Bleed for Me

by Dawn White

  Clint let me put my bottles away before he pulled me in tighter for a hug. My head was racing with all of the strange events from yesterday. I didn’t get more than two hours of sleep, even with Clint in the bed. Something has just always felt weird about the way he loves me. I mean it’s only been a few weeks, a month at most, and he seems to be head over heels in love with me. I pulled away from his hug, and stood up. Clint quickly followed me to an upright position.

  I looked up to Clint to get his attention before I said, “I think I just need to nurse this ulcer, before it gets the better of me. I’ll see you tomorrow, I don’t think you spending the night would be the best thing for me tonight.”

  Clint looked down at me with an obvious expression of disappointment before he finally said, “Okay, I better get home anyways, Jax has been home alone all afternoon. I’m sure Sandra my maid hasn’t been by yet to let him out. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  I shook my head in agreement. And casually kissed him on the cheek as he grabbed his light coat from the rack and made his way to the door. I followed closely behind him as he closed the door behind him. I locked the door, turned and walked into my kitchen just as my cell dinged with a text.

  I walked to the china hutch and grabbed my cell, and opened my messages. It was from Clint:

  Why can’t you just love me the way I love you?

  I didn’t know how to respond so I didn’t. I just decided to ignore it.

  I grabbed a piece of corn bread and bottle of water and headed towards my room. I hear the tweets coming from my study, turned and opened the door. All of the love birds were seated on the perch. Mr. Tweets was in the center as both of the females kept chirping at him. I quietly turned, and walked out, and closed the door behind me. My bed was calling to me as I walked barefooted into my room, put my glass of water on the side table and plopped down on my bed. My down comforter never felt as good as it did at this moment. I grabbed the remote on my nightstand and flipped my blu-ray player on. After quick consideration I pushed the red Netflix button and quickly scanned through my list. I found one of my shows and hit play. I laid back onto my fluffy pillows and settled in for the long haul. My water was in arms, reach, as were my salt free crackers, and corn bread.

  I dozed off halfway through my show, and woke to the sound of something scuffing. I quickly looked at my clock and was shocked that I had slept until eleven pm. Great, now I’m going to be up all damned night!

  Just as I thought it was in my dream I heard the scuffing sound again. I grabbed my hunter’s knife off my side table, stood up and flipped my light on. There was nothing askew in my room, but I heard a paper crackling in the living room. I rushed into the hallway and flipped the lights on as I went. There was no one in the hallway, but as I got closer to the light switch for the living room, I heard, tweet! I quickly flipped the switch on and saw the culprit. Mr. Tweets was sitting on the coffee table. My newspaper was shredded. I sat on the couch and watched Mr. Tweets destroy the paper. Remembering I had just bought the two females, I rushed into the office, and flipped the light on. Both females were seated on the perch just tweeting at each other. I walked back to the living room and scooped Mr. Tweets up. He squawked at me as I put him on my shoulder. But by the time I got him into the office he was rubbing his feathery head on my cheek. I placed my finger next to my shoulder and waited for him to hop on. He side stepped to my finger and jumped. I leaned in and said to him, “I don’t know how you got out buddy, but you need to stay in here with your ladies.”

  I gave him a quick kiss on the head, and put him in his cage. When I turned I saw a shadow rush across the room. I rushed into the living room, just as someone ran down the hallway outside of my door. I grabbed my knife and followed the intruder. He turned into the stairwell, as I was coming around the bend. I watched him in his black hoodie descend down the stairs. I rushed to the center of the stairs and looked down. My hooded stalker was already three flights down. With a high pitched voice I said, “What the fuck do you want from me?! You better hope I don’t catch you because I will fucking gut you.”

  On the final word I took off down the stairs. Jumping three stairs at a time. Looks like my years of ballet and running have paid off. Just as I think I’m about to catch up, I hear the fire escape door slam shut. Fuck, there’s no way I’ll catch him on the street. I ran down the remainder of the stairs and out through the fire exit. The nights in NYC are never quiet, even in the middle of the night. Of course it had to be down pouring as I walked out. Everywhere I looked there were people in hoodies, and with umbrella’s. FUCK, FUCK, FUCKITY FUCK! I stood in the rain for a moment, and realized my luck. I wrapped my arms around myself and slowly made my way to the front of the building.

