Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
HIM
Iflipped through channel after channel before settling on some black-and-white Christmas movie I remembered watching as a kid. The one where the chump on the screen takes all the good shit in his life for granted and thanks to a “holiday miracle” gets a second chance to do that shit over.
Like I said, I didn’t believe in that kind of stuff. Do-overs. Fixing shit that certainly wasn’t fixable. Angels getting their wings. God.
I mean, what kind of god gave kids to people who certainly didn’t deserve ?em?
What I did believe in was that life was fucked.
Especially for guys like me. And I guess chicks like Nurse Keller here.
Didn’t know what was so bad that the woman thought her only way out was to off herself, but I imagined it had something to do with all the books I’d found hidden behind a stack of shoes in the closet.
Books on childhood trauma and how to move on from it.
Or maybe that was just what I wanted to think, so I wasn’t alone with that shit. My shit. The shit that wasn’t fixable.
Without realizing what I was doing, I set the remote down on the nightstand and glanced over at the motionless figure next to me on the bed.
She looked like she was sleeping. My good sense and I both knew that she wasn’t.
She wasn’t dead neither though. Just unconscious.
While her body decided if it wanted to mend itself or not and mine wondered what she felt like.
What it would feel like. To play around with her pert nipples. To touch her. Fuck her.
Couldn’t fucking tell ya why now, all of a sudden, my cock was giving me the green light to find out. But fucker was at full mast as I climbed over Juliet’s frame, prying her thighs apart with a knee and pressing myself between them.
She was pale. But not deathly. Not dead, I repeated to myself.
And then I was trailing a finger over her pussy lips, pushing it inside and shuddering when I noticed how warm she was.
Not dry, not cold, not dead. I quickly replaced that finger with my cock, inching forward until my balls were pressing against the skin of her ass, before I started rocking back and forth.
Her tits bouncing in front of me as I moved slow enough to keep her arms from flopping down but fast enough to get myself off.
I got there quicker than I thought I would too.
Thrusting in and out a handful of times before my cum was spilling all over her stomach.
There was nothing I wanted more than to come inside her.
But I was pretty sure you could knock up an unconscious woman, not a dead one.
And as off script as everything was going at the moment, I didn’t want my DNA left in either.
Sorry, Georgie Boy, this was no one’s wonderful life. No not-so-immaculate conception. Because in the real world, no one got second chances.
Then again, some people never got chances to begin with. First or otherwise.