“Mikah” I sighed, contented, as he ran his fingers along my body, tracing all the old scars that he could find. “I know where you got these ones” he whispered as he traced a set of large scratch marks along my stomach, “We were ten, and that wolf was a bitch to take down!”
The cool night breeze swept along my naked back, I just lay content. Mikah had left my room in the dark hours of the morning, leaving the four posters curtains in shambles, but I didn’t want to move to fix. Breakfast had come, with dull sunlight filtering through the forest canopy and seeping in my window. Lunch had come with a few muffled voices from bellow, Mikah had knocked reminding me of the hour, and I just lay in bed listening to the wildlife outside. As the sun began to fade outside noises of the wildlife seemed to trickle into the house below my room.
Music started playing downstairs and I knew the inn’s kitchen would be up and running for dinner. I rapped the pillow around my head, squashed my eyelids together; I just wanted to ignore the world around me. My eyes suddenly opened wide as I heard a horrible laugh and some intense rapping, I froze…But my inner door remained locked.
“Fine!” I yelled at the deaf walls of my room, and kicked the blankets to the floor.
“Oh yeah” I sighed as a cool chill quickly engulfed my body. I had rapidly realised I was still naked.
I dragged on my clothes, while music pounded, and the occasional sounds of clattering of glasses were heard from downstairs. I stared at the large mirror on the wall across from the four poster and watched as each scar and bruise were covered, layer by layer, beneath the fabrics of my clothes. I quickly stared into my own eyes, reflected back at me, drowning out last night’s memories. Finally I pulled on my knee high combat boots and buckled them up, keen to get in front of the open fire. I headed downstairs towards the bar.
It was loud, way too loud and my head started to swim as I arrived at the bar. I sat down quickly, hopefully everyone thought that was sitting, and Mikah caught my arrival. Before I knew it I had a scotch in my hand and sculled it trying to drown out the voices. Voices loud and powerful began bellowing and screaming and glasses, furniture and other items started crashing behind me, my back stayed turned. Suddenly all of those voice began to fade into silence, a silence that was only breached by the “incessant ring of that fucking phone!” Glancing to my right I saw it on the bar. So I answered it. This was my mistake.
“Dug is that you? Shit!” he yelled at someone away from the phone “Hey Jeff keep her under control!” after some muffled noise he was back “Hey Dug we got her! We finally got her! We need to leave now!” Behind this high pitched male voice I could hear noise in the back ground, a girls screaming and cursing and then, what was that? Was she was she flirting with them too?
"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING PRICKS! What is this? Your place? Really?! How about we all go back to mine for a little 3 way? double penetration?! I'm sure I can handle both of you big boys ahaha. Come on..? My place has satin sheets and enough room in the bed for even you Mr Blimp! hahah I hope you don’t mind if I take Mr Muscles first, to help me get the juices flowing if you know what I mean. Come on…!! I am far more fun in bed than I look! You can even tie me up and take turns!!” I quickly slammed down the phone.
Instantly I heard a bellow from behind me “Hey you!” I turned my head, just enough too see this guy, the seating area was in chaos; I guess he was guilty of the disturbance earlier.
“Yes! You! What the fuck are you doing with my phone!?”
“Dug I take it?” He froze at my response; I took that as a yes. “Well Dug, you naughty boy, I was answering it. You really shouldn’t leave it lying around like that.” He dove from me.
I quickly shifted in my seat slightly and he hit the bar, forehead first, and that was the end of that, he lay unconscious on the floor. I threw back my scotch and stood up, head swimming only a little, picked up the phone and headed upstairs to pack my stuff. I guess I had better get out of here. Five minutes later my pack was on my back and I jumped out my window onto the porch cover below, and then onto the ground. I will forget them, this, everything. That door will never open.
“Bye” Mikah uttered from a dark corner of the Inn.
“Bye” I answered guiltily.
“Until next time”
“Yeah” I replied, knowing there may not be a next time.