Lacey
25.
The doorbell rings with a loud bell, and I know we have been pretty busy since we’ve ordered our food but I still think the delivery guy is pretty early.
Ledger looks up and I’m more fascinated than ever with his beauty. His eyes are blue, but his hair has a dark brown color. His lips feel so soft and like home that I kiss them again, ignoring the interruption. He smirks. Jeez. Does he know I’m fucking addicted to him?
He kisses me back, his beard scratching me a little, but I love every second of it.
“He can just put the food on the doormat, I don’t mind eating my food cold,” he says, kissing my neck and making my lashes flutter close as his woodsy scent engulfs me.
The bell rings loudly a second time, and Ledger groans, kissing my mouth one last time before he tries to go to the door. But I hold him back this time, close between my legs, his hard cock nestled right along my clit, the fabric of his gray jogging pants giving me all the right friction so that I left a pretty wet spot right where we’re met between us.
“Lacey,” he growls, pulling my hair, and I whimper again.
“I have to get the fucking door,” he tells me, pushing against me between my legs.
“I know, but how about I go open it,” I suggest with a smile.
My hand comes down and rubs slowly over the bulge in his pants, because I’m such a fucking hoe and can’t help myself.
“You’re hard, and I left a spot here,” I tell him.
He pushes into my hand once, but then moves away. He pulls my hand off him and me down, so I’m off the counter.
“I know, but I might share you with my best friend, but I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this,” he tells me, motioning all over me with his face.
I look back behind him in the mirror and fuck me sideways. I look like I have been fucked. For hours.
My hair is a mess of tangled locks, my eyes are glazed over, my lips puffy, my nipples hard and dark underneath my top, and my skirt is bunched up to my belly button, leaving nothing to the imagination with how high it sits on my body. I quickly pull it down and hide my girls behind my hands as Ledger chuckles deeply. The door rings a third time and I wonder what the hell their problem is, we tipped them over the app. Why don’t they just leave the food and go?
“Stay here,” Ledger tells me, giving me a quick kiss on my mouth before moving out of the bathroom to get the door. I go over to the sink and try to tame my hair a little. I hear Ledger open the door before he screams loudly.
“Lacey, run! Gun is in the drawer in—”
A loud gunshot cuts him off, and I hear something hit the floor.
No... no…Panic grips me, as my ears are thundering with my heart beat. What the hell was that? I hear footsteps come in my direction and I react, running into Ledger’s bedroom. Gun in the drawer… I go to his dresser, opening drawer after drawer but find nothing. Did he want to say bedroom? I look back to the bathroom thinking that he might have meant there, but shit I’m shaking so badly, I don’t know how much time I have so I continue running through the drawers in his bedroom. I feel tears running down my face, panicking thinking about Ledger, is he dead? Is he hurt? I cry even harder, trying to be as quiet as I can with my hiccups as I search for a weapon in the deathly silent apartment.
I open another chest of drawers, finding nothing but clothes, neatly folded. I rip them out as the footsteps come closer and then I finally see it.
A shiny, black gun. I pick it up quickly, whipping around just in time to the footsteps entering the room and freeze when I see a big figure.
He towers in the door frame, he is tall, and not exactly lanky. I shiver, never being so scared in my entire life.
He wears only black clothes from head to toe, and his face is hidden behind a Michael Myers mask. Blond hair peeks out at the sides, and I point the gun directly at him. My heart beats fast, and my breath is erratic. What does he want? Did he kill Ledger?
I need to help Ledger. He takes a step toward me, and I shut out my brain. I’m shaking like crazy but still pull the trigger, whipping my head to the side, not looking at my victim.
My ears ring with nothing but silence.
Nothing happens other than him chuckling. I freeze, pulling a second time at the trigger. Fuck. Shit. Why is this thing not working? I should’ve gotten a fucking phone or at least pretended that I’m going to shoot him.
He laughs again, his creepy mask still on as he looks all over me and then he comes to me in long strides.
“NO! WHAT DO YOU WANT?” I scream.
I gather all my courage and run to the doorway. But he catches my hair, a deep pain breaking out all over my skull as he pulls it awfully hard, probably ripping out a few strands, and I whip around trying to hit him. I kick my legs at him, aiming for his nuts, but he slaps me hard across the face. My head lulls to the side with the force, but I don’t even feel the pain as I’m struggling to get free.
I kick him, claw at him, but he just laughs again. Tears of despair run down my face.
He lets go of my hair and pushes me into the vanity, the force so hard that the mirror over it comes crashing down and glass flies down all around us.
I go down. I land in the shards, cutting my hand open, making me hiss with pain.
I look around me frantically and see my opportunity. I grab one of the mirror pieces. It cuts into the flesh of my hand with its razor blade edges. I clench my teeth, sucking down the pain.
The intruder comes down to me, gripping into my hair again, my scalp burning.
Now or never, is all I’m thinking before I whip my hand around and, thank fuck, this time I get him. He lets go of me as the glass cuts open his chest.
“You fucking bitch,” he spits out, and I scramble back on my hands and ass, cutting open more of my skin, but I just need to get away.
The masked guy is busy looking at his open, bleeding flesh. I finally get on my feet and take off for the living room, the gun long forgotten on the bedroom floor.
I sprint to the front room, where the couch is, taking my phone quickly with me, still running to the door. While I unlock it, I call the first number that comes up in my contacts. Bri answers after the second ring.
“Lacey?”
“Bri, call the fucking cops and an ambulance over to Ledger’s house right now!” I scream, crying into the phone.
“Lacey, what happened?”
“Please, Briana, I have no time. We got attacked and shit—” I stumble in shock, my lip wobbly as I land on my kneecaps.
“No, please no god please!” I cry, crawling to where Ledger is lying in a pool of blood, his eyes are open and focused on me as he struggles to move. The color has left his skin.
“Lacey,” he presses out, blood seeping out between his teeth, and I shake violently.
No…
“HELP. PLEASE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HELP US!” I scream, finally reaching him, checking his body for the gunshot wound and see he’s oozing blood from his chest.
I cry even harder into the phone as Briana is saying something. I don’t even hear anymore. All I see is Ledger dying right in front of me.
“Ledger,” I sob, pressing my hands on his upper body.
“Run,” he rasps out.
But I can’t move. My body is rigid. I can’t leave him here like this.
Briana screams as well. “Run, Lacey, take off please!”
“Please call help, Bri! Please, please, please,” I mutter, holding on tight to Ledger’s wound, tears falling down, mixing with the blood escaping between my fingers.
“Run, princess, please,” Ledger mumbles, his eyes losing focus.
There is so much fucking blood as I try and hold his wound together.
“No, no, no! Keep your eyes open, Ledger, please. I love you! Do you hear me? Keep your eyes focused on me! Please stay awake!”
His eyes widen. His bloody hand comes up and grips my head, my face inching toward his, the next thing I know he is pushing a kiss on my lips, making me taste copper.
“Fucking run, Lacey!”
But it is too late because a cloth is pressed over my face and the last thing I see is Ledger closing his eyes, a single tear escaping.
THE END (for now)