《Fallen》3- Trusting
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Today's event keeps me at the bay and after what happened I stop the bleeding by applying pressure with a clean, dry cloth then thoroughly cleanse with soap and water and covered the affected area with a nonstick bandage.
I feel like a flower ready to be picked up at any moment and that scares me the most.
I wanted to seem to seek emergency medical attention but I have a feeling in the gut that something might go wrong,
In cases like this, the first thing to do is tell someone and I'm doing the direct opposite of that.
Judith, one of the senior staff admin, Kristen, and most of the people I work with today manage to see the bandaged hand but I brush off the discussion with a fancy alibi of clumsiness.
The entire day I did my routine and even though I can't think straight I never show any tardiness even I feel throbbing pain.
To ease my mind I went to the security and Ask about that person was liable so I could take precautions but as I exaggerate his face to them they can't seem to find him even on CCTV or even recognize his presence.
Something is so odd but my instincts say to shrug off the idea. I concentrated on the patients until I'm finally at my 6 pm off.
"Bye Nelson," I tap the head guard on the back. He's such a sweetheart. His attitude is such a nice father which I crave for.
He offered a sweet smile and bid me farewell as I took a cab to deliver me to my home. Exactly a 25-minute ride on a bus and 20 on a taxi.
Why I don't own a car? Simple. I bought first a lovely place.
Home alone in sweet home.
I manage to have this place after a friend of mine from college became a real estate agent and pitch me this. I made major refurbishments and added some of my touches as I made some sketches of the outcome. Then finally after 3 months, it paid off. I've received compliments and have been asked how I manage to do so. Honestly, I told them I just watch YouTube tutorials and they will crack into a chuckle.
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I wasn't even joking when I said that. But I did watch tutorials and I did contribute to the manpower work almost by 40%.
A vibration from my bag startled me, I pick up my phone knowing it was an apprehensive mother calling.
"Yes, Mrs. White?" She started talking fast almost mumbling I shake my head in understanding and some annoyance.
"Calm down Mrs.white.take a deep breath, close your eyes, focus on," I put my bag on the table nearby.
" help your weak muscles relax while you picture yourself in a happy place. think of what you love to be. Do you have the lavender oil near you?"
My instructions are repetitive as she calls me this past week practically every day. I can feel she's already much better as she steadies her breathing.
"Put some on your forearm and breath in the scent and please don't forget your chamomile tea".
She's calm and collected.
" thank you, Kalen".
that's all she said after and I'm grateful that she's fine. I ended the call and slumped at a seat on the terrace after doing nothing for 10 minutes I took the key to my hanging plant and open the door.
I went straight to my coffee corner to make a fueled iced coffee because I can and I will drink so.
If heaven has a coffee, I hope they have this. Then proceed to make some food from what I bought in the grocery.
Practically dying for Korean food so it's noodles with soo many side dishes that felt so delicious while watching some news.
I don't have a healthy eating pattern just love whatever I crave and that means getting a tub of ice cream because I feel stressed and anxious.
Ben & jerry's salted caramel you're the best.
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It melts in my mouth while I turn off the tv and just play some music on my phone. I feel I'm so full and not wanting to sleep with a heavy-duty stomach I said goodbye to the tub in the fridge. Cleanse me in a warm shower, wear some pajamas then replace the bandage on my hand, and head to my sacred room.
Ahhhhh, I moan. This is the safest place aside from my family.
"This is incredible," I told myself. After watching some youtube content and looking at the clock that screams 10 pm I put everything off and allow my
self for a good rest in my abode.
For a Goodnight, sleep will allow me a good job tomorrow.
As I close my eyes I saw something out in the darkness hover over me until I enter the realm of Morpheus.
I could never forget the way her eyes went wide when I bite her the first time at the function to which I was an honorary guest. Sure I was late but sometimes things get in the way.
I'm quite disappointed that she covered my amazing bite mark, ill just have to teach her that those are decorations.
I touch her tame face.
So soft and with 6 tiny moles that are skillfully crafted in her face which id like to bite off if it weren't making her even lovely and her soft thin rosy pink lips that are plastered.
Just look at that.
I can't wait to have my cock inside that lips with her mouth sticking out and filled with my cum mixed with her lovely screams.
Just think about the scene that makes my crotch hard and I can't wait. but they say good things come to those who wait but a little squeeze of her ample breast won't spoil so I crept my hands inside her shirt and gave my mounds some good massage for them to be used to me then strip her bare.
I can't help the lewd plans I have for her. Seeing her was such a delight but to have her is no hurry. Plans have to be made, things to handle, procedures to care and places to fortify. Waiting for 2 years was excruciating but I have to establish first who I am and what I'm capable of.
I can't take it anymore as I feel I might explode in my pants. The gas in her body will last for exactly 10 more minutes and that's enough until I paint this house of hers with my pleasure.
I gotta admire my girl is a crafty and talented one. she just continues to explore things that she might find out how. She will do wonders for me.
I flick her hair up and how it feels so vibrant with that two-toned hair color she has. I started to strip down to nothing and showered her with nipping kisses on the neck so I'm pretty sure it will leave some mark and tied her hands securely above her head, letting her dangle from the plank above then put a gag on her mouth.
Don't want to wake up some neighbors with her screams, right?
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