  Max was at his desk in the center of the lobby. “Miss. Lauren are you ok? I didn’t see you come down. And you’re soaked, here let me get you a blanket.”

  Max said as he rushed to the linen closet right next to the elevator. He ran to me as if I was on fire and wrapped it around my shoulders, as he sideways glanced at my hunting knife.

  “I’m ok. I woke up to my stalker in my apartment. He ran down the stairwell. I chased after him, and lost him when he got to the street.”

  Max nodded and walked to the elevator and pushed the button. “Well, Mrs. Lauren I’m going to walk you to your apartment. Do you want me to call the cops?”

  I shook my head in response and said, “It won’t matter, he has always found a way to harass me. I’m fine I’m just going back to bed.”

  I left Max in the lobby as I walked into the open elevator. Max pressed #9 for my floor as I leaned against the back wall. The elevator ride was quick, but my walk down the hallway to my open door didn’t seem to go as fast. Mrs. Lawtner was in her open doorway. As I walked by she shut her door, with a hard thud. “Everything’s ok Mrs. Lawtner, thanks for the concern— ya old bat!”

  I walked into my apartment and shut the door behind me. I walked to my cell phone and noticed I had nine missed calls from Clint.

  I pulled up my texts, and started to type one to Clint: Hey babe, can you come over. Mr stalker was in my apartment again. I don’t want to be alone.

  I got a quick reply: I’ll be there in a few minutes.

  I walked to my room to grab my robe. The bath was the perfect place for me to be right now. I opened my bedside table, and grabbed my smoke box. I quickly walked into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet. I shed my clothes, and climbed into the hot water. I opened my crystal bath salt holder on the corner of the tub and scooped a few scoops of my vanilla spice bath salts into the hot water. I put the scoop back, and returned the lid to its rightful place. I leaned out of the tub and grabbed my smoke box. I removed my blue glass pipe and glass vile with the marijuana in it. I popped the cork, and pulled a purplish green bud from the vile and placed it in my pipe, and gingerly placed the cork back in place. I grabbed my jet lighter and lit the top. I inhaled the sweet smoke, as I heard Clint call my name from the living room.

  “I’m in here!” I yelled for him to hear.

  Clint came around the corner and smiled at me as I he took a deep breath of the sweet aroma. Clint chuckled and said, “If I had known I would have walked in on this, I might have moved a little faster.”

  I laughed and took another hit. I inhaled as I handed Clint my blue pipe. Clint took it and lit the top for a smooth hit.

  I pointed into my room as I said, “There’s a small chair in my closet, next to my vanity if you want to sit down.”

  Clint smiled, handed me the pipe back and walked out of the room. As I lit the pipe he walked in with the chair.

  “So what have you been doing all day? Are you feeling better? Are you ok after Mr. Stalker was here?” Clint said with concern in his eyes.

  I smiled, exhaled my hit and replied, “I laid down to watch a show and passed out. I think he was going to kill Mr. Tweets this time, I caught him out of his cage in the living room. But I’m fine. He’s been harassing me so long I don’t think I rea
ct the way I used too. It’s more of an annoyance now. He’s never been so careless before though. And I have no idea how he keeps getting in!”

  Clint pulled his chair right up next to the bath as I handed him the pipe and the lighter. He took a hit, then handed it back. I placed it into my smoke box and closed the lid.

  “You can have more if you want. But I’m done.” I said as I leaned back onto my pink bath pillow. Clint leaned in and rubbed his hand across my forehead at my hairline. The gentleness of his touch made me relax even more. When Clint wanted, he could be so kind.

  “You know I love you don’t you?” Clint said with a questioning look.

