::Devoted Daughter::::Devoted Daughter::5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was nearly four in the morning. Lacey slipped into the house from the back door, still invisible. She smelled of sex and cologne, but hey, you do what you have to do to survive. She was just thankful for any way to pay the bills.
The big husky in the living room looked up, tail thumping. He trotted over to where he smelled Lacey and sat at her feet.
Lacey went visible and smiled brightly, whispering, "Hey, Thor. How's my baby?"
Thor wagged his tail more, barking loudly.
Lacey froze, then quickly tried hushing him, "Bad, no!"
The lights upstairs flicked on and a holler came down the stairs. "Lacey?! Lacey, is that you?!"
Lacey whimpered, but called back, "Yes, mama! It's me!" She hissed to Thor, "Go lay down." He obliged, hurrying out of the room.
There was a thump and then foot steps as Lacey's mother came down stairs. Her brown waves of hair hung around her face neatly, like she had been awake and waiting for her to get home. "Where have you been?"
Lacey looked away, "I got paid to
::Complications::::Complications::5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, this was awkward.
Ana sat in Matias' bed, covering her face in embarassment. She was naked, but had a blanket wrapped around her. 'Oh god, why now...?' She thought, remembering the look in Matias' eyes. HE had taken over.
Ana glanced down at the sheets again, her face almost as red as them. It had been her first time having sex, and she didn't realize that there would be blood. Then again, neither did Matias.
Finally, the closed door creaked back open. Ana's eyes shot up to it, wide and fearful of whoever it was.
There stood the man she loved, his anarchy necklace hanging loosely around his neck, and his arms slightly scratched up from their time of passion. When her eyes met his, she paled. They were dark, and the pupils were almost like a cat's; slits.
When she spoke, her voice was was shaking, with a slight edge to it, "M-Milo...?"
He smirked, walking towards her confidently. That was the first sign of the problem. Usually, he'd almost shuffle his feet sleepily. This man walke