STOP CALLING ME SEXY DAMN IT!!!, chapter 3
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Kyla's POV
I woke up with a killer headache. I looked arond and studied my surroundings. I saw a bed, dresser, desk, and closet. I realized I was in a bedrom. Remembering I was in Mike's house, I assumed I was in his bedroom. I saw a figure looking at me from inside the closet. I tried to stand, but couldn't. I started feeling the tight bondage of ropes cutting off circulation to my arm. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw Billie.
My arms started to feel numb. I scooted over somewhat noisily towards Billie. He looked up, his eyes making it clear he was sorry this happened to me. Finally reaching him, I opened my mouth.
"Are you okay? Why are you here? Mike said-"
"Mike said a lot of things. Unfortunately the abduction was by him. He was so pissed when he found out I slept with you."
I nodded, my hair swinging forward into my face. There was a snapping noise, and Billie pulled his left arm from behind him. He soon pulled out the right, and stepped away from the chair with ease.
He pulled out a pocketknife and started hacking at the ropes that bound me to the chair. 10 minutes later I was free. Bending down to grab a peace of rope, I left my ass in the open. Billie smacked it, and I jumped.
"Couldn't resist," He said simply.
My face was a bright red, I could tell. I liked Billie and all, but now was not the time nor the place. I told him so. He nodded, and I tied my hair in a ponytail using the rope.
I peeked out the door and saw the floor littered with beer cans. I looked downstairs and saw Mike on the couch with what looked like a prostitute. I motioned for Billie to come into the hallway with me.
"How light a sleeper is Mike?" I whispered.
"Very light. Make sure we dont make a sound when we're on the stairs and first floor," was his reply. I looked at the ground. There were so many beer cans, you couldn't really see the floor.
"You'd think he'd hire a maid," I said.
We were about 50 feet away from the front door, when the worst thing happened. "What the hell? Who the fuck are you?" Said a sleepy Mike. We turned on our heels slowly. Mike was talking to a ficas, "No I don't want your milk."
I silently laughed as Billie and I walked towards our escape. I slowly opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. Billie silently shut the door. We ran down the street and stopped at a side alley.
"I can't beleive we made it. Does Mike talk in his sleep a lot?" I questioned, panting from the running.
Then we heard the sirens. Billie grabbed my hand jumped onto the fire escape for the nearest apartment complex. "No. He never does and never has," he said.
I woke up with a killer headache. I looked arond and studied my surroundings. I saw a bed, dresser, desk, and closet. I realized I was in a bedrom. Remembering I was in Mike's house, I assumed I was in his bedroom. I saw a figure looking at me from inside the closet. I tried to stand, but couldn't. I started feeling the tight bondage of ropes cutting off circulation to my arm. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw Billie.
My arms started to feel numb. I scooted over somewhat noisily towards Billie. He looked up, his eyes making it clear he was sorry this happened to me. Finally reaching him, I opened my mouth.
"Are you okay? Why are you here? Mike said-"
"Mike said a lot of things. Unfortunately the abduction was by him. He was so pissed when he found out I slept with you."
I nodded, my hair swinging forward into my face. There was a snapping noise, and Billie pulled his left arm from behind him. He soon pulled out the right, and stepped away from the chair with ease.
He pulled out a pocketknife and started hacking at the ropes that bound me to the chair. 10 minutes later I was free. Bending down to grab a peace of rope, I left my ass in the open. Billie smacked it, and I jumped.
"Couldn't resist," He said simply.
My face was a bright red, I could tell. I liked Billie and all, but now was not the time nor the place. I told him so. He nodded, and I tied my hair in a ponytail using the rope.
I peeked out the door and saw the floor littered with beer cans. I looked downstairs and saw Mike on the couch with what looked like a prostitute. I motioned for Billie to come into the hallway with me.
"How light a sleeper is Mike?" I whispered.
"Very light. Make sure we dont make a sound when we're on the stairs and first floor," was his reply. I looked at the ground. There were so many beer cans, you couldn't really see the floor.
"You'd think he'd hire a maid," I said.
We were about 50 feet away from the front door, when the worst thing happened. "What the hell? Who the fuck are you?" Said a sleepy Mike. We turned on our heels slowly. Mike was talking to a ficas, "No I don't want your milk."
I silently laughed as Billie and I walked towards our escape. I slowly opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. Billie silently shut the door. We ran down the street and stopped at a side alley.
"I can't beleive we made it. Does Mike talk in his sleep a lot?" I questioned, panting from the running.
Then we heard the sirens. Billie grabbed my hand jumped onto the fire escape for the nearest apartment complex. "No. He never does and never has," he said.
