Chapter 9 Memories & Vacuums
Chapter nine
Memories & Vacuums
Riley
Work is dead today. I hate working the morning shift.
Not many people come to the movies this early in the day and that just leaves me bored out of my mind.
I should’ve called out and spent the day with Peyton.
Asher had to go out of town but promised to be home tonight.
Last night was a lot of fun. I didn’t know how much I loved watching Ash swim until I actually saw him in action.
He was breathtaking. Watching him use all his muscles to glide through the water had my panties drenched.
Who knew seeing him in a speedo would be sexy.
I sure as fuck didn’t but that man is built like a god.
After he took us to the cliff we went back to the house and I got to lick every inch of him while Peyton fucked me with her strap-on.
“Take my cock Bluebird.” she growls as the silicone cock slams in and out of my soaked pussy.
“Goddamn that’s hot Little Dove. Watching you make her moan with your cock is sexy as fuck.” he groans as I swallow around his length. My moans vibrate against him causing him to bite down on his bottom lip. God he’s so fucking sexy.
A throat clears, taking me out of my memory and I look over my shoulder and see Mark standing behind me with the vacuum at his side. I raise a brow and he rolls his eyes.
“Can you vacuum theater five please?” He asks and I nod.
“Sure thing,” I say, grabbing the handle and wheeling towards the doors down the hall. Maybe I should take Asher up on his offer and not worry about working and go intern somewhere. Anything is better than here.
Swinging the door open I find the outlet and get started.
I hate that I don’t know what I want to do after college.
I haven’t given it any thought. I’ve been a bit distracted but the reality of it is I’m in survival mode.
As happy as I am I’m still waiting for the shoe to drop and for Jake to make a move.
Being with Asher and Peyton I feel safe and loved.
Those two amazing beings love with every inch of their soul and I feel every ounce of it.
Every time Asher is near my cheeks blush and Peyton makes my heart beat out of my chest. I can’t help but have fallen so deeply in love with them.
It’s almost suffocating but in a good way.
I want to be with them at every moment of the day.
And that brings me to my next problem. I don’t want to become co-dependent on them.
I don’t want to need them and be left broken when this all comes crumbling down.
I shouldn’t think like this but childhood trauma loves to rear its ugly head and remind me of all the foster homes I’ve been in and never knowing if it's permanent or not. I wouldn’t wish that feeling on any child but the truth of that matter is—I know it all too well and it sucks.
Always feeling unloved, unwanted and a burden.
Walking through life never fitting in, never trusting those around you because at any second you could be taken away by another social worker and placed in a new house with strangers then start over at a new school.
It sucks and leaves a scar so deep that will be embedded within your skin forever.
With them though–I never feel anything but love, want and need.
That feeling I just want to bottle up and keep forever.
I hate days like today when I’m alone and in my head that the demons come out to play–to taunt me that this won’t last like everything else in my life.
A reminder that I’ll be alone because how could anyone love a broken girl like me with nothing to offer.
Do I know that isn’t true? Yes. But that doesn’t mean I’m not prepared for it to happen if it does.
I rather assume the worst and be mentally prepared for it then be blindsided like an idiot.
I wish I knew why my real parents left me at that church.
Were they too young to take care of me? Was I really unwanted?
I’ll never get those answers. I tried. No one knew who left me.
For years I’ve tried to accept it but yet again some days the demons win.
Shaking my head, I wipe the tears that I didn’t know had fallen as I vacuum the last row. Why must this morning drag? It’s only a four hour shift. Taking out my phone I look at the time and I have two hours left. Jesus fucking christ.
Sighing, I shut the vacuum off and wrap wire neatly around the pole wheeling it out of the theater towards the utility closet.
Opening the door, I slide the machine inside when suddenly hands shove me and I slam into the interior wall.
I cry out as I’m whipped around and when I scream for help a cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose.
I scream again, inhaling the sweet scent as the room begins to spin and I feel my legs give out then everything goes black.