Strange Noises Coming From the Bedroom

Sitting on the bus, I cannot help but replay everything that happened with Kylie today in my head. It still seems surreal to me that someone like her would even notice, much less want to sleep with me.

I hate to admit it, but if Sarah and I were not saving our virginities for our wedding night, I probably would have slept with Kylie. The fact is that Sarah and I have been waiting for so long, and our commitment to each other is the only thing that stopped me.

I just need to get home to her as soon as possible. I wonder if I should even tell her about what happened with Kylie. I think that I will ask Mr. Robinson for advice on what to do; he usually has an answer for most things. I figure he has quite a bit of experience with women at his age.

Getting off the bus and walking home, I take my time. The weather is nice and warm, plus I can get my bearings together about everything that happened today. I walk slowly up to the stairs of the apartment.

As I put my keys in the door, I hear a faint sound of someone crying out loudly like some wounded animal and a hoarse grunt followed by a loud bang.

Thinking that either Sarah or Mr. Robinson is hurt, I rush into the apartment, but I don't see anything. I hear Sarah in our bedroom; it sounds like she is crying. I hurry to the bedroom but almost run over Mr. Robinson as he opens the bedroom door.

“You're fine; do not be such a baby. At least this cream pie isn't as dangerous. Go clean yourself up!” he says as he comes out of the bedroom.

My presence startles him. “Oh shit! my boy, scared me half to ****." He is shirtless and is wearing his loose shorts. There is some sort of wet stain on it.

Looking past him for just a split second as he quickly closes the door, I catch a glimpse of Sarah. She is lying prone on her knees, naked. The light catches the glint of water or something running from her butt down to her legs.

“Is Sarah ok?” I stammer, still trying to process what I just saw and wondering what on earth it was. “Is she hurt or something?"

“Yeah, she is fine; I think she pulled a glute or something earlier, so she might be walking a little funny," he says with a chuckle and quickly changes the subject. “I thought you were working late today. What happened? I know you aren't skipping your duties.”

“No, I just got done quicker than I thought, and I wanted to come surprise Sarah.” I say, I'm still trying to get that weird hallucination out of my head. “Actually, if she is hurt, I should go check on her.”

Mr. Robinson slaps my shoulder hard and grabs it with what feels like a steel grip. “I told you she is fine," he says firmly and guides me away from the door and back into the living room. “She is a grown woman, not a fucking baby; she just needs some time to rest.”

As he pushes me into the living room, I feel like something weird is going on, but with everything that happened to Kylie, maybe I am just projecting my guilty conscience on someone else.

“You know, she probably won't feel like cooking tonight. Why don't you order pizza while I go piss?" Mr. Robinson suggests

Before I can respond, he heads back down the hallway and goes into the master bedroom. I guess the guest bathroom is still messed up. I hear Sarah whimper as Mr. Robinson says something to her as he shuts the door behind him.

Grabbing my phone, I order pizza and sit on the couch for a while. Just trying to get my head straight. I am not sure how long I sit there when Sarah and Mr. Robinson both come out of the bedroom.

"See, you are fine three-holer," he chuckles to himself. “I told you, you would be.”

“Three-holer?” I think to myself. I realize that he must have taken her out bowling, and that is how she hurt herself. I feel kind of sad that they did not go later so I could have gone too. I love bowling.

“How did you score?” I ask them, and they both look at me like I grew a second head for a moment. “I mean, who won bowling?"

Sarah still looks drained and confused; she looks at Mr. Robinson, waiting for him to say something.

"Oh, who even remembers," he says with a laugh. “I think she and I both prefer cornhole anyway.”

The doorbell rings and the pizza arrives. We start eating. Mr. Robinson and I both tuck in pretty well; Sarah just seems to pick at her food. I look up and see tears forming in her eyes.

“Are you ok, babe?” I ask. “Mr. Robinson says you pulled a muscle; do you need to go to urgent care?"

She opens her mouth to say something, but Mr. Robinson interrupts. “Liam, let it fucking go, my boy," he says firmly and loudly, making Sarah and I both jump. “She is just fine, although I may have to give her one of my patented massages to help her sleep later.”

Sarah just nods and continues to pick at her slice of pizza. I am worried about her but decide to let it go.

After eating, I start to feel exhausted and head into the bedroom to go to bed. As I leave I hear Mr. Robinson say, “All right, I will let you off easy tonight; you get to decide where I put it.” I am not sure what he is talking about, but I assume he is making some joke about putting away dishes or something.

I fall asleep to the sound of soft clapping and quiet whimpers as they watch some movie and he massages her sore muscles.