Wicked Games (Urban) Book 7 | The Sideline Series

Chapter 20

I'm gonna help you guys figure out who 'unknown' is. 

Hint 1: Nobody's coming back from the dead anymore lol

Theodore III

I woke up early Saturday morning to the sound of my alarm going off but I also heard something sizzling and the smell of hair burning. I chuckled as I climbed out of the guest room bed and stretched. Lindsey stayed the night at Grandma and Grandpa's house with me last night so Grandma must be trying to do her hair again. I swear, every time females do their hair it always smells like it's burning off. I shook my head as I stood up and walked across the hall to the bathroom so I could get ready for the camping trip today. 

We have to be at the school early this morning so we could get tot he camp site around 10. It's like fifteen minutes until five, so I was kind of early but I knew getting Lindsey and her things ready would be the longest part of the morning. All I had to do was throw on a pair of shorts and a t shirt and be outta here in 20 minutes, tops. But I know all the girls, even Lindsey, are about to come to this camp site all dressed up.

I brushed my teeth and hopped in the shower so I could clean my body. I reached over for the soap but saw hair all over it. I scrunched up my face. Damn. I knew I should have gotten up earlier before Grandma. She's got all of her blonde hair all over the soap. I reached down to the side of the tub and grabbed the bottle of body wash. I smiled. At least this is clean. I squirted some on my face cloth and began rubbing down my body but I froze. Body wash is supposed to smell good. This didn't smell good. This smelled like death.

I squeezed some more into my hands and took a look at the cloudy white stuff that was inside of the bottle. "Oh shit!" I yelled once I realized what it was. I threw the cum out of my hands and fell back in the tub. What the hell are Grandma and Grandpa doing with cum saved in a body wash bottle on the side of their tub? I hope the cum isn't theirs. As old as they are, how can they still do anything to get this much cum? I thought this was a new bottle since it was filled to the top.

I just had to pick Grandma's hairs off the bar of soap so I could scrub my body down. My 10 minute shower turned into a 30 minute shower but I still didn't feel fresh. I felt like I was bathing in my Grandma and Grandpa's cum. I felt filthy and no amount of showers will be able to cleanse me. Damn. I just wish I could go back home but Mama and Pops thought it was best if I stayed with Grandma and Grandpa for awhile until I got myself back together. I've been staying with them since Monday and it's been pretty fun, besides going to church every evening for Bible study.

But other than that, it's cool. They won't let the maids and butlers wash my clothes or clean up after me since they said it'll teach me discipline if I do it myself. Grandma makes me clean their entire house, she had me cut the grass int he backyard and she's had me waiting on her hand and foot. Grandpa on the other hand, has had me fixing him beers, holding up his Bible so he could read it, flipping through channels on the TV and tending to his garden in the backyard. It's cool though. It's better than being at home and hearing Mama nag me all the time. Grandma's not supposed to do it but she brings me snacks everyday when Lindsey drops me off at the church after school. Grandpa doesn't even know about it though.

I got dressed in a t shirt and shorts before walking down the hall to where I smelled the hair burning. Sure enough, Grandma was burning Lindsey's hair up. I couldn't help but laugh as I watched Lindsey squirm every time Grandpa tried to press her kitchen.

"Good morning Grandma," I smiled as I walked into the room. "Hey Lindsey."

"Hi T3," Lindsey mumbled as if she had been crying from getting her hair pressed.

Grandma smiled as she sat the pressing comb inside of the thermal oven before she waved me over to her. I stepped over all the stuff spread out in the floor and made my way over to Grandma. I tried wrapping my arms around her but she stepped back and smacked me across the face. "What the hell were you doing in that bathroom boy? I heard you cussin' in my house and falling in the tub! What the hell happened?"