Old Habits
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Bunny
Dexter’s bedroom door clicked shut. Reaching over to my nightstand, my fingertips grazed my keys before they fell to the floor.
“Shit,” I muttered, freezing in place. Keeping silent for a few seconds, I listened for Dexter.
Was he going to check to see what the noise was?
When I heard nothing, I picked my keys back up and snuck out of the house.
He wouldn’t have stopped me if he found me leaving, but I didn’t want to answer any questions.
Wind ripped through the car on the drive to Nicki’s.
I chain-smoked the pack of cigarettes I bought earlier that day.
It was almost midnight, and the roads were empty, the perfect time of night for a drive.
Change (In the House of Flies) by Deftones played on the radio as I drove into town, turning into Nicki’s neighborhood.
A few familiar cars were parked in the driveway, but there were some new ones along the curb as I pulled up. Every time I came to Nicki’s, there were new cars. It never failed.
Walking into the house, there were people scattered everywhere. It was loud and dark, and I was already uncomfortable. The only lights were coming from the TV and the light above the oven. Where the hell was Nicki?
The kitchen smelled of cleaning products and liquor. Two guys were rolling joints on the counter while another snorted a line before wiping his gums.
“Jesus,” I whispered, walking into the living room. Nicki sat in an oversized chair with her legs slung over the arm, drinking from a red solo cup. A guy sat on the floor in front of the chair. They passed a joint back and forth.
“Bunny!” Nicki shouted. She jumped out of the chair, kicking the guy in the head.
The guy reached out for Nicki’s leg. “Ouch, Nic, what the fuck?” She ignored him and came running toward me.
“Bunny!” She shouted again when she was in my face. I pulled away at the loud noise. “I’m so glad you started coming over again. I missed you.” She threw her arms around my neck and hung on me.
I instinctively gripped her waist. “Whatever, Nicki.” Rolling my eyes, I pushed her over to the back of the couch so I didn’t have to hold her up anymore.
Pushing herself up, she placed her hands on my chest. “Let’s go, Bun.” I rolled my eyes. Nothing irritated me more than when people called me that. Bunny was already a nickname. Just call me Bunny. Taking my hand, Nicki pulled me down the hallway toward her bedroom.
“This really is like old times, huh, Bunny?” She leaned in, her lips nearly touching mine. I turned my head quickly so she missed and kissed my cheek.
Nicki scoffed and pulled away, sitting down on the bed. “That hasn’t changed, Nicki. No kissing.”
“You’re no fun, Bunny.” Reaching out, she pulled down my sweatpants and grabbed my dick.
Her warm mouth was wrapped around me before I knew it.
She took my cock deep in her throat, gagging and immediately pushing me away.
She worked me with her mouth and hand until I was ready to come.
I finished on her face. It was anti-climactic really, but she was thrilled.
I gave her some money, and she tossed me a baggie of pills.
When I tossed a few back, I lay down on Nicki’s bed, hearing a lighter click behind me.
A pungent smell of something on fire wafted from where Nicki sat.
When my eyes drifted to her, she held a pipe to her mouth.
Closing my eyes, I let myself focus on the ceiling fan as it circled.
Soon enough, I felt lighter. Nicki had passed out, and I quietly slipped out of her bedroom to leave.
No one said anything to me on the way out. I got in my car and drove home. Windows down. No music played. No other cars were on the road. Not a single thought crossed my mind.