Deranged Lust, Tina Mahnam [ink book reader .txt] 📗

Chapter 1 - It's All The Beginning

Breathe, please I'm begging you to breathe. I don't sense any air reaching my lungs. Breathe goddammit. I finally gasp a huge amount of air, and can finally feel myself inhaling and exhaling calmly. I stare at the person in front of me. His brown long textured hair falling down on his bright green eyes. His pointed small nose that was covered in tiny freckles until his high-pointed cheekbones. He peered consciously at me, confused whether I was still breathing, or was I finally dead. "Are you okay?" He asked gently, I felt my brain lag for a couple minutes before answering, "Y-Yes...What happened?" I slowly got up with his help. "You sort of drowned in the sea, let's be glad you didn't float away." I widened my eyes in shock to hear that, I've been a swimmer for thirteen years. It can't be possible, but either ways I wasn't in a state to argue about what happened, so I responded with a simple nod. I finally got up along with him, "Thank you for helping me. Could've died back there." I chuckled nervously. He gave me a simple smile, his one-sided dimple visible on his right cheek, "No problem, the world still needs girls as beautiful as you." I instantly blushed by his comment. I wouldn't really call myself beautiful while I was on the verge of dying, but I guess that's acceptable. "Do you need a ride home?" I looked around to notice an empty beach, it seemed like it was dawn and I was just brought back to life. So, I don't think I can really go back by myself. I glanced at him and kindly accepted the generous offer. He smiled then showed me the way to his car. As we got in I felt myself shiver, it was really cold although I had a shirt covered over my body suit. "Are you cold?" He asked in concern, his eyes narrowing. I nodded, my lips shaking onward with my hands, and goosebumps all over my skin. He hurriedly turned the heater on and took his jacket off, placing it on top of my shoulders, covering me with the warmth of his fur. "Thank you, I owe you so much." I embarrassedly said, "Don't even mention it, please it's my pleasure." He replied while starting the car, and soon was driving away from the ghosted beach.

We soon pulled over to a pizza place close to my house, leaving me dazed, "Come on, let's go get some pizza before I drop you off." He excitedly claimed, I shook my head in denial then looked down at my half-naked body. He noticed then excused himself for a couple minutes. I spent those minutes listening to his playlist in the car, and I have to admit. We sort of have the same taste in music. I'm pretty sure 90% of his songs are from my playlist, that's one reason why I felt more comfortable around him. After minutes of singing along with the music, he came up to me with a box of pepperoni pizza along with two cups of cola. I gasped in surprised, "Oh my God, I love pepperoni!!" My lips formed a broad smile, as my stomach growled, demanding for the pizza that looked mouth-watering. "Come on, who doesn't like pepperoni." He sassed, and I directly grabbed a piece and put half of it in my mouth which made him chuckle. "There's also a fun way of eating pizza." He snatched a slice of the pepperoni pizza and rolled it into a smaller piece, and put it all in his mouth which overflowed, he attempted to talk, but his voice was all muffled. I laughed loudly, "I still prefer the traditional way. It makes you taste the pizza more you know?" He nodded while struggling to swallow the big piece. "Savor the flavor." He claimed, I smiled, "Exactly!" 

After finishing our pizzas, he started to drive again. Throughout it, we would constantly discuss about random things that would come up to our head. Or we would rather just turn the songs up and jam to them. Either way, it was fun.

"Well, I guess here's my stop." I sighed in relief as I stared at the two-floored house in front of us. "I can't thank you enough for all you've done." 

"Oh don't worry, I didn't do much." He waved it off with his hand, "Didn't do much? You saved my life, AND treated me for pizza. That's a lot to me." He chuckled in reply and pulled out his phone motioning it towards me, signaling me indirectly that he wants my number. Of course, I gave it to him. Why shouldn't I? He's drop-dead hot, and gorgeous. Plus, he saved my life so I kind of owe him a little. I dialed my number and called myself, then hung up as soon as it started to ring. "I don't have my phone, so I'll save your number when I get home." He nodded in understanding. "Again, thank you so much." I gave him a quick hug, and on my way out I handed his jacket back. "Good luck!" He yelled before I soon faded away to the house.

I ran up to my room without greeting my family, and shut the door closed. I sprinted to the bathroom and stared at my reflection. My eyes looked swollen, my skin pale, and it seemed like I had some scratches on the sides of my face. It was really weird for me to go through this accident today. It was more unusual than weird now that I think about it. How come the beach was so empty, but when I went there it was as crowded as it usually is? I tried not to think too much about it, but it constantly roared the inside of my head. I turned the showers on and took a quick hot shower before I could overthink any further.

