‘I don’t understand any of this.’
‘I know, but you are important. I don’t know why, but I have dreamt of you for years. You are important, Logan.’
Chapter Thirty-Three: Uninvited Visitor
***
I locked the car door and looked up at the heavens above. The stars were starting to come out. I had spent the better part of the day with Brendan. He had seen so much. It was a waiting game now. It can’t be a coincidence that I meet him three days before the end of the world. There has to be a higher meaning to all this.
‘Hi, Logan...’
The flames of anger roared within the depths of my stomach.
I was shocked by how angry I was at the sound of her voice.
‘What are you doing here, Samantha?’ My ex-girlfriend was sitting in the shadows by the front door of my house.
‘I wanted to talk to you.’
‘I have nothing to say.’
‘You can’t hate me forever,’ replied Samantha. ‘We need to talk about our baby.’
‘YOU KILLED OUR BABY!’ My voice echoed off into the silent night.
‘I’m sorry for what I did. I wish I could go back and change it. I miss you.’
I released a long breath and tried to control my temper. ‘Go away, Samantha. I have nothing more to say to you. What you did was beyond forgiveness. Just leave me alone.’
‘I love you.’
‘I hate you.’
‘I-I was scared.’
‘You should have spoken to me when you had the chance.’ I walked by her and slipped my key into the lock. I could hear Lucy yapping in the living room. ‘This wasn’t an accident. We wanted this baby. You killed it.’ The front door opened and I went to step inside, but then she said something. She said something that awoke a part of me I didn’t know existed.
‘I did it for you.’
I grabbed her by the throat and pinned her up against the wall of the house. I raised my fist towards her face. ‘HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT? YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU KILLED MY BABY. YOU DID! DON’T YOU DARE PUT THIS ON ME! GET THE FUCK OFF MY GARDEN AND IF YOU EVER COME HERE AGAIN I WILL MURDER YOU.’ I tossed her onto the garden. Samantha landed with a heavy thud and whimpered. Her knee had clipped a stone. She began to bleed. Instantly, guilt and shock rushed through the core of my system.
What have I just done?
Our eyes met.
I don’t know who was more shocked.
I turned away and rushed inside.
Chapter Thirty-Four: Tears of Rage
***
What did I do? What did I do? Did I really raise my hand to a woman? Did I really throw her to the ground? What have I become? This isn’t me. This isn’t the person that I am. I don’t know what came over me. I just feel so angry when she talks about my baby. I just want my baby. Why did she have to kill my baby?
I buried my head into the palms of my hands and sobbed.
‘I just want my baby.’
A wet nose was pressed up against my arm. I lifted my head and looked at Lucy. She had her tail down and ears back. My little furry friend could see something was wrong. She licked me lovingly on the arm and gave her tail a little friendly wag. I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand and pulled her into me. My fingers set to work at stroking the top of her head.
‘Thank you, Lucy.’
I sat back against the wall, as Lucy climbed onto my lap. The hallway wasn’t the most comfortable place to sit in the world, but it was as far as I could get before I broke down. It is strange to see how much I have changed. Six months ago I was in a happy relationship and I was going to have a baby. My life was fantastic. Things seemed to be finally moving in the right direction, but because of one’s persons actions everything had changed. I lost my baby. I lost my lover. I have turned into this aggressive, hateful person.
‘I need to get out,’ I told the world. ‘I don’t want to be here.’
Lucy cocked her head to one side. It was that are-you-talking-to-me look.
‘Shall we go down the beach?’
Lucy’s tail wagged like never before. Beach was a word she understood. She yapped a loud yes.
Chapter Thirty-Five: A friend
***
I love the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It always seems to put me at peace. Lucy was off playing chicken with the breaking waves. I sat back in the sand and sighed. Was life really supposed to be this hard? If everything happened for a reason, was losing my baby part of my destiny? What type of god would make that happen? What possible lesson could I learn from such a cruel and devastating act? It hasn’t made me grow. It has been a negative that has warped my life. Was it all done to get me to where I am today? Was it all part of some great plan so I could stop the end of the world? It didn’t make any sense.
