DIRTBAG – WesGhost
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Something keeps banging somewhere, disturbing my messy nightmares, my unpeaceful sleep.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
"Achilles,open!"
"What the fuck?" I growl as I turn under my sheets, throwing a pillow across the room.
Wait. He's not actually inside the room.
I yawn, mumbling some insults as I slowly get out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
Unlocking my door, I hold it ajar, only showing my face to Wren. I kind of assumed it was him since he's my only roommate.
"Yes?" I croak, squinting from the daylight shining brighter in the hallway.
He pushes in. "Where the hell have you been?"
Hurrying to the window, he opens the curtains, and I put my forearm in front of my eyes.
"Whoa. More love, less aggression, please."
He looks around the room. "Have you been holed up in here since the party on Friday?"
"Have I?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"It's Monday, Achilles."
His eyes scan the sheets of music scattered around the room, the takeout boxes, the violin, the keyboard, the viola…and I even brought the cello from the music room in the basement.
"Wait, did you write music?" The surprise in his tone shows he already knows the answer.
I run a hand through my hair, desperately attempting to tame it. The feeling of satisfaction that’s slithering through my veins almost makes me hard.
I. Fucking. Composed.
For two days and two nights, my mind was filled with a melody I couldn't make sense of until I put it down on paper.
I gather the sheets on my bed. They're crumpled from falling asleep on them. Some are ripped because they were shit, and I never want to see them again. But some are absolute gold. My best work yet.
Letting my eyes roam over the first one, I throw the second one to the side because it's worth nothing, and then count the rest.
"I've got three amazing pages," I say calmly, even though something is already coming alive inside me. "Of solo part."
"Achilles, that's amazing," Wren says excitedly. "You're back. What happened?"
Images of Nyx Mayer play in front of me as I stare off at my desk. Her wide brown eyes filled with tears, the sound of her sobs, the way her cheeks felt when I painted them with her palpable emotions. Her mouth tasted of bubblegum, and her pussy tightened so fucking beautifully around my fingers when she came. That's the damage I did with one simple tie aroundher neck. Imagine all the possibilities that could open to me if I found out more about her. If I knew about all her fears.
Less than an hour with her inspired a few minutes of my best work. What would happen if I could spend more time tormenting her?
A masterpiece. That's what would happen. A fuckingtreasure.
"Achilles?"
I snap back to reality, looking back at my friend, and shrug. "I don't know. Just got inspired."
