Page 104 of Satan's Spawn
“But…I’ll never do it. I’ll fight the urge even if it kills me, because what you’ll do to me after would be even worse than death.”
“And what, to you, can be worse than death?”
That’s easy.
“Love.”
My eyes spring open and I gasp, as if breaking through the surface of water. Jolting up out of my bed I look around the dark room, shivering from the cool air whirling through the open window.
Hendrix forever complains she’s hot at night, and I suffer because of it.
My chest is still heaving when I reach frantically for my neck, as if making sure it’s still there, and am surprised to find the skin tender to touch.
What the hell?I ask myself, before jumping out of bed and tiptoeing over to the window, closing it with a low thud.
Sorry Hen.
Feeling like I just walked out of an alternative dimension of fucked up proportions, it’s impossible to ignore the othersensationoverwhelming another area of my body, specifically between my thighs.
When I run a finger along my boy shorts, I’m not shocked to find them damp and warm, putting a nail in my psychological coffin.
I’ve been dreaming about Crayton since I first laid eyes on him in the bathroom, but this one felt too real for comfort.
So much I can feel his presence in every dark corner of this room. Like I just missed his physical form but his spirit is lingering.
That must be my crazy talking, obviously I would know if a whole entire person is watching me sleep.
Or at least Hendrix would.
I look over at my friend, sound asleep on top of her drawing pads and stencils, and when I glance back at my bed, I realize it’s not much different.
Mine is filled with Crayton’s notes, laptop, and books, which he did the honors of sending Riggs to drop off.
In a fit of annoyance, I toss all his finished work on the floor, sans the laptop which is placed on the desk next to mine.
It felt like I spent more time explaining myself to Hendrix and Archer than it took to complete Crayton’s assignments, but I stood my ground, and decided to keep my enemy and his school work close.
I will figure a way out of this, I know it.
Dragging my feet toward the small vanity, I switch the light on dim to examine myself.
What I see before me has a sharp breath expanding my lungs.
There’s a patch of redness spreading around my throat. As if somebody scratched or squeezed way too hard.
I blink rapidly as I stare at the marking through the mirror, feeling shocked and alert at the same time as I think to myself who the hell would’ve done this.
20
CRAYTON
Rebecca kept it cool this morning when she met me by the bathrooms. She was dressed in uniform and right on time for her medication, I expected nothing less.
Other than her usual scoffs and dirty looks thrown my way, she was uncharacteristically quiet as she handed over my work and I gave over a single pill.
Even as she stormed off into the hall, not a curse or middle finger to be found.
Shame.