‘Hi.’
I looked up at Clarissa and smiled.
‘Hi.’
I needed a friend and had called her up. Clarissa put everything on hold and rushed out to meet me. She was a real friend. Lucy came up, said hello, and rushed off back to the shore. Clarissa sat down on the sand beside me. I could feel a warm glow fill my soul. She was wearing black knee high boots, a short skirt and a skin tight t-shirt. The t-shirt left nothing to the imagination, but then again I didn’t have to imagine. I knew how stunning her body was. Clarissa cuddled into me and placed her head upon my chest. Unconsciously, I wrapped an arm around her. It felt like the natural thing to do.
‘What happened?’
‘It was Samantha.’
‘She gave you a call?’
‘No. She was waiting for me when I got home.’
‘Ah...’
‘I don’t know why she doesn’t leave me alone.’
Clarissa said nothing. Her silence was my cue to continue.
‘I think she is struggling to handle the break up and losing the baby, but that is on her and not me. I wish she would just leave me alone and let me get on with my life. I... I shoved her.’
‘You did?’
‘I didn’t mean to. I was just so angry. I pushed her over.’
‘You are not a bad person, Logan.’
‘What I did was unforgivable.’
‘What she did was unforgivable. If I had been you I would have stabbed that bitch in the face by now. You are too kind. She knows that you are kind, which is why she is coming back. She hopes you will give in and forgive her.’
We sat in silence for a moment.
We sat on the beach and cuddled.
Clarissa was the one to make the move. She lifted her head and smiled that sweet loving smile at me. It was the type of smile that washed away all my sadness. She raised her head from my chest and kissed me softly upon the lips. It was a sweet and gentle kiss. We exchanged smiles. I stroked my left hand against the side of her beautiful face. Clarissa leaned into my touch. This tiny display showed how much we truly loved each other. We kissed a second time. This kiss was slightly longer and we applied more force.
‘I have something for you,’ said Clarissa.
‘You do?’
‘Yes. It was something you wanted earlier.’
It was something I wanted earlier?
She placed a condom into my palm. Her naughty smile said it all.
Chapter Thirty-Six: Making Love
***
There are certain moments in life that you want to last forever. This was one of them. Clarissa had never looked more perfect than she did right now. She was like an angel of love that made my life feel so much better. Her t-shirt and bra had been removed. My hands caressed her large plump breasts, as she straddled my lap. I was lying down upon the sandy beach, as this gorgeous woman moved her hips with the elegance and grace of some kind of exotic dancer. Her small palms stroked the back of my hands, as we played with her tits together. A look of lust was etched upon her face. I could see the storm of passion swirling through the windows of her soul. Her breathing was short and sharp. The way she bit her bottom lip was turning me on lik
e nothing before.
Clarissa continued to roll her hips.
It had started out slow and sensual, but now she rode me hard and fast.
I loved how warm it felt to be inside her. She was so tight. I could feel her wet lips gripping the shaft of my throbbing cock, as she rocked upon my lap. Butterflies fluttered within the depths of my stomach, as a tingling sensation rushed along the full length of my spine. Nothing needed to be said. I could see she was close. She could see I was close. We knew each other so well. Her sweet erotic moans competed with my loud desperate groans.
‘Logan,’ she gasped my name, as her hips jolted.
Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened with a sense of shock. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock, as every single muscle within her body went tight. Her back arched and she cried out. I dropped my hands onto her hips and pulled her into me. I was already there. I could feel the powerful sensation gathering between my thighs.
‘Yes. Clarissa!’ I called out her name.
