Knock Knock

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Rachel, come on, open up.”

The voice was distant. Far away. Not real.

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Rachel suddenly jerked up, startled.

She felt disoriented… confused…

She blinked, and looked left.

Then looked right.

She was on the floor in her bedroom, next to the dresser.

Her eyes glanced to the clock on her bedside table.

8:42 PM

What… the fuck?

She grabbed her neck quickly and pulled her hand away.

No blood.

She looked down at herself. Still in my blue undies…

“Did he…” she asked, but paused, uncertain.

I don’t feel any different than before… her mind raced, questioning.

“Am I a…?” She asked again,

A laugh suddenly echoed in her mind, followed by a voice. “Soon Rachel, soon.”

It was ‘his’ voice.

fuckkkk…

“I hope you enjoyed that little taste of what is to come, Rachel.” The voice paused for her, letting the realization sink in, then continued. “See you soon, I greatly look forward to our next encounter…”

“And it seems that you might as well…” he snickered, seemingly taunting her.

She squinted, painfully, straining in ANY and EVERY way she knew how, trying to push him out of her head.

All grew quiet, and still.

Alone.

She was not sure how, but she could feel that her mind was closed off to him now.

No… she told herself. It didn’t happen… not yet…

Her overwhelming sense of relief turned quickly to anger.

“He’s just fucking with me…” she said out loud, PISSED.

“Asshole…” she continued, “now I’m definitely going to fucking ki….”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Rachel, open up before somebody calls the police on me for a domestic complaint…” Caleb said, pleading.

Her eyes shot towards Caleb’s voice, just now realizing he was actually at the door. She stood up quickly, trying to orient herself, and recover from the experience she just had.

“What a mindfuck.” She blurted, as she pulled the towel from the disheveled hairy mess on her head and quickly ran her fingers through it, untangling it. I probably look like a sloppy mermaid, she thought to herself. Hopefully he likes that, she snickered.

Her eyes darted around the room then, and found one of the oversized shirts that she slept in, lying on her bed. She slipped it over her head quickly, and ran to the door and jerked it open.

“Rachel…” he said softly, and let out a puff of air in relief. “You’re okay…”

She jumped out and wrapped her arms around him tightly. He stumbled back, stunned, but reciprocated, hugging her tightly and pulling her delightfully lithe body close.

Especially after what had just happened, she was overwhelmingly happy he was there.

“Thank you…” she whispered to him softly, “Thank you for coming back…”

“I’m sorry,” he responded gently, and kind, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She pulled back, and looked into his eyes. “I know…” she paused, and looked down, suddenly feeling guilty for dragging him into this, “I get it… everything that’s happening, it’s a lot to take in…”

He leaned in, lifted her chin up gently, and pushed his lips to hers. The kiss was sweet, tender, and Rachel lost herself to him then. She needed this. She needed him. The pain earlier in the day now seemed almost irrelevant.

She pulled back suddenly, withdrawing from his passionate kiss, grinning gleefully.

“I need to show you something,” she said, then took his hand as she did a little twirl, and spun around. She glanced back to him, giving him a look, and led him into the apartment.