The howling wind outside the bedroom window brought Holly out of her deep slumber. She scanned the house and realized that Andrew was nowhere to be found. That wasn't her concern right now. She had much bigger fish to fry. She needed to have sex with someone and fast.
Holly took a shower using her very expensive conditioner. The one that made her hair glow like the sun itself. After she got out of the shower, she peered at herself in the mirror. And what she saw was hideous. Don't get me wrong, she recognized her own natural beauty, but what made her feel so overwhelmingly repulsed was the bits of pink at the ends of her hair.
She could still feel it sometimes. The burning. She seemed to feel it all over again whenever she would look at that god forsaken pink.
Holly grasped a pair of scissors from inside the cabinet and cleaved off every speck of pink she could see. She threw it in a bag and tossed it in the back alley. All the while, breathing unsteadily.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Air filled her lungs and then flowed out her mouth in a massive sigh.
Holly put away the scissors and got dressed for her day of promiscuity. She wore a black dress with a red cardigan over it that rested at her elbows. She put on a small black choker with a broken red heart at the front of it. And lastly she braided her long blonde hair and set it to rest over her shoulder.
Holly began to feel extremely thirsty and went to grab a bottle of water from her fridge. Unfortunately, when she looked, she discovered she had run out entirely. She groaned, then looked at her bank balance on her phone. Since the man she once called her father had decided to use her brother's death for financial gain, she decided to cut all ties with him. Although Holly lost a lot on paper, she didn't really use her father's money all too much anyway. She certainly didn't use it on her house. She knew she might eventually want to cut things off and so she refrained from putting herself in a situation that she couldn't fix on her own. However, things were still a bit tight sometimes. Hence, why she had to see if she could afford a pack of water bottles.
Luckily, she could. Holly put on a pair of black leather boots to complete her look and then went out to go to the store. While she was on her way, she got stuck in traffic for a while. She was starting to feel pretty bored and agitated when she noticed something that made her absolutely furious.
"motherfucker!" Holly yelled as she saw her boyfriend and his friend ride past her on their bikes.
"Bitch!" The man in the next lane yelled back, alerting Holly to the fact that her windows were open.
A couple hours later, Marcus came home from his trip on his bike. Man, what's gotten into him. Marcus thought to himself. He seems like a total wreck.
Marcus walked on in and was greeted by his mom.
"Sweetie! You're home!" Marcus's mom shouted, showering him with copious amounts of hugs and kisses.
"Mom, I'm almost twenty-two…" Marcus said, exhausted by the whole thing.
"Hey, you're never too old to be my little Huggabug!"
"Yeah…" Marcus said, hugging back.
"Oh… I almost forgot! You got a visitor!" The plump middle aged woman said gleefully.
"I do?" Marcus asked, confused because he hadn't invited anyone.
Marcus walked up a flight of stairs and went to his bedroom. What he found deeply shocked him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Marcus scoffed at Holly.
"Just come in and close the door…" Holly responded without considering Marcus's discomfort.
"How did you even get my mom to let you in here? I never let people in my room!" Marcus shouted angrily.
"Quiet down, or else you'll regret it…I told your mom I was your girlfriend and she let me in no problem."
"What…What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?" Marcus said noticeably quieter.
Holly took out her phone and opened up her photo gallery. She turned her phone around to show a certain photo to Marcus. One that shocked and confused him to his core.
"What the hell?"
The image was of Holly laying naked on the very same bed she was sitting on now. The room was fairly visible. It would've been easy for anyone that knew Marcus to tell that it was his bedroom.
"You're gonna do exactly as I say now… okay? If you don't, I'm gonna show this to Andrew. I'm sure he'd never forgive you."
"Give me that!" Marcus grabbed Holly's phone harshly and began poking around, trying to delete the photo.
"Just so you know, I sent that to the cloud and then logged out of my account. Deleting it there will do absolutely nothing."
Marcus clenched his teeth.
"What do you want with me?!"
"It's simple." Holly said before slowly stripping in a fashion that would be tantalizing if it weren't for how psychotic her behavior was, "I just need you to put it in me…"
"You gotta be kidding me… I can't say I'm surprised. I always knew you were a whore."
"I don't need your opinions, just give me your body already. If you don't I might even tell Andrew you raped me."
Marcus stood for a moment, analyzing his options.
"Fine. But don't expect me to be all that for you."
Marcus jerked it thinking about anything other than Holly to get hard and then got on top of her in the bed.
"Put it in." Holly said impatiently.
Surprisingly, it felt good to Marcus. Holly moaned and he pumped harder in response. He enjoyed himself. Then they were done.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Holly said, putting her clothes back on.
Marcus looked at her with a mix of intense emotions. Guilt, pleasure, and who knows what else.
He pointed towards the door.
"Please just leave…"
"Do you know why I came here?"
Marcus looked into her eyes.
"I wanted to defile you. And show you how terrible you are, even to the people you think you care about most. I cheated, but I know I'm like that. I accept it, but now you have to deal with the fact that you're a bad person too. Good luck!"
Holly left slamming the door behind her. Marcus sat processing what had happened and then began to weep.
Later that night, Marcus's mom dialed Andrew's number to tell him the worst news imaginable. She didn't want to talk about it. No, she didn't even want to think about it. But she knew the people Marcus cared about most needed to know.
"Hello? Is this Andrew Balmen?" The mourning woman said, keeping her composer as best she could.
"Yeah?" the young man on the other end of the line replied.
"My son…he…he passed away a couple hours ago. I knew you were good friends… so I thought you would be one of the first people he would've wanted to know… Hello? ...Hello? …You there?"