Page 11 of Unspoken Confessions
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Nick
I couldn’t sleep.
That wasn’t unusual for me. I often kept odd hours and found myself wandering around the house in the dead of night.
I shuffled down to the first floor. I had a TV in my room but I rarely used it. There was something about sitting on the couch alone at three in the morning that made me feel like my life wasn’t quite as pathetic as I felt it was. I think most of the time I zoned out, some old show playing in the background as I got lost in the things that filled up my head.
Things I’d never be able to get out.
Things that wouldn’t go anywhere because I was currently stuck and didn’t have enough balls to stand up and admit to what I really wanted to do with my life.
How did I get trapped in this cycle?
Well, I knew, but I hated thinking about it.
Maybe that was why I was constantly awake at this fucking horrible hour letting scenes play out over and over again in my mind until they felt perfect.
The flickering lights caught my attention and snapped me out of my daze right as I hit the bottom step. Cautiously, I rounded the corner to the main, spacious living room. The TV was on but there was no sound bouncing around the room. Walking up on the whole scene felt unnerving and eerie.
There was a man sitting on the couch. He was big but that was about all I could see. The room was dark, the only light coming from the TV. And the lights flickered over him subtly, making the whole scene look absolutely creepy and terrifying.
Serious eyes caught my movement and jerked angrily in my direction.
I barely was able to hide my gasp as I focused in on those intense eyes. Light gray, like dulled silver. Sucking me in just like…
Fuck!
Just like they had done that night.
The moment I realized that I knew those eyes I froze in place.
I hadn’t been able to shake them, nor the man that they belonged to. And just like that night, he was looking at me with an intensity that I couldn’t understand.
Was he mad? Turned on? Trying to see into the depths of my soul?
It felt like all of those things and a shiver worked its way down my spine.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, sounding much too shocked to play it cool.
Maybe he wasn’t really here.
Maybe I was really still upstairs in my room.
Maybe I had actually fallen back asleep and was now having some sort of sex dream that would have me snapping awake and sticky at some point soon.
My hand crossed my body and I didn’t hesitate to pinch the skin on the inside of the opposite wrist. No, I felt the pain shoot through me, so this most definitely wasn’t a dream.
So that led me to think that he’d found out who I was.
Okay, forget I wondered that because that one wasn’t that hard to figure out.
But how did he know where I lived?
How did he get past the security and all the way inside my house?
Panic now filled every part of me.
