Page 11 of Vexed
I know she mentioned that they have been talking and hanging out. I’m happy for her. The school he goes to is not far from here so I have a feeling we’ll be seeing more of him.
“Hey, Lil.” He says, showing off his bright smile.
“Hey.” I awkwardly say, giving him a wave.
“You coming to the game?” I frown at his words.
He gives a light chuckle as he sees the confusion on my face. “The week after the Halloween carnival…the rival game?” Oh, that’s right. How could I forget, that’s all Austin has been talking about for the last few days when he called me.
“Oh, yeah I’ll be there.” He gives me a thumbs up before whispering something in Hannah’s ear.
She turns and gives me puppy dog eyes, but before she can say anything I wave her off, telling her to go. She mouths a thank you and then disappears out the door.
The door slams shut and immediately everything around me goes completely silent. I stare at the door for a few seconds longer, my brain yelling at me to do what I thought about doing on the ride back.
I quickly head over to my bed and grab my diaries out of my tote bag. The first diary was from when I was nine. Reading through it, I cringe and laugh at the silly things I wrote down. But as I swipe through a few pages, his name catches my attention. Vex.
Dear Diary 26 September
I had a bad day at school again. Tracy and her friends keep picking on me. Everyone is mean. The only people that is nice to me is mommy and daddy. Oh and Vex.
I saw him again today. He caught me every time I went down the slide and then he would spin me around in the air making me laugh until my tummy hurts.
I really like him. But again today when I had to go home, he just left.
But I have made another friend. It’s a big crow.
He follows me home everyday. I think he watches over me.
I slowly read the page. Frowning, I turn another few pages before I see another entry about him, and another, and another. Grabbing the other diaries, I see multiple entries about him, and not just him, every page I wrote about Vex, there was a part I wrote about the damn black crow.
Quickly, I go over to my desk and take my laptop out of its bag. I jump straight to the internet search bar and type.
[Meaning of a crow]
Crows are seen as a symbol of transformation, change, and intuition. They are believed to communicate with the spiritual world. Crows are considered sacred and are seen as spiritual guides. They represent intelligence and wisdom.
My eyes scan over the words, but I shake my head. This sounds more rational, to be honest, but what I’m looking for is anything but that. So, I crack my fingers and search again. I can’t believe I am about to type this.
[Crow with grim reaper]
The Grim Reaper is a spectral entity that carries a scythe and is often depicted with a crow.It is believed to be a manifestation of death but is not tasked with killing people but rather with transporting their souls to the afterlife.
“What the fuck?” I muster to myself. This can’t be a coincidence.
Closing my laptop, I lean back and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know what to think. If this is true and he is who he says he is—or what he says—how did I not notice anything strange when we first met? I know I was just a child, but usually, children pick up on stuff like this, right?
“No need to search the web, darling. I’m right here.” His deep voice vibrates off the walls almost causing me to fall off my chair
“Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?” I yell, my heart feeling like it’s about to explode.
“At this moment or in general?” He casually asks, stalking towards me. “In general, there’s a fucking lot wrong with me, but right now…” He trails off as he comes to a halt before me. My entire body stills and I can practically feel the power radiating from him.
He lifted one hand and caressed my cheek before forcefully gripping my chin to look at him. “Right now, you are what’s wrong with me.” His silver eyes burn through me, and with each passing second, every nerve in my body is screaming.
My eyes fall to his mouth and all I can think about is feeling his lips on every part of my… No, stop. I try to pull away from him and lower my gaze, but he wraps his hand around my throat, my eyes widening as he pulls my face closer to his.
“Don’t you fucking dare look away.” His hand tightens as he walks me backward until my ass bumps against the desk. A gasp escapes my lips as his free hand grips the back of my thigh and effortlessly lifts me and places me on the wooden surface.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do with my mouth.” He whispers against my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck causing a soft moan to slip past my lips.
No, no. This is wrong. I need to ground myself, but the only thing I can focus on is his hand still wrapped around my throat and his lips brushing against my skin.
“Are you scared?” He asks, nipping at my ear that has goosebumps covering my skin before he continues, “Are you terrified knowing that I’m the one and only death?” Inhaling a sharp breath, I manage the strength to push him away from me.
“No,” I say, trying to hide the tremble in my voice. That is partially true. I’m not scared of him. Well, the part of him I always thought he was. But now that he might actually be the Grim Reaper, I’m not so sure anymore but I know he won’t hurt me.
Reality suddenly hits me in the face like a train—what if Austin bursts in here and sees him? How the hell am I going to explain this?
A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest as he lets go of me and shakes his head, “Ah yes, the little boy-toy.” Frowning, I fold my arms over my chest. Right, he reads minds. That much I’ve gathered. That fucking sucks, to say the least.
“Little? He is anything but little.” I try to protest but he cuts me off with another chuckle.
“Oh, please. Everything about him is ‘little’.” I feel my cheeks heat up as I realize what he means.
Has he been watching us… having sex? Oh God.
I can’t think that there is anything else he could be talking about.
Austin is a six-foot, footballer. So there is only one thing he could be referring to.
With another chuckle, he steps forward causing my heart rate to skyrocket. “He can’t even satisfy you with that excuse of a dick.” Now, he is taking it too far. Austin was my first—first orgasm included, so I don’t know what the hell he is trying to do—maybe piss me off, which is working.
Before I can open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of his little game, he beats me to it, “You really believe that he was making you cum?” I gasp as he suddenly appears in front of me, both his arms next to me, trapping me in where I’m still seated on the desk.
His mouth skims over my ear, his warm breath tickling down my neck before he softly speaks, “You have no idea what an orgasm is, darling. This is what it should feel like,” I watch as dark shadowed hands run up my legs, setting every nerve in my body on fire.
My eyes shut tightly as I press my thighs together. My legs begin to shake and the most amazing warm feeling spreads through me causing a strained moan to escape my mouth as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
My hands grip the edge of the desk so tightly causing my knuckles to turn white before the warmth starts to coil up my spine. But the overwhelming feeling suddenly stops.
I snap my eyes open as a loud knock on the door echoes through the room. Vex is gone. Trying to calm my racing thoughts and the tingling sensation between my legs, I try to make sense of the whole encounter we just had.
I am supposed to be freaked out, right? But why aren’t I? Why does it feel like I have always known? Well, not that he is the Grim Reaper, obviously— but that he was different.
Maybe that’s why I was always drawn to him in a way. He was the only person who understood what it was like being different and not really having anyone besides the silly voices in your head.
The door swings open, revealing Austin. He frowns, before putting his hands in his pockets, “Hey, babe. Um, what are you doing on the desk?”
“I—um, I just…” Oh, nothing much. My friend—the Grim Reaper, placed me here, teased me, and then practically mind fucked me all while insulting your manhood.
Realizing that wouldn’t be the best response, I just kept my mouth shut and jumped off the desk.
“Nothing. Let’s go out to eat. I’ve missed you.” Giving him a quick peck on the lips, I grab his hand and drag him out of the apartment. He doesn’t protest, swinging his arm over my shoulder.
I take a glance back at the apartment and Vex stands there, giving me a little wave before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke.