Page 39 of Forged in Dusk
The blood, it smells so fucking pungent my stomach turns. I don’t know why I’m feeling so damn nauseous, but at the same time, I feel strong.
The morgue takes the body, and the officers clean up the scene. I run to the side of the street, hurling my lunch.
God!
This is awful.
I had lunch with Kon Kon, it was so good, and now it’s on the street.
I pull out a wipe from my purse, cleaning my lips. I then take out my water bottle to rinse my mouth.
This is so gross.
I need to take a shower when I get back before Kon Kon picks me up.
I walk to my car, throwing my purse onto the passenger seat. I drive home; it’s taking longer because of the traffic. Finally, I make it back, and the girls are gone.
I take the note from the refrigerator.
Coldette, we went to a party. Call us if you need us.
Yeah, they’ve been leaving without me because they know that I will be with Kon Kon.
I walk to my room to grab my big white fluffy robe with red hearts. I take a quick shower, feeling much better. I walk back to my room, and I get dressed in some black leggings and an oversized red off-the-shoulder top. I pull my hair up in a ponytail, and I only apply some lotion. The only makeup is mascara and red lipstick.
I gather an overnight bag because I plan on staying with my man all night long.
The knock on the door must be Kon Kon. I slide my feet into my booties and apply some perfume, throwing the bottle in my bag. I walk out of my room to open the door, dropping the bag on the coffee table.
“Kon Kon,” I say, looking into the peephole.
“Princess,” Kon says, waiting for her to open the door.
“Kon Kon, I’m starving,” I say, walking into his arms, melting into him.
I inhale his scent that smells so good; it’s addicting. I slide my arms around his waist, looking up, waiting for my kiss.
“Princess Baby, love you lots,” Kon says, taking my lips and kissing me deeply.
I love his kisses; he’s so damn passionate and makes me feel so beautiful and desired.
Kon takes my face in his hands, pulling back gazes into my eyes.
“Baby, are you okay,” Kon asks, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip.
“Hmmm. . . . yeah, but I’ve been feeling odd,” I say, lifting my shoulders.
“What do you mean, odd,” Kon asks, furrowing his forehead.
He pulls me up into his arms and closes the front door. He walks to my room and places me on my bed. He takes off my booties, and he kicks off his shoes.
“Oh, my Kon Kon, I wanted to stay at your place,” I pout, rolling my eyes.
“We can go to my place; I just want to hold you. Talk to me; why are you feeling odd,” Kon asks, looking into my eyes.
Kon crawls onto the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms. He kisses my neck, burying his face in my neck. He loves to cuddle, and I love how affectionate he is.
“Well, it’s odd because all of my senses are so intense, like stronger. I can smell everything around me; I feel a vibe, I can’t explain it. But I see an aura around the people that is so mystical. I don’t know if I should be scared or what. I also feel weak at the same time; I feel nauseous. I felt sick today, right before I came home. I hurled all of my lunch,” I say, lifting my shoulders.
