Haunted by Tredick Foster & Eric Weston

Author:Tredick Foster & Eric Weston [Foster, Tredick & Weston, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

My head hurt. My muscles ache. My stomach is swelled. I couldn’t sleep like I needed. I must’ve rolled around in the bathtub every half hour last night. The blankets were a mess all around me. I’d been lying on my right side for a while. I could feel the cold fiberglass on my elbow. All I’m wearing is a pair of boxers and that’s it.

The bathroom light was off, but the door was cracked. The sun leaked in, like it were a bright and cheerful mother peeking in on her… well, her hungover, adult son after a night of drinking. I covered my face with a blanket on top of me and sighed heavily, trying to go back to sleep for the billionth time.

I dreamt of Lilith. I dreamt I fucked her, lying down in the back seat of the car. I dreamt we fought and argued. About what, I’ll never remember. Even under the covers, I could smell her saliva on my neck.

I tried not to think of it, but it kept me from falling back asleep. I groaned again, trying to close my eyes and sleep again. I was met with a lump in my throat that had a different idea. I quickly sat up, reached over to the toilet to flip the lid up. I grabbed the side of the tub and stuck my head in the bowl, throwing up.

I slapped the cold porcelain tank a few times before finding the handle and flushing. I sit back in the tub, looking up at the shower head. Sweat and tears roll down my face as I catch my breath. My sense of time fades in and out as my mind goes blank.

I can’t fall asleep like this; head leaning against the wall with my pillow at my lower back. All I can do is focus on breathing. My eyes half open, the shaded room seems much darker. The feeling of regret grows in my stomach. I shouldn’t have done what I did last night. I shouldn’t have drank like that. I shouldn’t have done what I did to cause me to drink like I did.

All I want in life at this very moment is to stay just like this. I want to stay in the bathtub, frozen in space by my own fears of fucking the world up even more. However, the phone pierces the still air with ringing. More goddamn ringing. I close my eyes, narrowing my brow as I whine to myself “Just let die, goddamnit…”

My body completely ignores my mind, begging for us to ignore the fucking thing. Instead, I climb out and stumble towards the door to fling it open. The sunlight blinds me. With quick and desperate flails of my hands, I stammer forward and grab my phone off my desk. The charger pops out and pulls back towards the wall.

“Yeah.” I answer, trying to sound as neutral as possible. “You awake?” The voice on the other end asks. It’s Wyatt. I wipe the tears off my face and keep up the charade.

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