
I walked in the door and threw my bag on the floor heading to the kitchen. My mother was in front of the sink filling a big silver pot full of water.
“Hi sweetie have a good day at school?” she always asked me things like that, she tried to act like a real mother but she wasn’t. She was my food, money and shelter. Nothing else.
“Fuck off.” I said while grabbing a bag of chips from the cupboard. She frowned but stayed quiet because she knew what was good for her. I walked down the hallways to my room and shut my door grabbing the bag of weed from my pocket.
~Dream
I sat on the hard cobble stone floor in a cell surrounded by iron bars. The air smelled of wet stone and a putrid metal scent close to the stench of blood. I looked around but could not see beyond the thick black bars. The setting seemed like it should be cold but it was far from it, I was sweating at the mugginess of the air. Looking down at myself I saw I wore a raggedy grey t-shirt that looked like it was white at some point and dark grey sweatpants with a few holes in the knees from wear.
I’ve been here before, many times actually. My mind keeps on replaying this dream over and over again for no apparent reason. The first few times frightened me but now it seemed normal. It was just a dream after all, nothing could hurt me. Nothing was real.
I heard a growl come from behind the bars but it did not faze me, it happened every time. The door straight ahead swung open and a dark figure stood in the shadows; red eyes peeked through them staring at me fiercely. No matter how many times this has happened the eyes always seemed to bore into me, like they were looking into my soul rather than at me.
“You’re mine…” it growled.
~Present
I shot up from my bed breathing hard and sweating. That…thing never said anything to me before why now? I calmed myself down somewhat unsuccessfully. It was only a dream so what's the big deal?
I looked at my clock; it was just after 11 pm. I brushed my hand through my sandy brown hair and pulled it down my face before getting up and getting dressed; I know exactly what I need. Grabbing my keys I walked out of the house and headed to Rachel’s place. She wouldn’t be able to resist me so I knew I’d get what I wanted.
I tapped on the door to her room the in basement a few times before I saw a dark figure move around inside. The door unlocked and opened slowly. Her brown hair was messy and she wore a long shirt like a nightgown. At first glance you would think she was nice and down to earth but she’s not. She a slut, and a hell of a good one at that.
“Darius what are you doing here?” she asked sleepily yawning.
“I wanted to see you again Rachel.” I smiled my signature charming smile at her; she slowly smiled back before letting me in.
“You seem stressed, want me to make you relax?” she purred in a sexy voice and started to massage my shoulders. I rolled them a few times then turned around to face her. She smirked, “I’ll take that as a yes.” and wrapped her arms around my neck forcing me into a heated kiss. This is exactly what I wanted, not only do I get to pleasure myself I get to rub it in Nick’s face again.
I stuck my tongue in her mouth making her moan and push me onto the bed; she traced her hands down my chest directly to my pants just the way I liked it. I didn’t like to be teased, I’d rather get it done right away and skip the foreplay as much as possible. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down with my boxers so I could be revealed. I was starting to get hard but wasn’t completely raised. She started to stroke me, her lips still on mine. The contact made me stiffen almost completely and I moaned slightly. I’ve done this so many times in my life so it was pretty much routine; I didn’t do it for the small amount of pleasure I get, I do it as more of a stress reliever. I flipped her on to the bed and got on top of her raising her shirt all the way off; she smiled and wrapped her long legs around my waist.
I didn’t care if she was ready or not, I was and that’s all that matters. I pressed inside her and pumped in and out harshly. She was so used to this by now she didn’t cry out instead she started moaning like the whore she was. I moaned thought it wasn’t as pleasurable as my first time, it was more like masturbating. I pumped in and out fast making her call out rhythmically with my pounds.
“Harder Darius…” she moaned loudly. “Harder!” I did as I was told once.
“Yes harder Darius.” I heard the door swing open behind me and I turned to see Nick standing in the moonlight.
“Nick!” Rachel gasped and scuttled back to the headboard. I turned around and smiled, my night just got better. Now I get to see him cry.
“I knew you’d crawl back to her. You’re so predictable.” He growled. “I told you to watch your back.” He stepped closer to me and two other guys walked in, they looked like the two biggest quarterbacks on Nick’s team. So he wants to fight hey? “But you obviously failed at that.” He stepped closer and pulled out a knife from his pocket. I shivered slightly as it gleamed off the blue moonlight but composed myself.
“You’re going to kill me for fucking your slut? That’s low, even for a jock like yourself.” I grinned not backing away from him.
“You need to learn to shut your mouth Darius.” He brought the knife up to my chin.
“Nick no!” Rachel cried out but he ignored her keeping his eyes on mine. I quickly raised my fist and smashed it against his face making him twirl around and drop the knife. If I wasn’t so cocky I would’ve ran but I didn’t. I snickered at him; he was on his knees cupping his jaw. The two other guys rushed me and grabbed my arms making it impossible to detach from their hold. Nick got back up with the knife in hand and placed it at my gut I tried to kick him but the two guys stopped me from doing so.
“Go ahead! Kill me! See how long you last.” I threatened. There's no way in hell anyone would let me just dies like this. Nick would be dead by the morning once people find out he wouldn’t get a chance to even go to court. He punched my stomach making me lurch forward.
“People will be celebrating your death.” He growled by my ear before he stabbed my gut. Black dots filled my sight as I heaved and fell to the ground from the pain. It filled my entire body that was starting to get cold.
“See you in hell.” I coughed up before my vision was completely blackened.
The darkness swirled into that same cell from my dreams moments later. The air smelled much thicker with the typical scent and it seemed much hotter. I looked around then to myself; I was wearing the same clothes I was wearing to go to Rachel’s. Everything seemed much more pronounced, the darkness seemed somewhat lighter like there actually was something beyond the iron bars, the stone seemed harder and the sound of the door opening like it usually did made me jump. This felt oddly real not like the other dreams. I looked into the darkness through the opening and saw the red eyes but they seemed different. They were looking at me not inside and I could tell they were getting closer. This is just a dream so nothing will happen, I told myself as I stared at the figure moving towards me.
I blinked and then there was a man standing a few feet away. He had almost white hair but he was not old. He looked around 22 maybe a few years older. His skin was whiter than white but not pasty and his eyes were bright red. He wore a white blouse and black dress pants and shoes. He was gorgeous, he was perfect. He grinned showing all of his pointy teeth and I shivered.
“Ah Darius, you are finally here.” He smiled again and stepped closer.
“Here?” I asked looking at him in slight shock and complete lust.
“Welcome to hell.”