Hero
I didn’t tell Hunter thank you. It’s not like he’s exactly hurting after giving away four grand. I bet he didn’t even blink when he paid that overgrown ape. But still. Hunter has been cleaning up after me for way too long now. The only successful thing I’ve accomplished in the past three years was graduating high school and burning everything that was beautiful in my life to ash. Naya has her own lucrative jewelry line and is on tour with Lark, who has now become a rock god. Hunter is a famous author with tons of followers—studio executives are in movie talks with him about making his books into movies. Taylor and Rex got married in Greece last summer. I am nothing. Taylor even found her mother a few months back. Unlike all of them, I have no achievements to showoff, no stories to tell.
Laughing for a reason unknown to me, I make my way down the stairs, almost tumbling down the last five. The floor seems to take sudden dips and it’s like the world is intentionally spinning faster just throw me off balance.
Bracing myself on the wall, I blindly feel my way to the kitchen. It’s so fucking dark in here and I’m still drunk. This is cause for disaster.
I flip the light switch on and Isabel two point O scares the hell out of me. I even yelp and jump like a ten-year-old girl witnessing a bum pissing on the street corner for the first time. Gripping the edges of the table, I force myself to take deep sustaining breaths.
I need to calm down.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you.” She places her hands on my heaving back.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I use more strength then needed when I shove her away. She goes flying across the room and lands on the floor, hitting her head on the sharp edge of the oven. Her hand shoots to the back of her head and when she removes her fingers, they’re covered with dark blood.
Praying she doesn’t scream, I crouch in front of her and clap my sweaty palm over her mouth. “Shh. Don’t wake Hunter.”
She says something but it’s muffled by my hand.
I grip her mouth harder, urging her to be quiet. There’s not a lot I fear now, but Hunter is the exception when it comes to things I’m terrified of pissing off. Something wet drizzles down my knuckles. Tears. She’s crying. I think I’m gripping her mouth too hard. I instantly drop my hand. She hastily stands, harshly wiping the glistening tears from her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
“I don’t know what you’re on, Hero, but you need to get your shit together.” She sharply turns on her heels and jolts out of sight.
Lifting myself from the floor, I open the fridge and take out a bottle of wine to drown my sorrows in and a half eaten box of leftover pizza from the counter. Once I reach my room, I slam the door shut and make a nice picnic on my bed. Though, my life is definitely no picnic. I glance at the glowing red numbers that are displayed on the digital clock that rests on my dresser.
What the hell was she doing in the kitchen at 3:00 A.M. anyway?
The wine flows until I throw up. Luckily, I make it to the toilet in time when the vile pours out of me. I have to clutch the toilet with effort when I start to violently dry heave. Pizza doesn’t taste as appetizing coming back up, nothing really ever does.
After rinsing my mouth out in the sink, I paw through piles of soiled jeans on my floor. Then I find the object of my desire in the pocket of pants I wore three days ago. Tranquilizers that will help me escape this world. The sleep is temporary but the rest is well worth it.
I lie in bed laughing at anime after I gulp down six pills with hefty gulps of wine. My body is getting immune to the drug’s effects. So I have to up the dosage. Two tranquilizers used to knock me out like the dead. Not so much anymore.
I watch the anime Gantz play out on the screen, thinking how the fuck did I end up to be the joke of the town. Between laughing and watching TV, I fall into oblivion.
***
The sharp edge of something cold pierces the skin on the side of my neck. Stickiness trickles down my collarbone, wetting my shirt that now clings to me. I don’t feel pain, in fact, I don’t feel anything. My instincts are alert and telling me that I’m in danger yet my body isn’t aware of anything but the drugs pumping through my veins, keeping my limbs lethargic and heavy.
A hand cruelly slaps me across the face, turning my head sharply to the side. I find myself waiting for the agonizing burning sting to spread but it never comes. My tormenter supplies me with a current of smacks until my eyes water.
Forcing my lids to open, I stare at a devilish angel with glowing eyes the color of glacial ice and locks darker than coal. I’ve finally done it. I’ve managed to die and this Angel of Death has come to collect my soul. I won’t be seeing Tyler and the pearly gates of heaven. I’m going to hell. I’ve known this for a while now. It’s such an appropriate place for me…just where I belong.
The Angel of Death straddles me as she holds a silver blade to my neck and searches my eyes for something. “What are you waiting for? Take me. I’m ready.”
“Ready to die so soon?” She forces the dagger deeper into my skin.
I inhale sharply, taking in the thick metallic scent of blood. My blood. “Yes,” I answer through gritted teeth. “I’ve had enough.”
