Run Away

“Sit,” Camila commands you one more time. You are about to take a seat on the floor, when the image of the glowing door down the hall crosses your mind. No, you can’t give up now. If you’re crazy it won’t matter, but if it’s the way out it would be a huge mistake.

You take a deep breath, Camila is growing angry at your insubordination. This is it, you have to go. Camila leans over the table, anger in her eyes, “Sit, Max.” As her hands touch the desk, you lunge for the door. “Nicole! Stop him,” she shouts as you burst into the waiting room. You then hear her shout, “Security!”

A siren sounds through the halls. You dodge as Nicole dives at you, she misses landing on the floor. Your ears ring as you rush down the hall. Luis blocks your path, you pause for just a second, you have to get through him. “Stand down, Max,” he warns as he steps closer.

You rush at him, ready to barrel past him and through the door. He manages to stop you, the two of you are locked in a grapple. He slams you against the wall, but you push back returning the favor. He slides behind you, his arm around your neck. You need to get out of this fast. You swing back trying to hit Luis in the groin. Your blows hit his thigh, and his hold on you continues.

You can feel the world starting to spin, your vision going dark. Just as you’re about to pass out, you hear a crash and a groan. You fall to the ground gasping for air. Luis is on the floor next to you, passed out. You look up to see Lacey standing over the two of you, the broken back of a chair in her hands.

“What’s going on?” she croaks barely loud enough for you to hear over the blaring sirens.

“I saw another door,” you answer rubbing your neck.

Her eyes go wide, “Like in the field?” You’re relieved she knows what you’re talking about. What are the chances of you both having the same hallucination? Well maybe higher than you’re willing to admit since you are in a mental hospital right now.

“Exactly,” you say as Lacey helps you to your feet. “This way,” you pull her along behind you. As you enter the room with the door, you’re stopped as someone grabs your wrist.

“Ralph,” Lacey shouts as you’re pulled away. Lucas grabs her, and you look back to see Sofia grabbing your wrist.

“Don’t leave me, Maxie,” Sofia says pinning you against the wall. Her hand grabbing your groin, your cock stiffening from her touch. Her chest presses against yours, as she leans in kissing you.

“Freckles, you stupid bitch,” Lucas’s voice distracts you from Sofia’s alluring touch. You easily push her off of you, she stumbles backwards into a room. You close the door and hear the lock latch.

Lucas has Lacey pinned against the wall, his hand on her throat. You rush over, a hand on his shoulder you turn him away from her. You clench your fist, and plant it in his face. Lacey gasps for breath, as Lucas clutches his face. The adrenaline is flowing, your ears ringing from the siren, your heart racing, as you rear back to hit Lucas once again. This time sending him to the ground.

You grab Lacey and rush for the white door once again. The light blinds you and the siren fades. You feel Lacey hugging you close. When your vision returns, you’re standing in your apartment with Lacey in your arms. “Where are we?” she whispers.

“We’re safe. This is my apartment,” you comfort her. “We’re safe,” you quietly repeat, now comforting yourself.

Lacey is straddling you, your cock buried within her. Her blonde hair hangs in her face, she got into the habit of hiding the “BAD DOG” tattoo. Despite the two of you paying to have it removed, it might be habit or the phantom fear that it’s still visible, she still hides her face.

She kisses you as she rides your cock. The growing belly of your pregnant wife presses against you. She moans as she bounces in your lap. You grip her hips, guiding her up and down. Between the pregnancy and the ready access to food, the skin and bones girl you had returned home with had filled out.

She leans back, letting you bury your face between her tits. Your eyes are drawn to the faded tattoos, the more offensive ones that were on the removal list after her face tattoo. “Fuck me, Ralph,” she moans.

You support her with your hands as you lay her down on the couch. She wraps her legs around you as you thrust into her. She quivers under you, her orgasm brings you over the edge as her clenching vagina milks every drop. Her legs hold you inside her, as each throb of your cock shoots your load into her depths.

She sits up next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. “I love you,” you say turning to kiss the top of her head.

“I love you too,” she responds, caressing your hand in hers. The two of you watch another episode of your show, before she announces, “I’m tired, I’m heading off to bed.”

You kiss her good night, watching her make her way to your bedroom. You find something else to watch, not quite wanting to return to your bedroom.

The night drags on and eventually you have to go to bed, Lacey might be suspicious if you “fall asleep on the couch” again. You open the door, Lacey is curled up sleeping on the bed. You try your best to ignore it, keeping your focus on your beautiful wife.

Lacey hasn’t mentioned it. You’re not sure she can even see it. You climb into bed, wrapping your arms around her, caressing her pregnant belly. The bright white light bleeds through your closed eyes. You ignore it, you have a good job, a beautiful wife, and a child on the way. This is where you belong, you refuse to even humor the thought of entering the glowing door in your bedroom.