Squeak

They Know

Jezebel

I robotically rolled over once I heard the tinkling instrumentals of "Jesus Loves Me" play from my alarm clock. I silenced it in one swift motion and decided to rest my eyes for five more minutes. My eyes flew open when an arm wrapped around my waist. My head snapped to the side, and Jesus almost took me home when I came face-to-face with Erik.

He's supposed to be gone! The last thing I need is for Daddy to find out that I let him spend the night!

I didn't know what I was thinking, allowing Erik to spend the night. I didn't know him from Adam. He could've hurt me in my sleep, but then again, if he wanted to hurt me, he would've done it while holding me hostage. He also wouldn't have tried to protect me from my father.

We stayed up late watching The Color Purple on mute with the subtitles on. I was fascinated by how enthralled Erik was by the scenes that flashed on the screen. He mindlessly soaked up the drama while simultaneously whispering the lines and putting a healthy dent in my chocolate stash. Erik was a sucker for Snickers.

I shrieked when I heard loud knocking on my bedroom door. The doorknob turned back and forth several times.

He's trying to get in. Thank goodness I blocked the door.

"Jezebel! Open this door, right now!" my father bellowed.

"Squeak, tell him to shut the fuck up," Erik whispered in my ear. I swatted at him like a bothersome fly and shook my head. The church would be planning my funeral if I ever did something like that.

"Daddy, I can't open the door right now because I'm changing. I'll be downstairs for breakfast in a little bit," I shakily replied.

"You better be downstairs in ten minutes," he growled through the door.

"Y-yes, sir." I let out a sigh of relief as soon as I heard him stomp away.

Seconds later, I gasped when I found Erik lighting a cigarette in my bed. "Are you trying to get me murdered?" I hissed, snatching the cigarette out of his hand.

"Right. What was I thinking? Your dad probably comes into your bedroom after you're gone and wallow around in your sheets like a pig in mud. If your panties start magically disappearing, then you know why."

"That's disgusting."

"It might be disgusting, but it doesn't make it untrue."

He has a point.

"I gotta go, Squeak. My mom is on one," Erik mumbled as he typed away on his phone.

"Yes, that is for the best. You shouldn't worry your mother."

"I'll see you at school. Where is your phone so I can put my number in it? Better yet, what is your phone number?"

"Why do you want my phone number?" I curiously asked.

"So I can send you unsolicited dick pics, duh. What's your fucking number?"

"T-that's a c-crime," I stuttered, willing myself not to look in Erik's direction again. He was no longer in bed and stood in my bedroom in his boxer briefs as if he belonged there. He had an erection that his briefs failed to hide. I wasn't an expert in penis sizes; however, I didn't have to wonder where Erik got his big ego from.

A sinister grin spread across his face. "Your response says a lot, Squeak."

"What are you talking about?"

"You mentioned that I'd be committing a crime, but not that you wouldn't want to see it. Do you want to see it?"

"N—AHHHHHH!" I yelled, covering up my eyes when Erik flashed me.