The Devil's Right Beside You

The night air felt humid and muggy. It was only around midnight, the sun had gone completely down but it hasn't been dark long enough for it to start cooling down the 114heat index all day long. The door was standing open with the screendoor locked shut. All the windows were open, hoping to catch any breeze that might blow through here. The radio was blasting classic rock for the moment. There has been and will be plenty of station surfing. We were all gathered around the living room. Laughing and bullshitting as we passed the blunt around. The only lighting in this big living area was the lamp that was switched on and the decorative Christmas Christmas lights draped around the doorway leading to the hall. There were colored Christmas lights draped around the doorway to the kitchen and the front door that was located directly across from the kitchen door on the opposite side of the room. Hanging and Smokin' down. All was right for a moment. Maybe it wasn't all right but nobody in the room was feeling any pain of any kind right now. Getting a little stoned and about to get a little high without a care in the world as of right now. Eric Church drinks a little drink and smokes a little smoke from time to time. Same concept here. And then there is also the fact that He had eyes so blue I wanted to dive in and swim in them at first sight. He looked like he may be fun to play with but I've heard he may be dangerous on a level. I was forbidden to have anything to do with him but I was here anyway. To home wreck, his marriage was an impulse decision made, suddenly without thinking it all the way through. I really just wanted some d**k. You know friends with benefits or f**k buddies or something. We really needed time to get to know each other and find out if we had anything other than lust happening between us. Well everybody wants to be difficult all the damn time, is the way it seemed to be. It's been a while since I had any stress relief, being new in town and only been here a few months I don't know hardly anybody other than the relatives or friends of the family, whatever you wanna call it. I didn't think it through before I up and took off from the place called home all my life and took up trying to homestead with a fresh start for a new and different life here. Things back home weren't going well. I came to stay with a near and dear life long friend of my parents. Ms.Katerina Denton. There is a guy that stays with her already, she is supposed to be in the care of him because he is super bipolar or something and can't care for himself properly or I don't know because he seems perfectly capable to me, sure keeps me from getting any sleep at night from worrying. I'm breaking all the rules right now. I'm here to see who I have been forbidden to see. I'm not allowed to be here much less be smoking anything. I'm not supposed to be roaming around the suburb getting to know the local residents or even letting any of them know of my existence because they are not worthy, or they are bad news, or other they think Im so stupid Ill believe anything strangers tell me. I don't really know the reasoning behind the weird-ass rules. I know I don't like being controlled as all get out. I don't like Hippocrates for damn sure. I mean, to be honest, I met at least 3 of the people in this room through my Ms. Denton, because they came by there to do this same kind of hanging out at Ms. Denton's place where I stay. It's ok for these people to go there to party and get f****d up and talk about the same mindless bullshit we are laughing over right here and now. The only difference is there I'm not is allowed to partake in any of these activities over there. I'm barely allowed to engage in conversation there. How is it, that I'm not supposed to interact with the only people I get to be around beside's Ms. Denton and real-life Peter Griffin she is "In Care of?" I just had to get out, get some fresh air, and give myself a break and some space. Possibly some restful sleep at some point if I just stay the night here like he keeps asking me to Stay here means I don't gave to worry about things being done to me in my sleep without my consent. I'd rather be right here bobbing my head to the song on the radio. An arm snakes around my waist sneakily and unexpectedly. A strong and firm grip and a gentle tug Are all it takes to move me from the side of the sofa where I have been sitting to end up on the opposite end of the sofa right into someone's lap. I squealed due to being surprised all of a sudden and because It's a little ticklish. The squeal encourages him to tickle me a little now that the secret is out, that I'm ticklish. It was excruciatingly ticklish when I felt his breath on my neck right before he blurred his far in my neck like he was trying to inhale me or something The stubble of his 5 'Oclock shadow tickled my neck worse and behind my ear. All I could do was giggle about it as he commented on my smile. The radio station went static the was trying to pick up another station. We all jerked our heads in the direction of the radio to see who was song surfing now but as the rap song came in real loud and clear the song surfer retreated I started singing along, bobbing my head and attempting to roll and grind my hips while still sitting in his lap. I felt hot breath on the nape of my neck barely blowing the stray strand of hair falling out of my messy bun but leaving a trail of tickles from the nape of my neck to my earlobe, the gentle warm feel of his breath on my earlobe gave me a warm tingling sensation running from my earlobe down through the rest of my body till the warm tingling reached between my legs. I don't know if my breathing hitched or if I instantly just held my breath and bit my bottom lip. He ever so gently started to nibble at my earlobe, to my surprise he later on to my earlobe and sucked on it hard. Making very low growl like groans in my hear that only I could hear in that ear. I bit my bottom lip harder to stifle whatever inappropriate don't that was about to escape me into a room full of new acquaintances. I gave a little push once my hand found his chest I felt my face heat and turn red as I giggled and squeaked out the words"Stop it! Everybody Is sitting right!" He adhered to my plea only responding with a grunt and tickling me a little more till I couldn't keep my giggles in then he stopped being a tickle monster abruptly. I felt him reach for something but I couldn't see what because he reached behind me as I couldn't maneuver to see because of how I'm sitting in his lap. I just scanned my eyes over his face till my eyes were looking into his and he was looking right back into mine fr a few