Accidental Awakening by Damien Benoit-Ledoux

Author:Damien Benoit-Ledoux [Benoit-Ledoux, Damien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781980949367
Publisher: Purple Spekter™ Press
Published: 2018-03-03T05:00:00+00:00

10 | Life and Death

Quinn

QUINN ROLLED ONTO HIS BACK, a familiar urge beckoning him from deep within. He slid his hand across his stomach and under the waistband of his boxer shorts. He pushed the covers aside with his other hand.

Oh, Keegan.

Moments later his breath quickened and his chest heaved. Quinn inhaled sharply as euphoria spread through his body. Then, he felt power surge behind his eyes and assumed they were glowing blue.

On his desk, the glass of his banker’s lamp cracked with a sharp sound. A picture frame jumped off the wall and fell to the floor, cracking the glass. Several DVDs jumped off his bookshelf and clattered to the floor and the idle ceiling fan above him wiggled in place. He peeled open an eye in horror and saw several books slide off his shelf and drop to the floor with several thuds. Then his dresser shook in place, knocking over all the picture frames and random stuff he had set on top of it. His desk chair rolled several inches to the right of where it had rested all night.

What the hell? Did we have an earthquake? Or was that me?

The unusually loud thudding of footsteps climbing the stairs alerted him to his one of his dad’s immanent presence.

Eek! He can’t see me like this. And why do those footsteps seem so loud to me?

He raised his butt and pulled his boxers up a little higher to cover his fading arousal and most of the mess. Then, he covered himself with the blankets, holding his hand over his abdomen.

My eyes! Stop glowing. Calm thoughts, calm thoughts!

The footsteps approached his door and stopped. His eyes jumped up from the threshold to the knocking sound at the center of the door. Somehow, he knew exactly where his dad’s knuckles rapped on the wooden door. He winced at the loudness of the knocking.

“Quinn? Are you all right?” Dad asked.

Quinn opened his mouth and covered his ears. His dad may as well have been shouting in his ears. “Yeah, I’m okay, Dad, I just, uh, dropped some books.”

“Do you need help?” Why is he so damn loud? This hurts!

“No, nope, I’m good. I can pick up my books.”

“You’re sure?”

“I just, uh, I need a minute, dad.” Quinn shook his head, trying to focus on balancing out the sound. He turned his head at a clicking sound. In the corner of the room above the door near the ceiling, he saw—with incredible clarity—a small spider weaving a web. What the heck?

“Okay. Um, by the way, you’re supposed to be at work in thirty-minutes.”

“Oh crap!” Quinn exclaimed, wincing again at the loudness of his voice.

He threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. He paused, no longer feeling the power behind his eyes. Thank goodness.

He grabbed his towel from behind the door then pulled open the door, doing the best he could to hide the evidence. He nearly ran into Dad, who caught him by the shoulders.

“Hey,” Dad practically shouted, looking at Quinn’s pained face.

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