After my shower, I constantly walked around my room. It felt like I was too lost or confused to understand what I was doing. I couldn't stop thinking about the incident earlier. Why did someone like him save me anyway? Did he feel like it was his duty to do that? Or maybe he was just simply interested in me, but whatever it was. It was bothering me a bit too much. I tried not to occupy my head about that, but it just wasn't in my control. I finally dried my hair and tied it in a bun, and wore some comfortable clothes. I later threw myself on my bed and unlocked my phone, noticing a recent unknown message. I opened it to find myself smiling a bit.

 

Unknown:

Can you believe how stupid I was to save your life but not ask for your name?

 

Me:

Trust me, you're not the only stupid one here...cause I haven't asked for your name either!

 

I chuckled at how foolish we both seemed, then while waiting for him to reply back, I went through my Instagram and noticed a new follow request. 'brucejones_' That must be the same guy from today, but wasn't it a little odd about how he found my instagram without even knowing my name? I shrugged it off and changed his contact name to 'Bruce' while still waiting for his reply. I requested after I accepted, and noticed from his profile photo it really is the same guy from today. I was kind of relieved that I didn't accept a stranger. 

 

Bruce:

Well now I know your name's Rebecca Williams. 

 

Me:

That is definitely not weird, how'd you find me on Instagram anyways?

 

 

Bruce:

You were on my recommended, since I already have your number.

 

Me:

Jesus, you're right. I'm so stupid.

 

Bruce:

Haha, did you by any chance think I was a stalker? ;)

 

Me:

No no no!! Trust me, I didn't.

 

Bruce:

Sure, I totally believe you.

 

Me:

Okay fine, maybe I did, but you can't blame me come on!!

 

Bruce:

Hahahaha, don't worry. It's all cool.

 

Me:

I hate that word.

 

Bruce:

What? Cool?

 

Me:

Yup.

 

Bruce:

Is there a specific reason?

 

Me: 

Nah it's just in my genes. Anyways, I still owe you a lot. How can I make it up to you?

 

Bruce:

You could let me take you out on a decent date, and not an indoor car-pizza date or whatever that was.

 

Me:

Ahahaha, okay then. How about tomorrow at 6-ish?

 

Bruce: 

I'll be by your house at around 6-ish.

 

Me:

Good :)

 

I felt like screaming, because not only was he really good-looking, but he actually had a decent sense of humor. And thank the lord for that, I couldn't go through all those tinder dates again. Let's just see if he's really the one I've been looking for, and maybe the one who can support me enough as a woman. And God, let's hope he's not a serial killer or something. 

 

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"Do you have another tinder date, Rebecca?" My mom barged in out of nowhere, catching me putting my makeup on. "Not a tinder one, but an actual date." I replied restlessly. "Well, I guess I'll go start praying." She sighs, I furrow my eyebrows in turbulence, "Pray for what?"

"Pray that he'll like you and take your hand in marriage so you can finally start your own life, Rebecca." She calmly interpreted. "Mom, don't you think that's a bit harsh to your own daughter?" I stared at her from the reflection on my mirror while focusing on doing my eyeliner. "Harsh? Rebecca Williams you're a 24-year old woman with no job, no boyfriend. You live with your parents while even your 18-year old sister has gone off to Europe for college. Respect yourself a little. If this man takes your hand in marriage you can finally leave, and start your own life and family!" She strictly speaks in a high voice. I roll my eyes secretly then finally confront to her, "Mom, I've been training to be a professional swimmer for thirteen years! Don't you think I deserve even a little respect around here?"

"Respect? Since when have you ever respected us?! Your father works day and night just to cover up your expenses and debts! Maybe you could use your swimming skills to participate in competitions and achieve something out of it! But you won't! All you do is stay up late on that phone, and do nothing but eat and sleep! Not to forget that you make as much mess as a goddamn pig. So, grow up, cause if you don't I'm kicking you out myself!" She yelled straight at me before storming out of my room, leaving me speechless.

I took a deep breath and started to go through an anxiety attack. She wasn't wrong, but I didn't want her to be right either, because she's the one who always wins these things, and I can't allow that. Not now, not ever. I've gone through so much in my teenage years with this family, and I definitely can't go through it again with my adulthood. I take another deep breath, and low-key hope tonight will turn out like I expect it to turn out. 

I got a quick call from Bruce asking me to come downstairs. While making my way down there I knew I looked decent. I was wearing a short skirt, knee-high boots, a crop-top with a leather jacket, and light makeup with my hair straightened down. The moment I opened the door of his car I found a bouquet of flowers laying on the passenger seat. I gasp in surprise and grab the flowers and sit in, shutting the door. Breathing in the scented lilies I sensed myself go calm instantly. "How did you know I like lilies?" I glared at him in a questionable look, "Lucky guess?" He shrugged with a grin. He played