Fresh Sheets by Knight

Author:Knight [KNIGHT]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies, Short Stories, United States, African American, Urban, Teen & Young Adult, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Genre Fiction, Single Authors
Amazon: B00HL096IY
Publisher: Lion Publsihing Limited
Published: 2014-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

Grace:

I still haven’t come down from my climax and still feel euphoric, my music cuts off and the phone beeps to tell me I’ve got a text message. I pick it up, I’ve got a message from Dante, I’ve got five minutes. Shit! I grab his briefs, that are full of my wetness, jump out of the bed and stuff them back into the hamper. The inside of my thighs are as sticky as an oil slick and I have nothing to clean them off with, so I grab my underwear and skirt. I put my skirt on but the panties a ruined. I straighten out the bed the best I can, spin in a circle to make sure everything is where it should be, close the bedroom door hoping the lights turn off, run to my bag for clean panties and lock myself in the bathroom. I clean myself up and flush away the incriminating evidence. I look in the mirror and stare at myself. I have that ‘just been fucked well’ look written all over my face. I brush my hair, clean my teeth, rub so cocoa butter onto my face, slip into new panties, and straighten the wrinkles out of my clothes.

Better.

I check my phone, he should be here soon.

I sit at the dining table, which smells like food, and practice looking like I’ve been doing my homework. I can’t though, not convincingly, I feel uncertain, a little like the morning after the night before. I need sugar to calm myself down, I pour myself a glass of ice cold orange juice, it’s good but not enough. I open the cupboard, ready to eat whatever I find just to give my mouth, hands and mind something else to concentrate other than how Dante will look at me.

Shit.

The cupboard is full of candy and chocolate.

It wasn’t earlier.

Dante has already been here.

I want throw up.

The sound I heard previously during my …um…time of relaxation, was Dante. That son of a … He must have seen me, or maybe heard me. I can explain away things if he just heard me, but if he saw me… I need to sit down. My palms are sweating, heart doing double time, I need to sit my ass down and think.

How do I explain what he saw, ‘sorry I was having a psychotic episode, didn’t dad tell you that sometimes I get possessed and lose my self-controlled and spas out?’ That can’t work, he might tell my dad, maybe blackmail me and get some friends around, my dad can be a scary dude but I would like a punishment for his sins. I want to cry, I’ve been such an idiot. Maybe I should just leave now. I move to pack my stuff; I can make up some shit and leave a message for my dad that I am staying at my friends.

I hear the keys turning the lock for the apartment door, I grab my handbag, I’ve got small calibre gun inside that my dad gave me just in case shit pops off I'm not getting fucking gang raped.

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