minutes. He was the first to speak. "Baby? you wanna get high?" I shrugged my shoulders and let my gaze locked on his face. Out of my peripheral, I saw movement from him holding out his hand out to me with a glass pipe resting in his palm with a lighter. I picked them both up and took a couple of hits before handing it back to him so he could hit or pass it. "Get a room, any room besides this one. Go play hide and freak where our eyes won't have to bleed from seeing too damn much!" TK interjected from across the room. I've known him for years. way longer than I've known everyone else sitting in the living room. TK used to come to visit with Ms.Denton periodically. He was her stepson until she and TK's dad decided to divorce or whatever happens the result was they divorced a few years ago. I just flipped him 2 birds and asked what happens to the blunt, which happens to rotate my way along with me and TK doing some trash talking back and forth then some other in the room joined and it went to TK and them trash-talking back and forth as we all smoked and laughed and jammed out to song surfing multiple different stations on the radio. Somehow somebody smuggled in some flaming hot Cheetos. I'm not sure if we are more than we played with or vice-versa. We kept tossing Cheetos at one another especially me and TK while we were talking s**t back and forth. I had a good head change and wasn't addressing anything at the moment. I texted Ms. Denton and her I wouldn't be coming in till sometime in the morning and there was no need for her to wait up. She said ok that she was going up to bed. Finally, TK made his way to them too. he claimed as he's ready to crash out. The rest of the others cleared out as well. He showed me to his room which I already knew where was and I climbed into the bed and got cozy. He went to lock the door and turn out the lights and kill the radio. I must have been more tired than I realized because I don't remember dozing off. I do vaguely remember at some point he did come in there and he woke me to scoot over or something. Instead, I rolled over and wrapped my legs around his midsection and wrapped my arms around his neck like a slut and to rocked his world. Not giving a damn if what we were doing was wrong or unacceptable. Not giving a damn that I broke up a home and marriage. Always was really the mean girl type like that. Without regard for karma being b***h or that Maybe I would make God angry enough to punish me real good later. All these years later, of all that I regret. I don't regret him. I don't think so anyway. I do wish I could go back and do it all over and do it differently though and maybe it would turn out better but hindsight is 20/20 and It is what it is now...Or is it. I haven't exactly made it to the other side to see if the grass is greener or not. I can't let the blame fall at my feet or his alone. I won't. My BFF was right there, not just helping with the stabbing me in the back but doing most of the stabbing. She was in cahoots with him and in cahoots behind everyone's backs with somebody she said she was a cousin by marriage. Nobody knew about that, except my so-called BFF and equally evil girlfriend I only met in passing once or twice Not long after my whole life was destroyed, was taken, was snatched right from me. I was trapped for a long ass time in a whirlwind of secrets and lies, scandal, betrayal. I suffered a real broken heart, I still suffer that broken heart. It'll never heal. I think it was the band "Shinedown" with the song that says "My Monsters are real." They are very real. To hell with the Devil being in the next room. The Devil was right beside me. Always, right beside me. The Devil may be right beside you. Don't be trusting and naive like me. It'll only end with you walking the same lonely road as me, just "Kickin' Stones down the road to hell". On a positive note. I wasn't the most patient person on the planet. If I was supposed to have patience I would have been meant to be a DR. I dont have the stomach for Dr and nursing professions. It takes special human beings with a calling for the medical world. All praise and appreciation and admiration to anyone working in the medical field. Those are what you call everyday heroes. I remember when I didn't have a weak stomach and probably could have persevered through the gruesome and gory. Hell, I did Every time I flipped on a movie. During the ages of 3,4, and 5 my mom says I was infatuated with. watching "The Crypt Keeper" day in and day out. I earned to be myself to bed or sleep watching Crypt Keepers shows my mom bought for me on VHS. That was not the worst of my horror movie obsession at a very young age. I made through some pretty rough horror movies without so much as blinking snd I never had not one nightmare. I cod list all Stephen King's books and movies in order. I knew what was what and which was which. I could recite lines by heart to a lot of Stephen King movies. How many 7 years old's do you that can sit through "The Stand" and be emersed aware of what the hell is going on through that long-ass series. In the last few years, I've noticed that those iron stomach days are long gone and my stomach completely does a flip flop and turns the wrong side out as I fight to gag and have to force myself to keep from running yo a toilet or somewhere to empty my stomach anytime my eyes witness anything scene that is bloody, gory and horrifying. Since I just get sick at the sight even if it's just a movie or show, I get sick at sickening scenes nowadays. I go through the same thing everyone I have to venture to an ER. My stomach churns for the people working in the ER. I have come to learn in the past few years that Patience is a virtue though, it goes with what I have also learned about how there is a right time and right place for everything. I've grown to be a more patient person in the last few years. If I gotta wait till Judgement Day, my ex BFF will reap what she has sewn, and I'll get her little instigating accomplice too. I'm the type to go broke on revenge. She made me out to look like a loose cannon and The smartest s**t I ever did was over rationalize and do, act and say the complete opposite of what she claimed I was like. I pokerfaced like an OG, even in a court being sized up like an enemy of the state. PokerFace. There are a right time and a right place to deal with her self-righteous sins. I don't know when it'll be but like I said I don't care if I have to wait till Judgment Day. It has crossed my mind that I was given my just dessert for how I went home-wrecking his marriage. I didn't know he would be my baby daddy a couple of years later. I guess I better get back to telling my story from the beginning...