Feral foxes

all of a sudden you hear a voice, its deep and incoherent. you’re well aware that Lottie doesn’t sound like that, and it makes you all the more curious. your panic freezes you, but you dont stay still for long when you hear your lovers distinct laugh through the relatively thin walls.

you know that Lottie doesn’t hang out with any guys, or at least she hasn’t told you so. curiosity is actively killing the cat the closer you step towards her bedroom door, where all the muffled words unravel from, they creep between the cracks and seep into your mind as they empty it and leave it dry. a frown has been plastered across your face, subconscious, unbeknownst your knowledge.

the door isn’t fully closed, you have a clear view of a strangers back. a plain tee and what looks like a pair of trousers, his hair is just as short as any other guys and he seems comfortable and.. confident? Lottie’s in the presence of a guy and he feels confident???

you can see him as he slightly rocks back and forth, it reminds you of a toddler that can’t sit still, for a moment you disassociate as he speaks, everything muffled as you fume and simultaneously wet your own cheeks down from across the hall. Lotties voice snaps you back into reality.

“you know,” she starts, low and warm. you can hear the bed shuffle as she shifts, half her face and some strands of her long, dark hair coming into view as she leans in to him “i’ve never been with a guy before.”

at that moment you should’ve yelled, should’ve said something, anything! but you just couldn’t. you were paralysed, like there were phantom chains holding you mute in place. watching. you were rendered to a fly on the wall, anticipating to see the true colours of just who you’ve had so close to you all along.

“really?” he asks her, cocky and smug. prideful to be her first as he leans forward to her too. how gullible he is, what a sweet liar she seems. she always knew how to make her peers feel special. he blocks her out of your view, but you know she’s only moving closer, her hand is on his shoulder as she giggles like a bimbo before assuring him of his feat.

“really, it’s true..” she tells him as she gently rubs his shoulder, leaning further in to him as he spews some stupid fucking joke. your blood is boiling in your veins and your tears are setting your cheeks alight. his voice now sounds like nothing more than the annoying and constant buzz of a bug.

you aren’t sure what happens in between then and now, one moment you were drinking up the sight of Lotties hand on his shoulder, and the next she’s peeking from the side of his neck and making direct eye contact with you.

she’s pecking on his neck and he’s letting her feel him on her tongue, all soft and sweet like she’s supposed to be doing with you— instead wasted on some stupid fucking man. he grunts and whimpers before you see her wink at you.

what the fuck is going on

in a moment, you hear a deafening scream of the stranger man, your hands shot up to covers your ears as he screams what sounds like endless curse words at your girlfriend. all you see is red.

all warmth from anger, fear, and crying has been drained from your face within an instant. you look like you’ve seen a ghost, and thats because you just saw someone become nothing more than just that.

it doesn’t take long before she detaches from the half-dead man, and it doesn’t take much longer before he falls limp onto her bed. a man is dead on your girlfriends bed.