This Is Where I Want To Be

33. Stupid Chris

Chris

"There is a motel connected to the bar... It has a few rooms; one of them is mine for the night."

I smiled, putting my head on her shoulder, "I don't think I'll be able to do anything tonight. I am beyond...that."

"That... doesn't matter," she smiled sweetly at me. Then Ashleigh took a little plastic bag out of her exposed bra. The little white pill balanced on her fingertip, which she stuck into my mouth and poured beer down my throat so I had swallowed it. She reached up, and her tongue found it's way into my mouth. It had been a long time since I felt a woman's lips on mine, wanting to kiss me. At first, I would've reciprocated, but Juliet's face flashed in my mind... Her sweet smile before the laughter you knew would come... I could almost taste her cherry lip gloss... When Juliet had her orgasm, our heads rested against the others, and our eyes... I pushed Ashleigh away—rather harshly. She protested, but I staggered to the bathroom, going through the door into a stall and bending in front of the toilet. My body tried to throw up the drugs and alcohol, but nothing came out. Frustrated, I stood trying to sober up, leaning against the wall. I had another flash of Juliet's face resting against my car seat, staring at me. I fisted the stall wall as hard as I could; the steel hinges rattled.

"Chris," I heard Ashleigh outside.

My vision blurred; the pill had kicked in, making every movement slow. "Uh-oh," I opened the door to get out of there.

Ashleigh pushed herself in, slamming me into the stall wall, reaching for my head, dragging my lips onto hers. I went in and out of it, seeing Ashleigh, being touched by Ashleigh, and then darkness in between. I was being maneuvered around—the back of my knees hit the toilet. Exposed thighs straddled me, lips moved from my neck to my ear. She was aiming for my mouth again. I'd been avoiding that specific orifice since the dance floor. If I kissed her... I would have sex in a toilet stall with a hooker. If I did—I would never have a chance with Juliet! Not even a little bit. Why did I drink? I never got drunk. I was going to throw it away for what—sex? I didn't even want to touch Juliet before! Gave lame excuses about being married, her being too young! I was going to sleep with a complete stranger rather than Juliet... I wanted it to stop... I wanted the strength to get Ashleigh off me. It wasn't what I wanted, and then... Ashleigh went limp on my lap.

I opened my eyes; my nails had dug into her back right through her body and pierced her heart, rib bones stuck out through her clothes... Her neck was dangling in front of me, and I bit into it. I sucked on the flesh and drank the blood. I kept drinking until she was white and blue, and then... I ate her. Biting into the flesh, I ripped her apart like bacon. What was left and untouched was her spinal cord... Snapping her neck, I closed my lips over the bones and sucked. Her head was hanging in one paw, her body in the other. That time, it felt good... I felt better. I would've felt better if Juliet was there and I could share a meal with her. Because with her, everything made sense. I shook myself at how foreign my own language had become. I was speaking about 'a run,' 'creatures,' 'manifesting,' and a 'human as a meal.' But they were right; it all felt natural, and I kept eating.

After I was done, I turned back to human instantly. There was almost nothing left of the Ashleigh, only clothes, a carcass... and legs. I was definitely sober and alert, and leaving the stall like that wasn't an option. Feeling my pockets, I took out my phone to message Francis.

Me { Clean up on Isle... one. Could Francis please report to assist !!! }

Seconds later, Jack and Francis burst through the door, "Son of a Bitch!" Francis blurted out.

"What did you do?" Jack exclaimed.

"I... didn't like Ashleigh," I whispered.

They laughed, half-drunk, lips pressed together. The smell made them manifest, and they pushed through the door.