Zak, lead investigator of Ghost Adventures, has had his fair share of women over time. From models, singers and even an ex playboy bunny.
With fast cars, a museum of oddities and haunted possessions, a big house, a TV career and money, the ladies m...
I was beginning to think there was something physically wrong with me, maybe even mentally as I laid beside Zak looking at him sleeping, the moonlight having turned his skin to a white porcelian tone, his dark hair looking even darker against the pillow under his head.
Maybe I was wired wrong when I was born, there had to be something as to why the moment we stopped being initmate, I felt empty. Zak had only been too compliant when I encouraged the notion of sex again, but when I needed to feel something for the third time, he collapsed and threw in the towel telling me that he had no more precautions and I should rest as I'm bound to be tired and sore... He wasn't wrong. I was both, my limbs felt like they were being pulled through the bed. That I was as delicate as tissue paper, but that didn't stop my soul from wanting to feel something. Even if it meant pain.
Even as beautiful as he looked led there, oblivious to the world whilst he rested, I knew this was temporary. This wasn't something I should get used to. I knew this was a one time deal, one night. And yet despite it all, I still couldn't let myself enjoy it. Because I knew eventually he would wake, eventually he would get dressed, eventually he would leave and eventually the feeling that had holed up in the bottom of my tummy would surface, maybe even cause my full time resident demons would rise to reek havoc.
Moving away from his hand, I slipped out the bed and collected my clothes from the floor before slipping out the room and changing in the lounge. My hand pushed into my stomach trying to relieve the pain that had settled there.
Leave before you're left.
One of the pieces of advice Ella had given me, after she experienced a bad relationship with a guy who wouldn't let go. She described the relationship as toxic behind closed doors and I believed her, there was a reason as to why she would skip meals, fill her stomach with water and avoid talking at all costs. She said by leaving, she left with some power, some control and right now, that's exactly what I felt like I needed.
Looking back into the bedroom at Zak as he rolled onto his front, exposing the tattoo that consumed the upper section of his back. The demon and angel.. In most cases people would think they were either one or the other. However I felt conflicted as to which side I sat...
I smiled gently knowing which side of the fence he sat on, no matter what people said about him, no matter how much they devoured the lies to spread online, exposing him to the world as some narcassistic sex addict with not an ounce of love in him. When I personally felt like they were missing out on an incredible human being, maybe he did have his faults. But if you could look past them, then you were worthy of his time, patience and attention.
In my heart, I knew he wasn't an angel, maybe a tainted one, he certainly wasn't the demon, he didn't have demons that clawed at his soul, shredding at the walls that were keeping them confined, not like mine. Which was why I was leaving my apartment, leaving him in bed, before either of us got hurt by what could be and what might have been. He might not be grateful now, but he would be. He wouldn't have to pull a coyote ugly.
Scrawling him a note, I left my apartment closing the door behind me gently and venturing off into the dark to fix the damage done in the past. To fix the damage created earlier today, to fix that damage that could come in the furture.
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