My entire body rocked. It was like someone had just sent an electrical current straight through me. I gripped her hips, as her fingernails were dragged across my muscular chest. I could feel my cock erupting inside of her. How I wished it was skin on skin. Clarissa fucked me like never before. She was rolling her hips hard and fast. I was going in so deep. An overpowering sense of pleasure numbed my body from my head to my toe. How long had it been since I had an orgasm like this? My body was so tense that my groan sounded like some kind of wild beast. I was quickly running out of oxygen.
‘Logan. Logan. Logan. Baby, Logan,’ she moaned into the night.
Did she know how sexy that was?
‘Fuck!’ I groaned through clenched teeth.
I was at my limit.
Clarissa’s body rolled to a standstill, but her hips squirmed as if with a mind of their own. I could feel my dick throbbing inside of her. She lay down upon my chest and cuddled into me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lovingly upon the top of the head. That had been magical. Clarissa had been magical. It was all because of her.
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Two Days Left
***
My heart was beating so hard that it felt like it might burst out through my ribcage. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. A cold shiver ran down the full length of my spine. The atmosphere felt so tense and morbid. The stench of death seemed to hang over me like some kind of foreboding rain cloud. The edges of my vision were blurred. I glanced down at my hands. They were dripping in blood. Unconsciously, I wiped my hands against my shirt. Panic was starting to set it.
‘The end is coming,’ spoke a soft female voice.
I looked into the darkness that surrounded me. It was like I was floating in deep space. There was nothing around me. I could see no ground, no sky, no buildings or structures. I was in a black void of nothingness. A faint click reached my ears. It sounded like someone pulling on the cord of a bathroom light. A light bulb, appearing to hang from the darkness, illuminated a small section of the void. My eyes widened with shock. A sickening sensation filled my stomach. A dead body lay upon the ground. The head had been crushed. Blood, snot and brain matter dripped out like some kind of leaky tap.
‘Logan, look what I have.’ said Samantha. My ex-girlfriend was standing in the darkness behind me. She was wearing a long white dress. The dress seemed to glow. It was like the very fabric was created by light. She held a baby within her arms. I could feel my heart breaking, as the baby cried. I could see its little hands reaching up into the air. I watched in horror, as tears of blood dripped out of Samantha’s eyes and fell down upon the baby. This wasn’t like normal tears. It was like watching someone pour a cup of red paint down her face. The baby was drowning in the blood. ‘I killed my baby for you. It was all for you. I love you, Logan.’
A gunshot rang like a church bell.
I spun one hundred and eight degrees and looked in the direction of the sound.
I nearly vomited.
A man was sitting in a leather chair. His face had been completely removed. All that remained was blood, gore, brains and bones. His lifeless body was sitting limp, as a smoking gun hung with the grasp of his hand. Had this man just shot himself in the face? Why would he do that? What was going on here? What did this mean?
‘No!’ A voice screamed out of the darkness. ‘No!’
Was that me?
‘No!’ The one word rang over and over like the toll of a bell. ‘No! No! No! No!’ Flashing lights forced away the darkness and the voice. I raised a hand to shield my eyes. The lights were so bright. What was going on? I turned away and looked in the other direction, but still the lights continued to flash.
‘The world will end in two days.’
I woke with a jump. My heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour within my chest. I sat up in my bed and recapped what just happened. It was the same damn dream again, but what did the flashing lights mean? What did any of it mean? Who was the man? Why did I keep seeing Samantha? What was all the blood?
‘Hmm...’ Clarissa moaned softly beside me.
A smile split my lips.
She had stayed the night. Clarissa and I had returned home and made love. She couldn’t keep her hands off me. I don’t think I can count the amount of times we had sex last night. I had never experienced anything like it. She made me so happy. I rested my head back upon the pillow and kissed her gently upon the forehead. She was sleeping like a baby. I could watch her sleep all night. I cuddled into her and closed my eyes.
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Love
***
‘Good morning,’ said Clarissa, as she awoke.
‘You sleep well?’ I replied with an eye consuming smile.