  I shook my head yes instead of saying anything. And just kept my eyes closed. I let the stress melt away with the hot water, and realized I must have dozed off for a minute. I opened my eyes to Clint still rubbing my hair. I sat up, grabbed my loofah, and body wash, and started to wash myself. I finished up in the bath, and got out. Clint stood with a smile as he helped me into my robe. He rubbed his hand down my bare shoulder in a very sensual way. My heart fluttered into my throat as I think of the other places his hands would be most welcomed.

  I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. His skin was warm and moist from the steam in bathroom. I walked past him and flipped the covers back on the bed.

  I jumped into the bed, and patted the other side. Clint immediately removed his shoes, and jacket. When he got to his button up shirt he knew how much I loved his chest, and six pack which made him purposely take his time. Tired of waiting I crawled to his side and helped him remove the piece of cloth obstructing my view.

  Clint laughed as I let his shirt fall to the floor. I un-tied my silk robe and let it fall open to expose my toned, pale body. I could see Clint’s reaction immediately as I put my hand against the front of his pants. His swollen member was pressed so hard against the front of his pants I wasn’t sure if his zipper or belt were going to hold it in place. I unbuckled his belt as fast as I could. Which apparently wasn’t fast enough for Clint. He pushed me down on the bed, and crawled up between my legs. I could feel his cock throbbing against me as I let him kiss my mouth hard. I melted into his mouth as I felt him pull his pants off, and kick them the rest of the way to the floor. Instead of groping me he leaned on one arm, and thrust a finger deep into my hot, wet center. I pulled my mouth away from his and moaned.

  He pulled his fingers from inside of me and licked them as he said. “Hmmm you always taste so sweet.”

  As he said the final word he grabbed ahold of his shaft and slowly led it into my hot, wet folds. He completely filled me as he slowly moved in and out. I could feel the glorious pressure slowly building as he throbbed deep inside of me. I leaned my head back as he cupped one of my breasts and thrust harder. I moaned in excitement as he brought me to my climax.

  “Don’t cum yet, I can’t hold it when you do.” Clint grunted.

  I couldn’t help myself as I let myself go. I grabbed onto Clint’s shoulders as I rode the wave of my orgasm. Clint grunted as he spilled his seed deep inside of me, and laid his head against mine.

  “I love you Lauren.” Clint said in a raspy voice.

  I kissed him on the nook of his neck and helped him roll off me without hurting either of us and said, “I love you too.”

  I fit myself into the nook of his muscular arm, and closed my eyes.

  “I’ve never felt as safe as I do in your arms.” I said as we drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

  Chapter 5

  *Stalker*

  I almost got caught this time. Hell almost— I did get fucking caught. If she had seen me everything would be over. Everything I had worked so hard at for the last five years. The whole relationship could have been over. I don’t know why she always gets so angry when I visit. Most of the time she doesn’t even know. She’s usually sleeping when I let myself in. I have had to stop myself from touching her more than I’d like to admit. What happened to Mrs. Tweets was an accident. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just had this rage come over me. But I fucking Love her! One day she will see that I will always be there for her. I will be there through the worst of everything that life can throw at her. At us.

  I will never give up. Surely in the five years that we’ve been together she has noticed this. I mean come on, I’m the perfect boyfriend. I buy her flowers, lingerie, I write her love notes, and even follow her to make sure she’s always safe from the psycho’s out there.

  I’m the best boyfriend. Maybe I need to prove it to her more than I already have.

  ***

  *Lauren*

  I opened my eyes with a startle after I felt a warm sensation against the back of my neck. I was about to move, and face Clint, but when I turned my head all I saw was a black face mask. I tried to scream but was silenced by a glove covered hand over my mouth. I cried into his hand as he climbed on top of me. The blanket was between us, that didn’t stop him from pushing against me in the most intimate way.

  I cried louder, and harder as he whispered into my ear, “I always knew you loved me. You know I love you right? I don’t want things to be like this, I’ll let you go if you don’t scream ok?”

  I nodded my head as he slowly removed his hand from my face. “What do you want?! Why are you doing this to me?” I said with terror in my voice.

