Destroyer

“If you...wouldn’t mind…” His powerful voice hit her ears and her eyes shot open. It was happening. The same dream. Different area, same position, different wear, same feeling. This time she felt her body being pulled more into this dream fantasy. She wanted it to happen. His hot breath hovered over her neck and her eyes looked at him.

As she did, his own eyes looked at her and they glowed. She then melted into the bed and groaned. His lips were soft as if they had been exfoliated many times before. They were warm and gentle. She couldn’t help but give heavy short breaths of air.

She saw that her arm went up and gripped onto his back and his lips had been placed on hers now. She shivered into his mouth and moaned. This couldn’t possibly be just a dream. She didn’t know what it was. A glimpse of the future? When her lips had been removed from his she saw his chest. Scars that looked like tattoos littered his chest and went to his back, wrapped around his arms and went down below his waistline into the void beyond his pants.

When her eyes reached down, she could feel her own lower half pull together. She then closed her eyes tightly and forced herself to speak.

“Where-” As soon as she spoke, everything crumbled and she panicked.

Her eyes shot open and with a huff, she screamed in frustration and hit the sides of her bed.

“Oh my god! This is fucking ridiculous!” She Kicked her sheets across the room and lifted herself up.

“That asshole…” The only reason she was frustrated was that she was left on a cliffhanger every night. She went to go shower in anger and possibly have an imaginary conversation in her head.

Meanwhile, Destroyer had his own midlife crisis. He sat on the edge of his bed with his eyes closed. He could see her. Only bits and pieces from whatever he had but he wanted to keep whatever was there in mind.

She was smiling, her eyes gleaming with some type of joy and love and then her hair was her natural curl and down past her shoulders. She looked absolutely stunning and the sun in the background didn’t even compare to her. She outshined anything that shined her way.

He eventually had to open his eyes and his fantasy was gone. He was in, yet another, empty, quiet, lonely room. The only thing in sight was mistress, his spider. He let out a sigh and stood from his bed and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself, what he saw was disappointing.

Yes, he was gorgeous, his physical features had everyone flaunting, anyone interested that is. He didn’t see himself as that sexy man that people would speak about. What he saw in the mirror was a skinny bone ridden corpse. His face was sullen and his hair was thin. He couldn’t stand to look at himself, but he had to.

He couldn’t find a way to fix himself. He didn’t even feel worthy to come back and be who he was supposed to be. He balled his fist and gritted his teeth. He held his breath and it took only mere seconds to realize the glass was not broken with blood on the impact target of the cracked mirror. His fist stood by his side and glass shards into his hand.

He took a breath and looked down at his bloodied fist. He watched as the glass sharped popped out onto the sink and ground as he healed. He didn’t feel anything. He couldn’t feel anything. He didn’t know what it blames it on. He wanted to blame what he’s been through, but he was the one who brought all his past options to light. All he did was make things worse for himself. It’s what he felt anyway.

He thought coming back would make him feel better, but it only seemed to deem him unworthy of her. It didn’t change anything. He grabbed a towel from his closet and placed it over every mirror in his room.

“I...can’t stand to look at me.” He stated to himself through the last mirror as he covered it. He knew already that he disliked looking at himself, but now it got way out of control. He wanted to fix this but didn’t know how and decided to work on it when he could.

He dropped down onto his bed and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to dream of anything and tried not to think as he fell back into a sleep.

It seemed like five minutes before his eyes opened and what he saw wasn’t a dream. It was Caroline. At this point, he didn’t know what the hell was going on and sunk into his sheets.

“Before you say anything! I just got here, I know this is weird. I wasn’t expecting to...be...in this...position.” She slowly seemed to realize once more what the hell she was doing.

“I literally wanted to come in to...talk but I knew you would push me out if I asked so I decided to just...stradle you.” She almost lost her train of thought and regained it.

“You really are that...dumb enough to sneak into my room, straddle me and wake me?” He asked her sternly and she shook her head.

“No. I’m brave and determined. We haven’t spoken in like two days and every time I try I can’t because I want to know you. I need to get to know you and you have to let me do it.” She gulped and tapped her acrylic nails against her arm as she folded them.

He couldn’t resist her determination and he laid his head back.

“Fine.” He told her and it took a second before she slid off of his waist and beside him sitting up

“I can ask you?”