‘Best sleep I have had in a long time.’ She leaned forward and kissed me gently upon the lips. ‘You made me feel so special last night.’
‘That is because you are special.’
‘Compliments will get you everywhere,’ she giggled.
‘I hope so.’ I moved my hand beneath the quilt and placed it upon her ribcage. Clarissa raised her eyebrows, as I stroke my palm up her body. ‘I have been thinking.’ I caressed her breast within the palm of my hand. Clarissa sighed softly, as I rolled her sensitive nipple between my fingers. ‘I don’t want you to go out with Tyler tonight. Cancel the date.’
‘Why is that?’ Clarissa’s hand reached down towards my groin. She coaxed it to hardness.
‘You promise not to freak out?’
She nodded a yes.
‘I think I am falling in love with you.’ My words hung in the air for a moment. I tried to read her facial expression, but Clarissa had a surprisingly good poker face.
‘I know you do.’
‘You do?’
‘Yes.’
‘How do you know? When did you know?’
Clarissa began to slow jerk me off in a reverse grip. My heart was starting to throb within my chest. ‘Logan, I am in love with you, too. I always have been. Look at us right now. You are playing with my tits. I am stroking your cock. I have slept with you all night. We have been together since we were children. You are my best friend, my lover and my life. I don’t do this with just anyone. I love being with you. You make me happy. We have such a strong connection. It is just things haven’t worked out for us. The timing was always off. This weekend we will go on a date and start our new relationship together, but I have to see Tyler.’
‘But... what happens if he has changed? I want you to be with me.’
‘You are, too, cute. Tyler won’t change. My feelings for him have. I just owe him this date. I want to have closure on our relationship and know in my heart of hearts that it was the right thing to do. You don’t have to worry, Logan. I love you.’
Her words were like music to my ears.
‘You do?’
We smiled at each other.
‘Yes.’
‘I love you, Clarissa.’
She kissed me. It felt good. It felt right. ‘Will you make
love to me?’
‘Yes.’
This was the moment that my new life began and my old life ended.
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Positive Outlook
***
Was it wrong to feel this good? Happiness felt so foreign to me. It had been a long time since I had experienced such a sensation. Clarissa was changing my outlook on life. I had a good feeling about us. I actually think this will work. How could it go wrong? We are compatible in every single way. We have been together since I can remember. It is obvious that the two of us would end up together. She is a perfect match for me. She is that missing part of my soul.
I snapped back to reality at the sound of aggressive barking.
The black Rottweiler was going mental. It jerked violently against the chain around its neck. I hadn’t been thinking properly. I was day dreaming and moving on auto-pilot. I was too lost in my own thoughts and ended up walking by this bloody house again. The devil dog was chained to the post in the front garden. It was practically on the sidewalk. Lucy was cowering behind my legs. I think it had taken her by surprise, too. I looked at the two teenagers in the garage.
‘You got a problem?’
They looked as mean as their dog.
‘No,’ I replied with a shake of my head.
I wish I had the courage to give them a piece of my mind. What idiot chains an aggressive dog in the front garden? That thing shouldn’t be allowed out without a muzzle, but then again, should it be allowed outside at all? It had already mauled dogs and it was clearly unstable. I turned and walked away. Unconsciously, I glanced back over my shoulder. The two teenagers were watching me. It felt like I was under the gaze of a deadly predator. They seemed to have an aura of darkness and violence around them. From this point on I am never walking by this house again. This whole family felt dangerous.
Chapter Forty: Goodbye
***
My cell phone rang. It continued to ring. I sat back in my chair and waited. How long would she keep calling? The sound finally stopped. Silence returned to my bedroom. It was short lived. Isabella called my phone for the third time in as many minutes. Lucy hopped off the bed and slunk out the room. The noisy tune was disrupting her much needed rest. She liked to go into a mild coma after her walks and sleep uninterrupted for several hours on end.
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