𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻
Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 66
Yesterday had yielded nothing and today I am constantly watching the large window from behind the bar.
Searching for that white-blond hair. But the blond hair that passes by is not the blond that I do not understand.
Then two acquaintances enter, who I know are also frequently staying at the shelter.
After they have sat down at the bar with tea and a joint I ask purely out of interest; "Have you seen Amber today?"
"No," says the young man with the glasses and a grubby beard as he looks at the other man. "Didn't she leave this morning?"
The man looks up, "uhu, something about a fight with the management I think, crazy child." He focuses on rolling his joint again.
Left? I guess I knew, but why like a thief in the night?
I don't even feel used.
I always had a bit of a feeling with her, like there was something she kept hidden, but what did I have to lose?
Claudia, I had Claudia to lose and now that I have lost her, Amber disappears. And still, my gaze pulls towards the window.
Two years later
My star status has gone to my head I think as I fuck this porn-blonde skinny bitch as hard as I can. She flies into the air with every thrust, I'm not used to being ridden by a featherweight. It's fun but definitely not hot.
Normally she sits on top, my Mel.
That is hot, but she's been in Turkey for weeks with I don't know who but I don't trust it.
In the end, she has to blow me because I can't come, there's just no rim of fat on her. All she has is skin and bones, no warmth, no softness, no femininity.
She does have a pretty face and I am sure that all the guys at the club dream about having her on top, but I miss Mel her wide hips and soft belly to bump against.
She comes up from below the sheets, looks me deep in the eyes, swallows it, kisses me on the mouth, and nestles herself next to me.
The next morning after my first joint I still don't feel like having sex. She's really okay but so far from the type of girl that gets me horny.
So blonde, so slim, the only thing I like is her height but that doesn't make me hard. I make up an excuse and within an hour I'm in the coffee shop.
While sipping my tea I know. Fuck I know, this wasn't smart. And fuck I have to tell Mel this.
Over the past two years, I have been working more and more nights in the club. I had sort of become a desired object for several girls.
I usually didn't mind that at all, and several girls who were not exactly my type had come home with me. Never had I felt bad about that, but it´s different today.
I had been with Mel for almost a year now, and apart from a sneaky kiss and a hand on a big ass other than hers, nothing much had happened until last night.
She did it on purpose, I know she did. She knew Mel had been gone for a week or so already and she came with shots just before closing.
Then she stuck to me and I was tipsy enough to like it. A small slim porn blonde thing next to me at the bar made an impression on the rest of the team who often commented on the fact that I never had a girlfriend under 88 kilos.
They were right of course, although I don't remember where that 88 came from. It had become a running gag, all the staff knew what "88" meant.
Just to show them, I let her stay after hours and lick my neck in public while I drank and smoked.
What a dick I am, I think and it came for deep. So deep that I'm surprised I didn't say it out loud.
Once again I let myself be seduced.
Once again when I feel lonely and a bit abandoned a blonde shows up who is not my type at all.
Once again, my ego likes the attention.
Once again I screw it all up.
What a dick I am.
I know Mel by now and she won't forgive me for this.
You see I knew is what I think when she packs her things a week later.
I knew she wouldn't forgive me, and especially the fact that it happened in our bed turned out to be unforgivable. She moves back in with her mother, that same day.
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