They Called Me FIVE

LANCE

"He's fallen." A man said.

"Let's wait." A girl said.

"Shouldn't we rushed in and take down that girl? I mean look at her. She's clearly twirling him under her charm." The man insisted. 

"Let's wait. He's not that weak to fall down to a charming girl." The girl said.

"Yeah, but he's stupid to be swept off his feet like this. Can't he see this is a mmpf-" the man's voice got muffled.

"Shh. He can hear us." The girl shushed him up. 

"So what? Let him hear for all I care. We're in this cursed mess because of this stuck up boy who's too worried he's already in highschool and still a virgin. Now she's taking advantage –"

An out of nowhere zapped, like an electricity cut off and there's nothing. My eyes flutter open. Blinking at the strange light from a lamp and pink fluffy decorations around the room. I got up. Feeling panic striking my chest. Doubling my stomach.

I'm in someone's pink fluffy room I couldn't remember going in with. The blanket fell off my shoulder and I crawled my elbow back in surprise. My shirt, my pants, my underwear. All gone. I'm stripped naked in someone else bed. 

I curled up and pulled out some strands of my hair. What happened here? Did I miss something? I closed my eyes. Inhaling and exhaling air. Steadying my ramming chest.  My left hand slid in the soft foam I haven't slept in for years. 

Somebody else' bed. It's been a very very long time I get to sleep in a super fluffy three layer foam bed. My skin is feeling nostalgic. Until I touch a warm naked skin, bared against the stripped touch of my fingers. 

Panic overtake me, I slowly flipped the blanket off. First thing I saw was an auburn locks of hair, then a slender porcelain neck, then the smooth back of a woman. 

What just happened?

In my horror, my hand slipped and I tripped from the bed. My butt slammed in the floor. The blanket draping my body was removed. Exposing my naked body.

The aircon is blowing directly to my bared skin. I shivered. I crawled on all fours. Looking for my clothes. Right at the door, beside the study desk, is my shirt, my pants and my underwear scattered along with a woman's undies.

My back suddenly aches with scratches. A tingle passed over my manhood. I feel....refreshed.

I gulped. So I've gone and done it huh. Sex. I'm not a virgin anymore. I grab my underwear and hastily put it on, then my shirt, my pants is a bit difficult to dress in my panicked state.

Twice I wobbled out of balance and almost slammed on the desk, but I get to grab on a foothold. I succeeded putting all my clothes on. At last. I exhaled in relief.

"Mmmm." The woman I slept with stirred. I stiffen.

"Hey, Lance. You're up?" Lance. I noted. She knows my name. Yet I don't know hers. I looked over my shoulder. Auburn hair locks. Smudge makeup, especially on the lips. My breath got hitched. It's Meira.

Things couldn't get any more worse.

"Last night feels so great." She mooned over. In a slow torturing movement, her hand trail down to the blanket. Letting the fabric painstakingly slid from her chest.

I almost choke on my throat when I see the great mound of plump flesh revealed to me. Coffee colored nipples. The ache deep from my bones made itself known. I wanna run my hands around them.

A jolt in the door and I'm smack back to reality. No. This is wrong. I glanced around the room. A closed off room with no window. Computer set, make up mirror shelves, beauty products, two gigantic size closets.

Another shake from the door and I'm bound to flung it open. Despite the protests from Meira not to open it. Standing at the door, scowling with her hands on her hips, is Ava.

"Uhh, I umm I'm sorry." I didn't know what to say. I ran past her. Searching for the exit. I ran down the stairs. The bright green curtains and colorful wallpapers, along with a piano by the window, the living room, the kitchen adjacent to it.

"Lance, wait!" I heard Meira yelled after me. I bolted towards the door but froze. I heard a loud smack, palm against cheek kind of smack.

"What the f*ck are you doing?! I already have him! I told you to give it up didn't I?! He's not attracted to you, he's attracted to me. So back off!"

I saw Meira's silhouette - I mean their silhouette with Ava standing in front of her room. The yellow lamp place on the corridor shed light and human shadows on the stairs.

"What? Have you disillusioned yourself just because he pulled you from the group once? Stop dreaming. No guy will ever like a boring mute girl like you with freak eyes!"

Wow. I'm supposed to feel bad but... Why does two girls fighting over you feel so damn good? Am I that handsome? I mean, of course I am. My light blonde hair, sparkling turquoise eyes, and slender body with a hint of muscles and abs...of course no other fifteen year old boys would have sex appeal like me.

Though I kind of feel sorry for Ava there. Ava...Moon rose.. She likes me huh. Is that why she kept following me? Dropping blue rose in my bed, in my vase, to make her presence known?

So she has stalking tendency? Or obsessive treak?

Another hard slap and my head trained into their shadow. I'm guessing the one sitting on the ground is Ava... The person towering her is Meira.

"Don't worry naive little meek Ava, I'll find you a guy. What do you think about those burly guys we tour with? I can talk one of them to check you out. How about that?"

Meira's shadow started moving, her footsteps echoing in the floor. I hastily reach out for the doorknob and twist.

It won't open.

Suddenly the atmosphere inside the house grew heavier. My body reacts to my surroundings. My stomach is screaming danger. My blood won't stop rushing up to my brain.

This feeling...it's the same when I watch the old man in his flimsy wooden cabin transformed. Although this time, it's much worse.

Something is dwelling inside of this house. Something foreign...and definition not human.