“Yes.” She nodded and closed her eyes.

‘Oh no...what to ask…’

“I want to know...what’s it like...living in hell.” She could see him flinch at her question and he shifted to make his back to her.

“It was hell.” He told her and she pushed him gently.

“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, talk to me?” She heard him groan and she leaned in to listen.

He sat up and looked at her. She tried not to stare at the obvious physical distractions and he popped his neck before looking at her. She smelled wonderful. It was a beautiful smell that was mixed with dark berries and fruit.

“Okay...Hell is broken up into...parts? Ranks really. The hounds, me, are the second lowest. It’s the souls, us, and then more and more but all hellhounds have the same...goal?” She was very surprised. She thought this would be harder but he was giving her everything so easily. She was worried of course.

“We only knew of our orders. Guard the evil souls or whatever. Keep them in line. Scare them. It was a society, dystopian of course. I didn’t learn what it was until some time ago. I...Yeah. It was a funny word when I first heard it. I was about...thirteen thousand years old. It was my first time guarding, my first patrol and it was some humans...nasty ones. They were in their cells and they screamed that they wanted something...they were innocent. They said I all the time and I wasn’t a word that they taught us. I wanted to ask about it but I never did and it became lost. Then years...so many years ago I said it and everything came down.” His breathing seemed to stop as he spoke.

She watched him stop breathing as he spoke and she placed her hand onto his. She could feel it, the inch he pulled away from her and he breathed again.

“Sorry, I just….keep going.” She urged on and he looked at her hand.

“Yeah...yeah...the hounds….at least I was... I was always...hurt. Whenever I.... I would do something wrong I would hurt. We would be forced to hurt our own selves. I never...I never went a day without being downgraded-” He felt himself tip back just a bit and the aroma of her invaded him. She held him tightly and he slowly moved an arm around her waist.

“I’m so sorry…” He was confused. Why did she hug him? She retracted and wiped his cheek. His eyes widened for a moment and felt his cheeks. He was crying, he didn’t even know he began to cry.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to cry…” She shook her head and moved from his bed.

“I’ll let you go to sleep...i’m sorry for sneaking in.” He looked at her and gripped her hand as if he didn’t want to leave. She looked at him and then looked around his room. She decided to stay and sat on his bed. He didn’t say anything and rubbed her hand and she leaned close.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s my fault.” She leaned her head onto his shoulder and he stayed looking down. They just stayed in the same position for almost an hour before she reached up and kissed his cheek. He moved quickly and kissed her out of instinct. She was even surprised and decided to go along with whatever he wanted, as long as it did not go past this.

This time, he felt his tears go down his cheeks and not hers. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He’s done it before. He’s been in an emotional state and whoever was close was always the one to soothe him. He gripped her waist and quickly but gently moved her diagonal from him. Her legs were across his, and his chest crossed hers with his hands laced through her hair and her hands against his shoulders. For once, she wanted to keep that experience feeling she had with him. She wanted to keep it at bay and she saw this wasn’t right.

Her own cheeks had been soaked with his tears and he abruptly removed his lips. His forehead on her collarbone. He released her and lifted himself from her chest. He looked away and wiped his face.

“Can you leave? Please?” He asked and she laid surprised for a moment.

“Leave?” She asked and he nodded.

“Please.” He begged her one more time and she lifted up off of his legs.

“I’ll...come back later okay?” She promised and he nodded. She walked away from him and watched as he turned from her.

‘Why am I so attracted to him.’ She thought to herself. She knew he was attractive, but she didn’t understand why now she was solely attracted to how he is.

She eventually left is room and for a moment she placed her head onto the door and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and looked to the side and there stood Jughead smirking.

“Oh my god...what are you doing up?” She whispered and all he did was a smirk and sneak into his room.

“Shit...Jughead!” She groaned as she saw him escape.

She groaned and walked back to her room and laid down. She had never seen a grown man cry before, much less feel comfortable crying in front of her, even while kissing her he was crying.

This made her want to hold him instead of being in his pants less now. He wasn’t...but is still, that big man she would play with at the park. She knew him deeper than she thought and it was crazy.

She didn’t know what to do about it. A soft sigh escaped her mouth and laid down with him on her mind. She wanted to just take him into her arms and comfort him.

“Okay...enough.” She said to herself and pressed her face into her pillow. It took a quick moment to fall asleep.