Burn, Baby, Burn by Michael Seale (Chapter 16)

 Chapter 16

Forgotten

The sun shone through the window, waking me up; Sammie lay turned away from me. Oh, shit, my hand hurt, I thought. It throbbed. I rolled over, not wanting to wake her. Inspecting my blood crusted hand. 

“What the hell?” I said aloud and stood up. Blood was everywhere. All over the sheets, me, her. 

Sam stirred. “What’s going on?” she asked, holding her head in her hands, trying to wake up. 

I stared at her as she yawned. The blanket fell away, exposing her naked skin. She hadn’t seen it yet. She stretched; her blood-stained chest had dried brown.  

She screamed. Sam ran towards the bathroom, slamming the door. 

“What the fuck?” she yelled. 

I stood dumbfounded. I looked at myself in the standalone mirror in the corner. Off the one corner hung beads and necklaces, a black bra hung off the over side. I wasn’t sure what to think as I stared at myself. 

The blood had come from a cut in my hand, but it wasn’t there last night, I know that. I know that as a cook; I burn and cut myself sometimes, but not like this. And I hadn’t cut myself in such a long time. 

My reflection was horrifying. Blood crusted my hand and stained my chest, smears streaked across my stomach and over my dick. It was sickening. I looked to the bed; a dark stain had appeared where I had slept. 

I knocked on the door to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running. 

“What the hell do you want?” Sam yelled over the water. I tried to open the door, but she had locked it. 

“Sam, I cut my hand. I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry; maybe I cut it on something in the night. I can’t remember.”

She turned the water off and opened the door. Her stare cut through me, as if she didn’t believe me. Now wrapped in a towel, she waited.

“I don’t know what happened.”

“You look disgusting… Sorry, I hate blood.”

“Just let me jump under the shower and then we can talk about what happened. I can’t remember half of the night.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“No, no. I remember that, but I can’t remember what happened after. I thought I fell asleep.”

The water rushed over my body. I tried and tried to remember what had happened. It didn’t come to me. It stained the floor of the tub a rusty brown with blood. The warm water felt good. A hangover was there, though. My head pounded from the alcohol while my hand throbbed from the deep cut. It stung as the soap flowed over it. 

I dried off with the same towel as Sam had. Since, I couldn’t find another one. Oh, how I hate the feeling of a damp towel after a great shower. 

I rubbed some toothpaste on a finger of my uncut hand and tried to brush my teeth as well as I could. In the meantime, Sam had stripped her bed of the sheets. They lay in a pile by the door. There was a stain on her mattress.

“When did you cut your hand,” she asked as I walked out of the bathroom.

“I have no idea. I really can’t remember past the sex.”

“Which time?”

“What do you mean which time? We only did it once.”

“No, we slept for a while; I woke up to you touching me. You were crazy. It was as if you wanted to push through me. You even had your hands around my neck. At first it kinda freaked me out, but… I kinda liked it. Kinky.”

“What? I don’t remember any of that.”

“Seriously? That was some of the best sex of my life and you don’t remember?”

I rubbed my head with my good hand. I really can’t recall what happened, I told her. She looked at my hand. The cut was deep, but it wasn’t bleeding. 

“Is Tom still here?” I asked her.

“No, I went to check, while you were in the shower. He left or maybe you cut him up and cooked him.” She said jokingly. 

“Yeah, exactly,” I said. “Shit, I wish I knew what happened. I’ll ask Tom later if he heard anything.”

I still had the towel wrapped around my waist. She had dressed her hair was still a mess, but she looked cute. Not as hot as Kimber or Trish, but she was cute. 

Shit, I thought about Kimber; she was definitely mad at me. She left in such a tizzy last night. Maybe Sam was right, and she wanted more. What did she want I wondered? I’ll never understand, I suppose. She probably doesn’t know either.

“Hello. Are you there?” Sam poked at me playfully. 

“Yeah, sorry, I was just trying to figure out what happened last night.”

“I’ll tell you what happened.” She pulled on my towel and brought my lips to hers. I was naked again before I knew it.