  “Because we’re meant to be together.You will love me completely one day. I will make sure of that.”

  He said, as he got up and walked out of my room, and apartment.

  I quickly grabbed for my cell phone, and dialed 911 as usual. The rest of the morning went as it usually does when the cops come over. The only difference is they called a paramedic crew. In case I needed medical attention. But I refused because he didn’t get that far. I signed everything they needed, and showed them to the door. After I locked the door I quickly checked on Mr. Tweets and his Harem. The ladies seem to be happy in the cage with Mr. Tweets, and Mr. Tweets seems pretty happy with them. I guess they aren’t prudes like Mrs. Tweets was. I thought, then chastised myself for speaking ill of Mrs. Tweets.

  I smiled at the birds, filled their dishes and made my way to the bathtub. I felt crampy and hoped it was just my ulcers causing the stomach issues. But I won’t know what’s going on until I see my Doctors. I leaned in and ran the bath water, a little hotter than usual. I felt dirty, and wished I could just set my skin on fire and start all over again. But since this isn’t an option I’ll settle for scalding hot water. I stripped my robe off and climbed into the steamy water. I dropped my cell phone on top of my robe and laid my head back to just soak in the glory of the heat.

  I felt the dirty feeling immediately start to dissipate in the hot water. I couldn’t help but think about Clint and why he wasn’t here this morning— he has never left this early! I got a horrible feeling in my stomach and quickly grabbed for my cell phone. I flicked through and hoped that he left me a message or text. When I didn’t see one I quickly started to write him one.

  Clint, where are you?!

  I put my cell back where it was and waited. I laid my head and tried to be patient. The patience was hard pressed though. I wasn’t sure if I’d actually make it. Then my phone dinged at me, to let me know there was a message. I quickly popped the message open.

  I’m at my attorney’s office. I had an early morning appointment with my financial advisor and figured I’d stop in and see if my attorney needed anything. Would you like me to grab something while I’m out? I’m coming back as soon as I finish up here.

  I sighed with relief and quickly typed:

  Ok. Some Japanese would be devine. Hurry home, I had a scary morning.

  Clint responded fast— What happened? I’m leaving now, we’ll order in.

  I didn’t bother to respond, I knew he would take no more than an hour to get here.

  I laid my head back and tried to relax, as much as my frazzled nerves would allow. I dipped my head under the water and just stayed there. The quiet serenity I felt under water, was the same I fe
el when I get lost in my dance. I always stay long enough to make my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. I pulled my head up quickly and was shocked when my eye’s tried to focus on a dark outline of a man.

  I screamed, but was quickly reassured, when my eyes cleared. “Fuck a duck Clint!” I screamed.

  “You know I don’t like that profanity. What’s going on? Did something happen?” Clint said with a neutral voice.

  I narrowed my dark eye brows at him, rolled my eyes, and said, “Yeah my fucking stalker decided to make an appearance in my bedroom this morning. I woke up with him laying in bed with me.”

  Clint grimaced as the profanity rolled off my tongue, but quickly responded. “Please stop it with the cursing! It’s not lady like! Did you call the cops this time?”

  I sneered at him then answered him. “Of course I called the cops this time. He was in my bed. On top of me, and actually talked to me. But I swear I’ve heard his voice before. Even though he was whispering I know I have. I’m just going to finish my bath, then crash out in bed. I don’t want to be alone— but will be if I have to be.”

  Clint leaned forward and rubbed my shoulder, before he said. “Of course I’ll stay with you as long as you’d like.”

  My irritation was obviously boiling over but I tried to hold it together.

  I let the water out of the bath, walked to the kitchen and grabbed my pills from the cabinet. I chewed them and swallowed them all down with a decanter of vodka. Clint gave me a dirty look as I swallowed down the remainder of my vodka. I quickly picked up my cell phone and made an appointment with my Doctor.

  “I have an appointment in the morning. I’m going to lay down and hopefully sleep. I would love you to stay with me.” I said.