30. Harley
THIRTY
Istare at my reflection, only seeing myself. Where is she? Why isn’t she making herself known? Did she finally find the light? I turn on the shower about to undress when I turn back around seeing her in the mirror. I lean myself closer, my breath fogging up the glass. She’s not crying like she normally does and for some reason, her hair looks straighter…cleaner. The blood that normally paints both arms, now only paints one and her legs that were once covered in blood now can only faintly be seen.
“He’s coming,” she whispers, but never breaks into a cry.
“I know. He’ll be here soon, Ophelia,” I whisper back.
“He’s already here.” Her body fades out, disappearing completely.
“No! Come back!” I yell, banging on the mirror. “Please! Come back!” I bang harder, but she doesn’t show herself again.
My fists curl, swinging a punch in the middle of the mirror shattering it. I punch again, and again, and again…until the only thing that’s left is the wall. Cuts from the glass line across my knuckles, making them ooze out with a little blood. I look at all the fractured pieces spreading across the counter and floor. My quick deep breaths don”t mask the frustration I have. With every second my heart beats out, more fire pumps through my veins. She left me once again. Thinking about what angel texted me earlier and what Ophelia just said only means that he really is already in Willow Creek.
If Axel is here, chances are he’s going to make himself known to angel sooner than later. That only means that our time is cutting short with each passing minute. But that also means that my life is about to get the freedom it’s wanted ever since that night he took it. I turn off the shower, having no time to take one anymore. I check her location with the tracker I put on her phone when Weston gave me it last night. Seeing that she made it home after her shift, I run out of my room and out of our place. I sprint out as fast as I can, each step faster than the last. Getting in my car, I speed off to her apartment.
Pulling myself up and swinging my legs over the balcony railing, I leap towards her door, barging in with it being unlocked. She runs from out of the bathroom with her black, wet hair stuck to her chest and a robe tied around her. Her scared expression forms into a pissed off one.
“Missed me already? You sure do have attachment issues. And why wear a mask when I’ve already seen your face?” she spits, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge.
“He’s going to make himself known soon.” Her eyes widen.
“How do you know?”
How do I tell her I see the ghost of the girl that got murdered like it’s a normal thing?
“Our time is running out.”
“When’s he going to make himself known to everyone?”
“Faster than we thought.”
Her face grows with even more concern. “Well then, we need to start training as soon as possible.”
“You’re scheduled to work the rest of the week. Call off. Tell them family stuff happened.”
“Ansley would get suspicious if I called off for family, but was still in Willow Creek,” she points out.
“Then stay with us. You’ll be over there training, anyways. Just don’t make yourself–”
“But what about the pictures you have to send him? Surely, y’all don’t have enough to his liking.”
“I can send him older pictures that I’m sure have been long forgotten. We’ll get it figured out.”
She falls backwards on the bed, her legs still hang off as she lets out a deep breath.
“I can’t wait for this to be over,” she whispers, looking up at the ceiling.
“We all can’t wait, angel,” I quip.
“And for you all to leave me alone,” she fires back.
“Don’t try to convince yourself you don’t like what we give you.” She springs back up with her mouth dropped.
“Are you serious right now? Do you expect me to get on my hands and knees, thanking y’all for coating me in cum?” she scoffs.
“Angel, you can get on your hands and knees anytime you want. Just don’t forget you coated us with yours,” I charge back.
She gets up from the bed, walking towards me with that feisty little look.
“What if something else got coated?For someone who can’t stand me, you sure do like to claim me.” I smirk at her accusation.
“I can still hate you while I fuck you. I don’t care what else gets cummed on, you aren’t mine.”
“Then watch,” she hisses, turning around and crawling into her bed. She lays on her back propped up with some pillows, slowly untying her robe revealing her naked body. “Sit,” she commands.
Sitting on the end of the bed, I watch her pull out a dildo from her nightstand, spreading her legs wide for me to see her pussy. With a click, she turns it on, making it vibrate. “Watch me get off from something else besides you or your boyfriends,” she says, rubbing it up and down her slit. Her wetness makes it glisten in the light.
She positions the vibrating tip right on her clit, her mouth forming an O at the feeling. I clench my jaw, watching her play with herself while we both keep eye contact with each other.
“Fuck this feels good,” she moans out, antagonizing me. She continues swirling the silicone cockhead around her button. She moves it down, slowly putting it inside her. Her tits stick out while she sucks in a breath.
“Is this bothering you, big boy?” she pants, now starting to thrust the dildo in and out of her.
“Oh god, this feels so good.” Her eyes never look away from mine. She clicks the button, making the vibration more powerful as she starts pumping it in and out of her faster. Her chest rises and falls faster with each little whimper and moan she releases. Blood starts pumping to my cock, making me shift a little on the bed.
“Yeah, it’s fucking bothering you,” she chuckles out of breath, answering her own question. Something inside me breaks. She suddenly snaps her head back onto the pillows as I quickly pull the dildo out of her, grabbing her ankles and yanking her to the edge of the bed.
I unzip my pants, not bothering taking them off. I take out my cock as I throw her legs over my shoulders. I enter inside her in one, hard thrust. “Oh, yes!” she moans out, watching her tits bounce up and down as I pump into her. I wrap my arms around her legs, keeping her as close to me as I possibly can.
“The only time you get to cum is when it’s from my cock, tongue, or fingers. Do you fucking understand?” I growl.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cries out, tightening around my length. I’m ready to explode, wanting her to explode with me.
“Cum with me, angel. Fucking coat me.”
Our groans and moans fill the room as her hips start to buckle, coating my cock with her sweet juices. I pump my cum into her deeper and deeper with each thrust I give. Sweat coats my face, making my mask stick to me like glue.
“Good.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Girl.” I pant out, frothing in and out of her.
I swing her legs off my shoulders, tucking myself back in. She turns over to her stomach, showing me all the cuts from Motley. I’m even surprised with how many cuts he gave her. At least now they’re all closed up and starting to heal. I go over to her face, bending down to get eye level with her.
“Call your boss and pack up your shit. We’ll be waiting for your arrival, angel,” I whisper deeply before getting back up and leaving her room. I exit out the front door this time, walking over to my car when a little kid stops me.
“It’s not Halloween yet,” he says on his little tricycle. It’s late for a kid to be playing outside. Where the hell are his parents? I chuckle, taking off my mask.
“I know, kid. I was just seeing if I liked it enough to wear on Halloween.”
“I’m going to be a villain.” He smiles when, who I assume is his mom, runs up to him.
“Erik, I told you to wait up. Sorry about that, sir,” she warmly apologizes.
“No need to apologize. He was just telling me who he was going to be for Halloween! A villain, huh? That’s pretty cool, kid. What villain are you going to be?”
“Lokifrom Thor!” he excitedly shouts.
“Didn’t he become good, though?” I muse.
“Most villains normally do,” he shrugs, taking off in his tricycle. His mom smiles at me. “Sorry again. Have a good night,” she says before taking off after him.
Chuckling, I make my way to the car. I drive off as Into It by Chase Atlantic starts playing throughout the speakers. For a little kid, he has me thinking about all the villains I grew up loving. Darth Vader, Zuko, Magneto, Catwoman…
All of them came across as the villain. Even though they each have their things they did that negatively impacted someone or something…
They all turned out somewhat good.