“Touch Ivy again and you will.”
My brows furrow. “What?”
She drags the blade down the length of my body and jams it under my balls, the razor-sharp tip grazing me there. I hiss from the burning pain and she laughs. “You heard me, little boy.” She glances down and lifts the waistband of my boxers to peek inside. “You’re hard. Does pain get you off, little masochistic whore?”
I realize that this is no angel but Blue, a Ukrainian demon from hell. I try to shake her off but my muscles are too sluggish and don’t move at my command. “Get the fuck off me.”
“I will, but I should make you come first? No?”
Horror washes over my face and does not go unnoticed by her. She feeds off the despair she’s causing me. Blue gets high off my misery.
She wraps a warm hand around my pulsing cock and squeezes. The high level of dread I’m experiencing is slowly ebbing away at the drug. My muscles pull together and tighten in my abdomen. The sensation of pleasure and pain is stronger than before. There’s this feeling I get when my eyes water and burn and my bottom lip trembles as I struggle to hold on before my pride and dignity go right out the window and the tears begin to flow.
Well, I’m there.
“Please don’t. I’m sorry.”
Her hand steadily pumps me as she smiles down evilly. Blue is a cruel little bitch. “I don’t know if you are yet, but you will be.” This is not Blue’s first time torturing me. Blue and I have been left alone together on many occasions. What I thought was friendly flirting on her end was simply her gaining information and learning how to take advantage of me to prolong my suffering. When she has an open opportunity to torment me, she relishes in it. She knows all my weaknesses at this point. Blue knows exactly where my cracks are hidden and she lives to press on them until she fucking shatters me.
This is no angel.
Blue is Satan’s spawn.
I screw my eyes shut and grit my teeth, trying my best not to give in to the welcoming inevitable.
She places her soft lips on my ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I appreciate you, beautiful Hero? I really do…Will I be a fool to call it love?”
My lips part, my dick swelling within the harsh grip of her hand. She has clever fingers and a sharp mind. What makes this situation more humiliating is that Blue is pressing the blade to my open wound on my neck while continuously stroking me. Sugary words and brutal actions are Blue’s tools to expose and exploit my vulnerability to humiliate me.
I hate it but my fucking body can’t get enough of this shit. Pain, humiliation with flowery words laced with venom seems to be my undoing that Blue takes pleasure in exploiting. If I knew she was here, I wouldn’t have taken more of those tranquilizers. I am always on guard when she’s around.
“My sweet boy. How I love you so.”
At her words I come harder than I ever have. My eyes lose focus and my vision blurs. Warm wetness splatters across my stomach as she holds me down absorbing the aftershocks of my orgasm, feasting from them. Everything from the stickiness on my abdomen to the wetness on my shirt just feels wrong.
Blue bends her head down and licks up the mess on my stomach, lapping my semen up like thirsty dog. I groan in frustration. She sniggers and skims her lips over mine, so I can taste myself on them. Blue places the blade in the waistband of her boy shorts and grabs something off the stand. I close my eyes and turn my head. I feel tried, used, and useless. Is this how women feel after being abused and violated? If they do, I understand their struggle now.
A small hand clamps around my jaw, fingers biting into my skin. I jerk from her but she manages to capture my chin again. “Stay still. I’ll heal you now.” She applies some kind of wet adhesive to my bleeding wound. The blood stops and the gash feels like it is sealing closed.
Liquid stitches maybe?
Who is the crazy lesbian Ukrainian bitch?
“We have an understanding now. Yes?”
I grit my teeth and force an answer out. “Yes.”
“I had to give Ivy stitches too. She hurts, you hurt far worse.” She strokes my hair as if I’m her beloved pet cat. “I love hurting you.” I want recoil from her touch but refuse in doing so. “Where I come from pretty boys like you suck big cocks when they misbehave. Fuck up again, I will have a real cock for you to praise with your mouth. Understood?”
“Yes.”
She brushes her lips over mine once more and merrily hops off the bed, whistling a tune I now hate. I knew when I first saw Blue, we were either going to love each other or hate one another with nothing in-between.
It’s more than safe to say that I fucking hate her.
When I open my eyes, I look down at myself in total disgust. I’m covered in my own blood and semen. My life is a fucking mess. How I’m still breathing is miracle only God knows.
After a while of blankly looking at the ceiling with murderous thoughts of the many ways I can strangle Blue, big round glowing eyes stare back at me. Berry. Retaliation is a must.
After a warm shower I take more pills and fall back to sleep with a silly smile on my face, cuddling Berry in my arms.