My head snaps back in shock, “The fuck?”
But my best friend just laughs, “Stop acting like a kid who just had his favorite toy stolen.”
“I did just have my favorite toy stolen.”
With a roll of his eyes, he stands, “Excuse me, I have a date with my wife that isn’t worth missing for you fuckers.”
He walks passed us, clapping me on the shoulder as he goes but before he disappears to find Olivia, he pokes his head back in, “Stay out of my fucking whiskey.”
Of course, the moment he’s gone, it’s the first thing I go for.
Fucker took my fun, so I’ll take his alcohol.
Chapter Six
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
If I’d known rearranging my bedroom at three A.M would unleash a fucking monster into my apartment I might have reconsidered my decision. But hindsight is a bitch, so they say and now my bedroom is a fucking mess and there’s a beast sitting in the corner of my bedroom with eight legs and eyes I swear can see right into my soul.
That fucking thing may as well have its own zip code.It has fucking kneecaps.
“I need you,” I cry into the phone the moment Sebastian answers. It’s been three days since he brought me home from the club after going all cave man possessive on me and while I’d wanted to make him stew a little bit longer, the giant spider has twisted my arminto calling him sooner.
“I’m coming,” He immediately replies. I can hear him shuffling, as if he’s getting up off the couch and rushing to get to me. It makes me feel a little bit bad about all the messages from him I’ve ignored.
“Hurry,” My voice breaks.
“I’m coming, Red,” He promises, no questions, “I’m at home so I’ll be five minutes.”
Look. I’m fully aware a spider should not have me in hysterics, I know I am fully playing into the whole damsel in distress cliché, but that thing really is the size of a rat. I shudder as I watch one of those legs twitch against my carpet, as if it’s contemplating making a run for me.
If it runs and hides, I’ll have to sell the place. Or burn it.
“Red!?” Sebastian yells and I jump, coming out of the stare off with the spider, “What happened? What do you need?”
“Just hurry,” I cry, “Please.”
“Two minutes.” He promises.
I shift my weight from foot to foot where I’m balancing on top of the dresser, holding my cell to my ear in a death grip. I’m sweaty, dressed in a tiny pair of shorts and a tee with holes in it and I really need a damn shower.
It feels like an age goes by before I hear shoes thumping against the tiles on the other side of my door and then Sebastian slams his way in, gun drawn, a mix of rage and concern etched into every line of his face.
“What is it?” He growls, “Where are they!?”
His eyes find me on the dresser and his brows twitch in confusion, “Red?”
I point to the monstrosity in the corner, and I watch the fight physically leave Sebastian’s body. His shoulder’s lower and he closes his eyes as he drops the gun and pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
I feel like he’s counting to five before addressing me again.
“You called me, in hysterics, at three in the morning, because of aspider?”
“Have you seen it!?” I defend, “It’s going to eat me!”
He closes his eyes again, and counts again, this time I can see him counting.
“It’s a spider, Willow.”
