“You’re not leaving this house, Rue!”
“Oh my god, Mom, I just got back!
I wanna go see my friends; they probably think I’m dead or something!”
“No, you’re not going anywhere because you’re acting shifty and I don’t trust you for a second!”
“So what?
I’m just a prisoner!?”
“No, you can leave if you take a drug test.”
“Oh, so now there are conditions for my release!”
“Yes, because you’ve shown at every turn you’re unreliable!”
“FUCK YOU!”
I opened the front door just to hear another one slam shut, and I suppressed a sigh, ‘I should have taken the long way home.’
Walking in, I peered down the hallway and found my mother standing in front of Rue’s door like she could will the wood out of existence.
For a moment I debated saying anything, but I decided staying silent was better for both our sakes and walked into the kitchen.
I poured myself a glass of water and generally just waited around, wasting time until I heard my mother walk into her room.
Moving from the kitchen, I walked one door past her room before raising my hand and tapping on the wood in a specific pattern.
“Come in.”
After the muffled reply, I opened the door and stepped inside.
“Caught the end of their screaming match…How are you holding up?”
Gia looked over at me from her bed, her eyes wide and glistening with a fragility that made me almost uncomfortable.
“I wanted things to be different…just for a day.”
I stood by the door for a second before letting out a long sigh, “I’m sorry…I should have been here at least so you didn’t have to deal with that shit alone.”
“It’s fine…I don’t blame you…I know why you don’t want to see her,” Gia said as she sat up and patted the edge of her bed, “Do you wanna sit?”
“No, I’m still all nasty from the gym,” I answered with a shake of my head, “Just wanted to check on you and make sure you’re alright.”
Gia nodded before looking at me again with those eyes of hers, “You should go talk to her…even with everything that happened, what she said…it’s probably eating her up inside.”
I sniffed and glanced away, “If she wants to apologize, she can, but I’m not going to her looking for pity.”
“Okay,” Gia said, unable to hide all of the disappointment she felt, “Thanks for checking in with me, though.”
“No problem,” I mumbled before backing out of her room.
Standing in the hallway, I stared at Rue’s door for a heartbeat before shaking my head and going on about my day, desperate to get into the shower and let the water wash away my thoughts and the grime on my body.
Locking the bathroom door behind me, I turned on the shower, waiting for it to get hot as I took off all of my clothes and stood in front of the mirror.
The first time I had seen my new body, I was surprised, even with all the trauma and mental issues, that my memories didn’t include a single girlfriend or even a single ounce of attention from the opposite sex.
Because for all of his faults, Adrian Bennet was not an unattractive man, quite the opposite.
Light brown skin and an angular face with sharp-cut features, two startlingly bright amber colored eyes, a strong nose, and long, curly raven hair that reached past his shoulders.
Not only that, but this summer had brought about a long-overdue growth spurt, making him shoot up to a staggering 6’4 after being relegated to 5’11 for the majority of high school.
In addition to the power of raging teenage growth hormones, consistently working out had stacked on a noticeable amount of muscle over the summer, filling out his lean body and broad shoulders with sculpted muscles.
Flexing in the mirror, I let myself admire my physique more than the aesthetics of the ropes of muscles coiling under my skin; there was an addictive sense of control in getting the exact results I wanted.
Though, of course, being in a body raging with testosterone and a slew of other hormones came with other effects.
Grabbing my phone, I opened an incognito window and in two seconds I had access to a functionally endless collection of porn.
Just a glance was enough to send my heart racing and blood flowing through my body.
Over the past two weeks, the intensity and frequency of my urges had skyrocketed, to the point where I knew that it went beyond just normal teenage hormones.
There was something more than the instinctual drive of every living thing to mate and reproduce
Like a devil on my shoulder, those dark, aberrant thoughts infiltrated my mind every time I glanced at a woman just going about her day.
The voice had found a new way to influence me through my raging sexuality.
The thing was, the thoughts and voice didn’t belong to me.
Instead, I would hear how badly the cute girl behind the cash register with braces wanted me to pin her down and eat her pussy out until she was seeing stars.
Or how that one girl at the gym with thighs thick enough to crush a watermelon wanted to wrestle naked until I ended up tiring her out and mounting her like a bitch in heat.
It was as if the voices were telling me their darkest and deepest desires.
Consciously, I knew that it was almost certainly a recurring hallucination, a figment of my twisted imagination and psyche.
I knew that not every girl was desperate to be fucked, choked, spanked, and spit-roasted like pornstars I watched on my phone.
But exploring a couple of online forums and kink spaces showed me that there were more than a handful of people who shared the same interest as I did.
There was no shortage of men and women begging to be dominated, personal accounts of how a complete stranger had said the right thing at the right moment, and before the person knew it, they were in the bathroom, pinned against the wall with their legs spread wide open.
And when I read those kinds of things, I couldn’t help but wonder if the dark whispers in my mind were right and telling me that exact set of words that needed to be said.
The magic phrase that would give me complete control over a stranger and have them give themselves to me, mind, body, and soul.
And that aspect of control was something that had been missing in both of my previous lives…Meaning I craved it more than anything else.
I let out a grunt that echoed in my chest as I felt the familiar surge of heat through my crotch, and I quickly moved over to the toilet, knowing that it would be pointless trying to catch everything I had stored in a tissue.
That was another thing that tempted me to feed into the hypersexual mania; physiologically, it seemed that I was designed for it, a natural-born stud.
Again, I knew that none of this was for certain, that I might be completely delusional and entrapped in a manic, schizophrenic episode so deep that I couldn’t even see the way out.
But part of me really didn’t care; that was the mania talking, the part that craved the high and loss of inhibition.
It was also the reason why I managed to fly underneath the radar for so long.
I knew that the longer I kept myself in control and functioning, the better it would feel when I was finally pushed over the edge and took flight.