Page 148 of Ominous: Part 1
I snatch up my phone from my nightstand and lie on my back.
Eli has sent me a few texts, asking about my day.
I want to text him back, but I kind of enjoy his suffering a little.Let him wait.
I open up my web browser, and with the volume on mute, I slide my fingers under my pajama shorts and even as my wrist stings, I get myself off watching porn that looks like it would hurt, imagining Eli inside my head.
Afterward, just as I’ve turned my phone on silent, rolled over to go to sleep near three in the morning, I hear something inside the house.
I suck in a breath, burying further under my covers as I strain my ears, trying to hear beyond my own thudding heartbeat.
It sounds like… moaning.
The A/C is running, and I’ve never heard Mom and Reece…doing anythinginside this house. I know it can’t be them, and Seb never brings girls over. I don’t even know if he likes girls anymore. I don’t know if he likesanyone.
But as I hold my breath, eyes closed, I hear it again.
A whimper, a moan, and I can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or pain.
It could be Sebastian watching porn, I guess, but I think he, like me, would turn down the volume or else use headphones. You know, common courtesy.
After a second of being a chicken, I bat down the covers and sit up slowly, turning my head toward the door.
Then athudhits a wall, and I jump, clamping my hand over my mouth.
What the fuck?
I grab my phone from my nightstand and yank it off the charger, diving down under my covers as I open up a text to Sebastian, ignoring all of Eli’s.
Me: Are you okay?
The moans keep going, getting louder, and I squeeze my eyes tight shut, wanting to go out into the hall to check on my brother but being too much of a coward to actually do it.
A cold sweat breaks out over the back of my neck.
I take shallow breaths, in and out, in and out, my chest heaving. I’m going to have to take my fucking medicine, and there better not be someone breaking into this trailer right now or I’m going to be pissed off. There’s nothing here to even steal.
But the noise gets louder, and it doesn’t sound like a robbery.
There’s a crescendo of moans, then anotherthud,then… silence.
I open my eyes and stare at my text with Sebastian. He isn’t typing. Nothing is coming through.
I clench my fingers tighter around my phone.
My screen goes dim until it suddenly flares to life again.
Sebastian is typing.Maybe he heard it too.
But when his text comes in, all it says is,Yeah, why?
I immediately text him back, ignoring the ache in my wrist, adrenaline spiking over the pain.
Me: Did you hear that noise?
His reply comes a second later.Him: What noise?
And all I can think about is Shoreside, and forgetting everything, and an adrenaline high with a knife to my skin.
